Private Tales To Err is Human

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer

Mabess

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Volker was indeed quite a curiosity around the village, though the interest died out within the first week when everyone got a good look at the human. After which he appeared more like an asset in the village than a stranger.
The orcs would lazy around most of the time or hon their skill. Hunting days were scarce and few between, as the quarry could feed a tribe for a long time. But of course, the herds would move on, and so, the orcs would need to leave too.

A few days from now the tribe was more active than usual, as property was packed up, foods were preserved and travel gear was readied up.

Today, sometime during midday, everyone appeared to be ready to move out. Even Gorsgoya's hut was near empty by now.
 

Volker

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Volker sensed the unease in the camp. It was a natural rhythm of hunting creatures to follow herds, especially in areas they couldn’t farm. He could walk, albeit gingerly, and had tried to maintain his physique as much as he could. His livelihood was based off being in good physical condition. Otherwise he repaired Gorsgoya’s things as best he could, replacing the sinew on baskets and sharpening tools. He didn’t mind helping and preferred to work.

But slowly the hut was emptied and the tents packed. Volker stood outside, dressed, unsure of what to do. He would have to follow them. They were still his only source of food and water, and he did not fancy being picked off by something. He approached them, still limping but without a word of complaint.

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The anxiety came to a standstill all of a sudden.
The tribe was still.
All was packed.
Yet nobody moved.


From the brush came a party of two huntresses, they waved their hand and the front of the tribe began to move at a lieasureable pace.
Gorsgoya rode over to Volker. » I doubt you'd make it even a hundred meters. I'll help you get on. «
 

Volker

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Volker eyed her horse. He didn’t like horses and the feeling was bloody mutual. Most animals hated him. They smelled the madness in him, or the black magic, or perhaps the wraith he served. One or a combination of these reasons kept most beasts well away from him, or bucked him off.

However he didn’t have much of a choice. The terrain was unsteady even to a man with two good legs. He nodded at Gorsgoya. “Your mount will not like me.” He warned her, eyeing the animal distrustfully.

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Her ash leopard let out a low rumble, pinning its ears before looking away and craning its neck.
»She can't bite you with me in between. Now hop on,« Ubabe offered aid to help him get on.
 

Volker

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Volker eyed the leopard and growled at it, lifting his lip a bit. He didn’t have much of a choice. To be left behind was to be dead. He gingerly clambered on, grasping handfuls of the ash leopard’s fur to prevent himself falling off. He was tense as a bow, ready to be thrown at any moment.
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»Try not to disturb it as is.« Gorgoya wheezed. »Kashkhana is a good girl, treat her well.«

No momentmore could they have spared as they rode out from the now derelict village.
The huts in due time would erode from rain and sun.
The ash pits blown away by the wind.
New trees would grow from the debris.
All would be as it once was.


What was before a lively village was now replaced the by the changing vista of the mountains in a backgrop that turned from blue to gold.
The warmth of fire quickly left bodies, and the lack of movement only left the thick furns on one's back to shield them from going ever colder.
 

Volker

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Volker didn’t look back. He clung to the back of the cat, but it was a rather awkward way of holding on. He didn’t want to touch Gorsgoya, but he was in serious danger of falling off if he didn’t. He settled for grasping her shoulder, head down and his other hand grasped painfully tightly in the cat’s fur.

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