3. Dalden's awakening

Dalden's awakening

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    Member <taoquan>Player name <dalden>The orc horde swarmed over the farm land. He couldn't even hear the dying screams of his mother anymore. Dalden didn't even have time to mourn her death as the orcs swarmed over his own farm house. Luckily Dalden had been able to tuck away in the hidden cellar that his father had made for just an emergency. Dalden looked outside nervously as his father hadn't made it to the hide out yet.
    It was then that a loud thud drew Dalden's vision to the side as he looked at a orc with a arrow buried deep into it's chest. A loud twang drew Dalden's attention to a the small copse of trees on their farm land. Unfortunately Dalden wasn't the only one who found where the archer was hidden. For many of the orcs now moved to surround the copse of trees as well.
    Dalden knew his father was in trouble, slowly the orcs closed in on the copse of trees and Dalden's father. Dalden had to do something he had to distract the orcs somehow. He opened the hidden doorway slowly, Dalden fell backwards though as a loud crack had slammed the door shut. Dalden was horrified the orcs had somehow found his hiding place. Dalden swallowed hard and mustered up his courage and looked out the peek hole.
    Dalden half expected to have a orc staring back at him. Though to his amazement there wasn't an orc in sight. Then Dalden looked on as the orcs closed on the copse of trees. Dalden counted 15 orcs dead, he knew his father didn't have many arrows left. Dalden again tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge.
    Dalden strained and pushed with all his strength and he couldn't open the door. Dalden peeked out the peep hole and it was then he noticed the arrow neatly lodged into the jam of the secret door. His father had locked him in, his father knew Dalden's intention and promptly put a stop to Dalden's foolish sacrifice. Though now it was Dalden's turn to watch his father's.
    Two more orcs fell with arrows buried deep into their eyes. By Dalden's count his father only carried 4 more arrows. Two more orcs fell to the ground clutching the arrows that protruded from their throats. Two arrows left…the orcs had all closed in on the copse of trees, still a full two score left. Some of the orcs had already broken the tree line and had found the tree the archer had made his stand.
    The first orc to the foot of tree promptly found an arrow in it's skull for it's efforts. One arrow left, Dalden knew there was no way out for his father. All the things his father had taught him, the days out tracking, all of the lessons shooting a bow, the time his father and he had spent in the wilderness. His father had taught him so much and now it was all coming to a quick and horrible end. Dalden watched in horror as the last orc fell.
    Dalden saw the flash of steel as his father drew his sword. He dropped from the tree quickly and dispatched another orc, but the orc horde was upon him then. Dalden's father took a spear to the side, he swung his sword in a wide arc slicing the offending orcs throat. A club caught his father on the shoulder as he crumbled in a heap.
    The orc pressed on quickly, but his father was the quciker as he rolled on his back and gutted the dam creature. The orc fell to the ground dead, though the last attack had cost him dearly as two other orcs smashed his head with their clubs.
    Dalden watched in horror at his father's death. He had to stifle a cry as he saw the orcs begin to club and feast on his father's dead body. His sadness quickly turned to hate as he began to think of how defiantly his father had stood against them. He thought of how he would never feel the smooth and comforting touch of his mother. He would never again hunt with his father. Dalden began to hate orcs.
    The orcs began to settle down for the evening on his farm land. Dalden knew if he was to honor his father's death he would have to bide his time. He never slept as he began to think again about all the things he would miss.
    Dalden watched as the orcs began to move on, probably to the next farm house. That thought angered Dalden more than anything, his hatred grew to extremes. The orcs began to move on and Dalden waited till night fall to make sure they were all gone. Dalden kicked at the door, cautiously fearing that the noise might bring another raiding party to his farm house. He peeked out the peep hole, without an orc in sight he kicked again and peeped out the hole again. Nothing, Dalden kicked again and with each kick his confidence grew that the orcs had moved on.
    His father had built the door solidly and it had taken Dalden many hours to break through. Selune was already high in the sky when Dalden was finally able to stretch for the first time in nearly two days. Dalden looked across the farm land confident that no orcs remained...other than the dead.
    He picked his ways carefully to the copse of trees, but not before he came across the mangled body of his mother. Dalden then changed direction and picked his way towards a shovel...he would bury his parents this night. He began to dig as his anger grew, the hate consumed him, he picked up his mother and gently set her in the grave. Dalden moved back to the copse of trees to get his father's body.
    Dalden found only pieces of what was left. He stuffed down a tear that ran down his cheek as he lifted himself to his feet slowly. It was then that Dalden noticed his father's bow. His father had always used that bow, now it was bloody and dull and appeared weak. Dalden reached down and picked up the bow, he could still sense the power in the bow, the power of protection, justice and honor that his father had instilled in him.
    Dalden could sense his father's spirit as though it had become imbued into the wood of the bow. All of his father's teachings and ideals flooded Dalden then, he knew what he had to do. His stomach growled at him needing substanance after two days. Dalden growled back
    "Not now....Now I will hunt Orc! With Defiance I will get my revenge!" He then slung the bow over his shoulder and began to track the orcs. After all his father had taught him everything he knew...</dalden></taoquan>


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