Prelude: Heir to Nothing
. . .Howling wind bellowed at the mouth of the rocky cave, too small for any but a half man to walk through but deep enough to make a temporary hole. A mass of brown and grey fur stirred within, growling at the winds intrusion on its sleep. The rays of Lathander's blessings upon the land bled through the hole, drawing the creature to slowly ascend from the darkness.
. . .From the fur first to emerge was a head of dark matted hair crowning the pale face of a woman, a northern barbarian here alone in the wastes of the Dale. Her strong bushy brow rested atop a pair of piercing blue eyes, flanking her broad nose and all framed by a well defined jaw. She was thickly built down her torso, arms and legs, everything about the woman bespoke a raw defined power.
. . .Turning back to her cave she hauled out a bundle of leather along with an axe, shortbow and its accompanying quiver. She slipped a dagger from her bundle into her belt and looked down into the valley beyond. The dead brown earth of winter was broken in the nearby landscape by tooth like rocks breaking up through the frozen ground. A forest of green trees that could survive the harsh winters so far up the mountains added the only vibrant color to the landscape, broken regularly by skeletal tree's clawing skyward for their share of light, and diminutive brush capable of sustaining smaller vermin.
. . .She began a quiet round of the area, stalking quietly into the woods her eyes lazily wandering about her as she surveyed the still lands with passing interest. She would cast her gaze in the direction of every sound made around her: the distant birds, a wolf's howl, the trunk of an old tree snapping, finally giving way to the icy climate. She could hear in the far distance what sounded like shouting and paid it no mind. A caravan being raided by orcs, battle between warring tribes, an expedition being assailed by unnatural creatures, it didn't much matter to her.
. . .She checked the traps she set one by one. Most had yet to be sprung, another was destroyed leaving a bloody mess in its wake... a predator likely got it before her.
. . ."... You're welcome." She remarked in a sardonic tone to whatever had claimed her breakfast.
. . .She came at last to a little wooden cage within which was a tiny ball of white puffy fur. A pair of black beady eyes staring out of the prison, twitching with each of the barbarian's lumbering steps. The shouting was growing louder as she walked though she was certain she wasn't moving toward it's cause.
. . .Leaning down over her trap she drew forth her lengthy knife, cutting the strings holding the trap shut before quickly reaching inside to grab the long eared animal. She's respectful to the creature even with her intent to kill it.
. . ."May your spirit sustain mine today rabbit. I thank you for your sacrifice." And she did what survival required of her.
. . .She worked her knife tirelessly until everything was used up or sealed away in a pigskin bag for her to cook later. Only once she was done was the quiet of her morning interrupted by encroaching foot-padding. She stood to her full height and began a slow stroll around the tree's and brush to get a better look at her oncoming visitors. She heard a woman's voice, heaving and exhausted... she didn't scream or cry out though, wise enough not to attract more attention. And more powerful, guttural snorts sporting laughter and cruelty at their assumed catch. She recognized the orcs for what they were before they even came into view, they were one of many creatures she would not tolerate intruding on her hunting grounds.
. . .The woman crested the hill coming out onto the Uthgardt's plateau as she hefted her axe lazily in her right hand looking down the way. Her hair was short, white as fresh fallen snow while her skin had barely a hint of color to it. She wore furs, and was smaller, holding a bloodied spear in her one hand with her other outstretched for balance on the broken ground. Her pace slowed a moment as she found herself caught between her onrushing pursuers and the towering Uthgardt, hands still covered in blood from her earlier work.
. . .The barbarian gave the girl a curt nod, waving a hand to her left as she adjusted the grip on her axe. The albino girl moved a safe distance to the Uthgardt's side whom had already begun a slow stride past her, greeting two oncoming Orcs with all of the courtesy of a bear who's cave had just been intruded upon. Their pace slowed to a halt twenty paces back from her, the larger of the pair took another aggressive step forward roaring and brandishing a cleaver stained with rust and blood in equal measure.
. . ."Get out of my forest." She issued a non-warning, her hand letting her axe slide down until she griped the handle at the very end.
. . .Her pace hadn't slowed in the slightest. To the albino girl looking on it appeared as though she had no intention of giving the orcs a moment to decide let alone a chance to leave. The larger orc howled and charged while the other seemed cowed a moment, unsure of how to act.
. . .The Uthgardt arrogantly ignored the creatures oncoming cleaver driving the top of her blade up into the Orc's jaw, grunting aloud and wincing as it with equal fervor drove its blade between her ribs. She pulled her axe back then hacked it into the side of its neck as it barreled into her then sagged to the side and collapsed in a heap. The cleaver still stuck between her ribs gave the second orc a brief spark of courage. Although to it's chagrin it was met with the woman screaming in a blood rage hacking through the spear in a single mighty strike. As her swing completed her free hand drew to her belt retrieving then punching her dagger through the creature's skull.
. . .A few frosty breaths escaped the Uthgardt's lips as she released her knife and let the orc drop to the ground. Her axe slipped from her fingers a few moments later as she felt her strength draining away with the blood from her wound. A rock caught her heel and she tumbled onto her back, head pounding against the frozen earth. Her vision grew blurry as darkness overcame the corners of her sight and she lost consciousness.
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