Ithric 70 Share Posted February 5, 2012 IC: Footsteps were heard, dust being kicked into the air as a guttural snort resounded throughout the cave system. The orc was of a medium build, arms tired from labor and hands covered with callouses and scrapes. His off-green skin was slick with sweat, the warmth of the torch he held at his side was like a small sun, baking the air around it but also illuminating his surroundings. The green orc glanced over his shoulder with another grunt, nodding to a brown coloured one with a heavier build, clad in both chain mail and iron plating, an axe heaved over his shoulder. He walked with some distance behind the green one, the torch illuminating the deep hallway for both of them. The walk was short, but seemed endless as everything seemed to blend, the supports, the walls, even the air felt stale and stagnant. They approached the newest section of the cavern, built and dug out through an endless supply of both blood and muscle. The green-skinned orc nodded his head, turning around to look at the brown one once more “Dis be right place, me thinks.” He barked out in a rather loud voice. The brown one nodded his head, heaving the axe off his shoulder and pointing it towards the walls of the mine, “Get ta work, Rokar.” He stated bluntly, narrowing his eyes. Rokar waved his pickaxe with a grumble, turning around and fitting the torch into its proper sconce as he begin to slam iron against stone, moving what seemed unmovable. He dug for some time, mashing his pick against the stone, removing all the protective layers of rock and gravel that hid those precious ‘shinies’ that the land possessed. His digging was monotonous beyond a few bits of banter between the two orcs, mostly concerning with crude jokes, the brown one giving Rokar a swift kick to get him back on task, and whatever else that may have crossed their minds to talk about to perhaps past this dull, unbloody time. Although the caves seemed lonely and their chatter seemed to only consist of the two of them, Rokar and the brown one, there was a third party listening in, or more so becoming annoyed by the constant clattering of iron and stone and the grunts exchanged between the orcs. The third party wasn’t some sort of assassin, or necromancer, or bandit, or even some sort of long lost menace that’s some how released when one “digs too deep”, but it was a filthy creature. It was a creature of pure ebony, with eight long and vile appendages. These legs skittered across the cave flooring with the utmost silence, and with such speed that it seemed like the true essence of death itself flowed through the stone. This creature was easily gigantic, bigger than both the orcs but certainly small enough so that it might traverse the caverns without trouble. Even if trouble did come in the form of stray rock formations, its hide was tough and its muscles tougher, shattering through anything flimsy, and foolish, enough to stand in its way. The creature also possess two, fat crimson eyes that glowed softy in the darkness, along with coarse hair that covered the hide from head to all 8 of its toes. Its mandibles were sharp and ferocious, a sickly green ooze dripping from its mouth, and coating the mandibles with an emerald gloss. The creature, or spider as one might now call it, grew quicker with its pace as the sound of shattering stone grew closer, the orcs unaware of this beast’s intentions. Then it came, crawling on the ceiling and letting out a faint hiss as it saw the light from the torch, and the orcs extracting their shines. With a swift motion the oversized arachnid practically sliced through the air as it cast itself on the larger, brown orc. The orc, although seemingly unawares has guarded miners before, has fought in battles before, and has certainly bested spiders before so he knew the tell-tale signs of such an attack, the hissing caught his ear but he shrugged it off as Rokar being an ass. Although he shrugged off the hissing, the faint movement of stone above them as the spider picked up speed wasn’t something he could simply put out of his mind, not after the faint hissing and with a quick sliding of his foot, he turned, but a fraction too late. The spider nearly got him by the arm, the massive thing trying to bite and rip at his flesh, but he would have none of that as he sidestepped out of the way, heaving his axe up to strike. The spider knew it had missed as soon as the orc began to turn, asserting its focus on the miner now, Rokar, landing upon him as the orc side-stepped and ripping its mandibles into his back. The motions happened too fast, the pounce, the side-step, the axe, and then the bite. Rokar let out a yell of anguish, rage in his eyes as he thwacked his pick behind him to bat the spider away as the brown orc brought his axe down upon the beast. The spider shifted its weight away from the axe, getting a nasty gash in one of its left legs. Its back now had a few nicks and holes in it, brought on by the pick-axe and so the spider quickly started to get off the miner and onto the wall in an attempt to run, but it had not accounted on the tenacity of the orcs. Rokar turned with a swift motion, face gnarled with rage as he slammed his pick square into one of the legs of the spider, snagging it and pinning it in place. The brown orc saw his opportunity, bellowing at a mighty war cry as he charged the spider with his axe, and with a satisfying squish, he embedded his weapon into the monster’s head, causing it to shudder deeply before heaving downwards and going limp. Rokar fell to one knee, releasing his pickaxe as he clutched his chest, poison soaking his thin shirt and seeped deeply into his flesh. He breathed heavily, nearly passing out before the brown orc grabbed him by the arm, lumbering his way towards the entrance of the cave. OOC: ((This'll be the story that sets up Rokar's death. There may be a few errors here and there, it was written rather late. At any rate. Cave spiders are a *****.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hylian the Heretic 233 Share Posted February 5, 2012 pretty awesome. You're a great weaver of stories. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ithric 70 Author Share Posted February 5, 2012 pretty awesome. You're a great weaver of stories. Thanks a bunch. It has some grammar and spelling errors I'm not too fond of. I'll fix them eventually. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grazlock Bloodblade 0 Share Posted February 5, 2012 Great story of that legendary spider in the caves. "Golf Claps" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ugroth the Dunewalker 15 Share Posted February 5, 2012 Very good. I could easily see the scene unfolding before me. )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
empirerebel 305 Share Posted February 5, 2012 That is excellent you completely described the scene () Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Braxis 813 Share Posted February 5, 2012 Very well written and Yes cave spidesr are () Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danny 2232 Share Posted December 3, 2012 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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