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Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing!

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1 Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Joi Apr 07, 2011 2:30 pm

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Mikaela Korinski shivered, she shivered profusely as her small hands clutched an old coat that belonged to her father, who now lay among the ruins of what had once been the small market town of Dobrinka. Her bare feet took her through the deep snow, almost not feeling the cold anymore. Icy-blue eyes scanned the frozen horizon, wisps of snow, blown by the wind forming around her, her eyes now seeing but shapes, faces of lost people and her small home town in Northern Khador. The child advanced slowly, to the stump of a tree that could be seen from the snow, eventually moving into a crawling position.

With every ounce of strength she dragged on toward the remains of the old tree, in her image, the only shelter from the freezing snow and winds that carried whispers and other sounds with them. For a moment she thought she heard her older brother Sergei calling out, but it was not to be. Driven to survive she dug relentlessly into the snow at the stump’s base with purple hands until a hole was uncovered.

Dragging herself into the hollow stump she curled up, looking at her frostbitten hands and feet. She had been strong as she had been taught but now somewhat warmer, memories returned. First they were pleasant; the family home, small unassuming close to her father’s Jack workshop, their voices, those of her parents and relatives. At first they came clearly but the black haze came, the shadow of death. The dead that walked stormed Dobrinka, overwhelming the huntsmen. “How could they even overwhelm the huntsmen?, they were strong and brave”; she thought. A man came, a creature of darkness murdering, asking questions. Just as she ran through the snow as her father commanded her to do, the screams of the dying could be heard.

For a second her blue eyes closed, trying to shrug off the images. Not falling asleep was her priority but she was tired and now the storm outside carried whispers but they were not something she understood. A foreign tongue, perhaps Menoth whom she prayed to every morning and evening before bed was trying to talk to her, encourage her to stay strong. Her eyes closed slowly as exhaustion took over, sleep came as much as she fought it.

The Raek dubbed “Hossir” or “Scythe” in the language of the Nyss strolled forward, it’s maw snapping closed. Behind it Rhyliss Wintershard followed, a female Nyss, still relatively untouched by the Dragon’s blight followed. Trekking between a shard encampment and her village she had been caught in the storm that now was abating. Hossir kept itself in sight, like a faithful hound, smelling, seeing in the shadows, but just as the beast stopped by an old tree stump it hissed. A barbed tail began to flail slowly as it’s foreclaws dug into the fresh snow.

“Always hungry!”, the Nyss thought to herself smiling. Just as her footsteps took her feet from the Warbeast she recognized the screams of a child coming from inside the stump. The Raek was digging furiously and soon it’s clawed leg went inside the stump only to drag a human child into the open. Far from any settlements the girl tried to free herself, a free frostbitten foot barely kicking at the Raek’s head but she resisted. Raising her hand, Rhyliss spoke quietly “Hossir, leave her!”.

Obedient, the Raek withdraw, slavering jaws still drooling at the prize it had found. A gloved hand grabbed the back of Mikaela’s oversized coat the girl turning around. Before her eyes stood a grey-skinned woman with locks of white hair coming from underneath her hood. A Winter Elf; she heard stories of these people, living in hunting parties, sometimes engaging Khadoran hunters, other times trading. Her mouth opened to speak in Khardic; “D…. d.. don’t hurt me. I .. I did not mean to hurt your animal…”. Tears rolled down her red cheeks just as the Nyss studied her, trying to fathom what was a human stripling doing all the way there.

A terror-filled look stared at the hungry Raek and for a brief moment, in the clutches of the Nyss she felt her mind commune with the beast. Hossir seemed to calm down, approaching Rhyliss and her captive, its nostrils sniffing what it had initially taken as prey. Before a dumb-struck Rhyliss the child extended her hand toward the Dragonspawn and it responded like a faithful hound. The elf unable still to comprehend what happened set the child down, backing off slowly.

Thoughts filled young Mikaela’s mind, thoughts coming from this animal, this frightening predator that stalked the snows. She felt in it hatred, insatiable hunger but also a primal intelligence, lurking in the depths of its mind. There was no soul but this “hound” belonging to the Nyss had intelligence. A small hand touched the animal’s scaly hide and the very same moment it’s thoughts changed. Besides the malevolence inside it moved around the child now like a dog, waiting for a command. As fear washed away, human and Dragonspawn bonded.

Rhyliss hesitated a second but recognizing something she had seen in others, she grasped the child in her arms, wrapping her in her fur cloak and resumed her trek to the Hyssar village. The human had shown something only a few of her kind could do and if a Dragonspawn refused to hurt her it must be a sign. Eager to consult her village mystic she hastened the pace. Hossir followed closely, suddenly preoccupied with its new charge, hissing now and then, often it’s eyeless head turning toward the creature the elf had found.

With the first sun’s rays appearing in the east, the silhouettes of several houses appeared in the distance, smoke coming from each. Put together by the tree line of an evergreen it seemed a welcome destination for any traveller across the frozen wastes. Opening her eyes Mikaela could see similar Winter Elves greeting the female who carried her. Some however looked evil with spines, pointed chins and horns. Hossir was still in tow, snarling at the Nyss who tried to approach viciously, it’s barbed tail flailing in their direction. Not wasting time, Rhyliss moved toward one of the central huts, followed by most of the Nyss community, curious of the human child’s identity.

Laeryll Stormshadow, Seeress of the Hyssar clan bended over a large pot, slowly twisting a wooden spoon
in its contents, muttering words in the Nyss language. As the door to her hut opened she turned to face the arrival but could not hide her surprise. Her apprentice had returned with a prize. Leaving her instrument aside the black haired Nyss woman quickly moved toward Rhyliss’ location, grinning.

“Well well, what have we here?”, she commented, trying to take Mikaela away from the younger Nyss but the apprentice stopped her.

