Weylin Kyrel
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The job to make that orc wizard leave his home, or dungeon as some called it, hadn't ended well for Weylin. He found the mage at the end of the tunnel dead slumped over a table. Scrolls and paper beneath him. A quill in his hand. The ink in the pot was dry. The dead orc had no coins to pay what he owed the local town for staying there. The whole affair was pointless, and it had impacted his payment. The mayor only paid him enough to pay back the woman at the portal stone what he owed for the cloths and food. He yet again was lacking coin to take the stone back home.
But the woman knew of another job that would take him back to where he had come from. A caravan heading from Elbion to Bhathairk by way of the roads. A fool's run it was called for the dangers it posed, but they would be stopping many places along the way. If he would act as a scout and help with loading the wagons at the towns then they would take him with them. He also would be paid. It involved being around a lot of people. He didn't like that part, but it seemed he didn't have to interact with the large groups. So he agreed.
A letter was sent through the portal by the woman free of charge to inform Zeri Rekani of what was taking place. Thankfully she also wrote it for him as well. One day he needed to learn letters truly. So many uses for the skills of reading and writing had come up while around the large towns and cities of the arid Western grasslands and sands. Maybe the orcess could teach him when they were together once more?
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The caravan life was strange yet exciting for Weylin. He would run ahead of the wagons and inform them if any trees or boulders were in the way. Only once had it happened, but he had the tree removed by the time the wagons arrived. It was a shock to them that anyone would move a tree like that by themself. Wasn't it is job too?
Occasionally bandits would try to set up ambushes, but they were hardly experts at hiding. Compared to the orcs, goblins, and other beings back home who would ambush and raid others, these most human bandits were novices at the craft. So he would alert the caravan and the guards would run them off.
The whole trip was smooth in this way all the way to a city known as Oban. It frightened Weylin to his core. He wanted to avoid going in and rejoin the caravan outside of it, but that was not possible. This was the last major stop before Bhathairk and it was here they would cross the strait into the Taagi Baara Steppes. So he hide in a wagon full of goods to "protect it from thieves." He did not exit the wagon except to relieve himself until they were across the water and back onto the open road.
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So far the trip had taken several weeks and they were over half way across the steppe to Bhathairk. They had stayed within a one to two days of a trip from the coast and followed it all the way to this bay that penetrated north up into the grasslands. They had rounded the tip and gotten themselves a couple days away from it when something happened.
Weylin was out scouting as usual. The open land bothered him, but that was not the course of his bad feelings. Something was telling him they needed to speed up their pace. He had no proof as to why outside of how he felt. So he returned back to the wagons and the next scout went out. They never returned that night when they should have. The scouts and guards were roused and gathered. They were about to head out to search for the missing member when shouts came from the wagons at the end of the caravan.
The hunter was one of the first to rush to the scene. Raiders had ambushed them on their horses. Blood had already been spilled and a wagon was set on fire. Screaming came from raider and caravan member alike. But one was filled with violence and glee while the other dread and terror. He notched his bow and began shooting at the hoofed butchers.
How long this went one for was unknown. All he knew was he was doing his best to defend the caravan and let people escape further into it. Then a sharp back struck the back of his head and everything went black. When he came to he was stripped down to just his pants and tied up so he couldn't move. He was slung across the back of a horse like a sack of grains. Wagons were being pulled in front of them. The people around him were not what he had expected. Some of them were men on horseback while others had the bodies of a horse yet the torso, arms, and head of a human where the horse's neck and head should have been.
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It was nearly a week late, but the caravan from Elbion finally arrived at Bhathairk. The people in it looked exhausted and hungry, but joy filled their eyes. Word had spread to them of the state that the great orc fortress city was in. The trip had almost killed them, but they had goods of all kinds that surely the rebuilding orcs wanted and could use. Goods that would make them a hefty profit.
Zeri would find that Weylin was missing from the caravan. When it had been attacked weeks ago by raiders, they had left nearly a quarter of their wagons and people behind as bait and escaped. The hunter was one of those they had abandoned to their fate, and none of them felt any regret for what they had done.
But the woman knew of another job that would take him back to where he had come from. A caravan heading from Elbion to Bhathairk by way of the roads. A fool's run it was called for the dangers it posed, but they would be stopping many places along the way. If he would act as a scout and help with loading the wagons at the towns then they would take him with them. He also would be paid. It involved being around a lot of people. He didn't like that part, but it seemed he didn't have to interact with the large groups. So he agreed.
A letter was sent through the portal by the woman free of charge to inform Zeri Rekani of what was taking place. Thankfully she also wrote it for him as well. One day he needed to learn letters truly. So many uses for the skills of reading and writing had come up while around the large towns and cities of the arid Western grasslands and sands. Maybe the orcess could teach him when they were together once more?
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The caravan life was strange yet exciting for Weylin. He would run ahead of the wagons and inform them if any trees or boulders were in the way. Only once had it happened, but he had the tree removed by the time the wagons arrived. It was a shock to them that anyone would move a tree like that by themself. Wasn't it is job too?
Occasionally bandits would try to set up ambushes, but they were hardly experts at hiding. Compared to the orcs, goblins, and other beings back home who would ambush and raid others, these most human bandits were novices at the craft. So he would alert the caravan and the guards would run them off.
The whole trip was smooth in this way all the way to a city known as Oban. It frightened Weylin to his core. He wanted to avoid going in and rejoin the caravan outside of it, but that was not possible. This was the last major stop before Bhathairk and it was here they would cross the strait into the Taagi Baara Steppes. So he hide in a wagon full of goods to "protect it from thieves." He did not exit the wagon except to relieve himself until they were across the water and back onto the open road.
======================================
So far the trip had taken several weeks and they were over half way across the steppe to Bhathairk. They had stayed within a one to two days of a trip from the coast and followed it all the way to this bay that penetrated north up into the grasslands. They had rounded the tip and gotten themselves a couple days away from it when something happened.
Weylin was out scouting as usual. The open land bothered him, but that was not the course of his bad feelings. Something was telling him they needed to speed up their pace. He had no proof as to why outside of how he felt. So he returned back to the wagons and the next scout went out. They never returned that night when they should have. The scouts and guards were roused and gathered. They were about to head out to search for the missing member when shouts came from the wagons at the end of the caravan.
The hunter was one of the first to rush to the scene. Raiders had ambushed them on their horses. Blood had already been spilled and a wagon was set on fire. Screaming came from raider and caravan member alike. But one was filled with violence and glee while the other dread and terror. He notched his bow and began shooting at the hoofed butchers.
How long this went one for was unknown. All he knew was he was doing his best to defend the caravan and let people escape further into it. Then a sharp back struck the back of his head and everything went black. When he came to he was stripped down to just his pants and tied up so he couldn't move. He was slung across the back of a horse like a sack of grains. Wagons were being pulled in front of them. The people around him were not what he had expected. Some of them were men on horseback while others had the bodies of a horse yet the torso, arms, and head of a human where the horse's neck and head should have been.
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It was nearly a week late, but the caravan from Elbion finally arrived at Bhathairk. The people in it looked exhausted and hungry, but joy filled their eyes. Word had spread to them of the state that the great orc fortress city was in. The trip had almost killed them, but they had goods of all kinds that surely the rebuilding orcs wanted and could use. Goods that would make them a hefty profit.
Zeri would find that Weylin was missing from the caravan. When it had been attacked weeks ago by raiders, they had left nearly a quarter of their wagons and people behind as bait and escaped. The hunter was one of those they had abandoned to their fate, and none of them felt any regret for what they had done.