“No, elder. This human turned a Raek bound on devouring her on the spot into something akin of a hound. Hossir nearly attacked a few of our hunters to protect her”, she spoke looking at Laeryll, giving her a knowing nod. The human was a complete mystery but perhaps with the Seeress’ help they will be able to learn her secret. A hopeful look now studied the mystic, waiting.

Seer Stormshadow could not believe her ears. The child was not Blighted, not even a Nyss but what her apprentice mentioned bordered the extraordinary. Taking a reluctant, scared Mikaela from her assistant she placed the child on a bed and her clawed hands began searching through jars and bottles. Frostbitten feet and hands would not be of much use. Finally turning toward her young guest she knelt down and spoke in Khardic, “Whatever you are human I will find out. But if I am to find out, I must cure you first. You suffer from frostbite, but you’re lucky. I am able to cure you, but you must promise me you’ll do as I tell you to.”
A nod was all the child could give. The witch’s hands touched her frostbitten hands and feet, an oily smelly salve now covering her skin. Covered in a thick arctic bear blanket she finally slept after being LOST IN THE SNOW…”.

…AND FOUND ONCE MORE
With a bare hand Rhyliss touched the girl’s forehead and sighed. Fever raged in her young body but the Seer’s salve seemed to be working. It was the second day the lost child slept, wrecked by high fever and four since she had been found. Now left alone with Mikaela, the apprentice seer did all she could. Applied the salve regularly, worked her small amount of magical knowledge to assist with the healing. If the Blight was at work perhaps the temperature was a sign of it. Moving away from the bed she set the salve jar back in its place. A warm fire burned in the center of the hut, keeping everyone warm.

A low voice muttering Khardic words and a small hand emerging from underneath the blanket was the signal the child was better. Blue eyes opened again and she attempted to see but her vision was foggy. The smell of warm stew bubbling made the girl look in the pot’s direction, and then toward the fur dressed Rhyliss. “.. I.. I am hungry..”, she said.

Shoving a bowl of stew under her nose, the Seer’s apprentice spoke on a commanding tone “Here, eat. The Elder wishes you to regain your strength… and don’t waste any human. You won’t get more!”; turning toward her scrolls the Nyss seemed to mind her own business but the sound of a spoon hitting the clay walls of the pot was a good sign. Mere minutes later setting the bowl down the human youngster lay back on the bed. This house she was in… it was odd.

Decorated with furs, skulls, minimal furniture save two shabby beds, a large cooking pot a table and two chairs it didn’t seem like much. Candles lit up the building, assisted by the central fire and for a moment the shadows of this place seemed interesting. A medium sized cabinet held scrolls and a few books but everything looked like it was going to fall over. The elves seemed mean or hating her to say the least, yet she felt thankful for their care. Her mind wandered away to sadder images and memories. Dobrinka, her father, her mother, Sergei, the old Warjacks in her father’s shop, Sasha, the old Kodiak used for labour by her father. She missed Sasha. Like with the Raek she had felt the Warjack’s mind meld with her own but afraid to tell her parents she remained quiet about it.

Her young spirit filled with the desire for vengeance on the evil dead who had taken her life away. She had seen Sasha fall under a wicked man’s blade and in that moment she felt she lost a family member. These beasts however, this Hossir, unlike Misha was alive with a beating heart. Faint memories of “gift” returned to her mind after she had heard the Nyss speak about it. She would ask the Seer if she returned…

The gift would be discovered…

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2 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Joi Apr 07, 2011 3:31 pm

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Nice. Cateva greseli gramaticale (eu vorbesc Rolling Eyes ) dar per total e nice.

Prevad ca acum iti place de o alta factiune si o sa te lasi de cea pe care o ai...sigh... Neutral

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3 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Joi Apr 07, 2011 3:32 pm

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Nup. Nu las Khador Smile Vreau doar sa leg povestea asta de povestea Warcasterului custom de Khador care vreau sa-l creez (will count as pIrusk) ca fluff. Ai rabdare si vei vedea.

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4 Story updated la data de Mier Apr 13, 2011 12:19 am

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5 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Mier Apr 13, 2011 7:38 pm

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Bogdan a scris:Update la poveste gasiti pe:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/52873579/Maul-of-Winter

Per total imi place. Un pic fortata scena in care cadetul sare la scandal dar cred ca e OK.
Si unele treceri sunt inca un pic cam bruste dar banuiesc ca o sa iti imbunatatesti stiul in timp. GG

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6 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Lun Apr 18, 2011 1:43 pm

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Update postat pe scribd!

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7 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Lun Apr 18, 2011 8:57 pm

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Bogdan a scris:Update postat pe scribd!

E ok. Vezi ca e o propozitie la sfarsitul fragementului, cand nu stie cum sa reactioneze cand trebuie sa vb. in fata babei,care nu prea are sens.

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8 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Sam Apr 23, 2011 2:17 pm

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Updated pe scribd!

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9 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Sam Mai 14, 2011 4:47 pm

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Bogdan a scris:Updated pe scribd!

Nice. Very nice, indeed.

P.S.: Exista journeyman si la Khador? Credeam ca numai Cygnar au rangul asta...

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10 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Sam Mai 14, 2011 5:46 pm

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Khador merge pe ideea ca persoanele cu Warcaster potential sunt date unui senior Warcaster gen Vladimir sau Irusk sa fie pregatiti. Nu exista rang oficial de Journeyman. Initial fac pregatire cu Grey Lords daca nu sunt asignati direct unui senior. Am folosit doar termenul de Journeyman ca atare, nu ca rang cum foloseste Cygnar-ul.

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11 Re: Lost & Found - a prelude to a much bigger thing! la data de Mar Mai 24, 2011 10:50 am

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Am uitat.. Story updated!

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