Post by Aroh on May 4, 2013 16:28:29 GMT 1
Groax called for something optimistic. It still doens't have you as a side kick, but maybe the next story will. 
***
Thunder Bluff. Is this even the same place anymore? Aroh walked the pathways up and down the bluff. He didn't recognize most of the habitants. Finally, a familiar face. Fyr Mistrunner was selling bread by the pond, as she always did.
”Well met sister. Have the winds been at your back these years?”
”Aroh! Where have you been?! I haven't had you taste my cornbread in too many cycles of mu'sha! It is good to see you safe.”
”It is good to see you as well, sister. There is nothing I missed more than the taste of your freshly baked bread.” It was like he had never been away.
”Is this the work of Cataclysm?” Aroh moved his hand around all corners of Thunder Bluff. ”I did not realize the city is changed so much.”
Fyr nodded. ”Aye, we lost many. But when Cairne died...” She shook her head silently. Both of the remained silent for a long time. Then Fyr smiled from the corner of her mouth.
”You still owe me, you know. You promised to make me one of your superior fishing lures before you vanished.”
Aroh blushed, which is something he had not done in years. ”I will repay my debt in full. That is a promise. But first, tell me all the news I've missed”. Fyr closed her shop and they sat by the pond. Fyr started her story.
”As you know, there is a new Chieftain now. Baine is a good bull. He takes good care of his people, as his father did.”
Aroh nodded.”I heard of Cairne's faith only many moons after the tragic events. News travel slowly to the back of Grizzly Hill. I never thought the Grimtotems would stoop that low. They are shu'halo after all.”
Aroh glanced over at the notice board barking orders from the so called Warchief. Fyr's gaze followed his. ”You know, I never liked that orc anyway. I'm not sure the Grimtotems are the worst rotten eggs after all. If the rumors are true, more power to the blood elves.”
”Shhh! You best not say that out loud even in Thunder Bluff. The brown skin has eyes and ears everywhere.”
”I don't care if he does. This isn't the Horde Cairne joined. Did you hear what that ogre tried to do to the trolls? Who knows if we'll be next!”
Fyr shifted uncomfortably. ”You don't know what its like these days...”
”Enough about politics. I see even my tent has been taken over.” Aroh pointed across the pond to the jewlery shop. A couple of young Cloudchasers were selling shiny baubles enthusiastically. ”Seems this is what the goblins contributed to the Horde. But can I blame them? At least the Couldshasers are trying to rebuild the Plains, which is more than I ever did.”
Fyr nodded slowly. ”We could use a few Mistrunners around here. Have you seen the state of the Camp?”
”No, but that is where I was going to go next. Why?”
Fyr sighed. ”Brace yourself. It is not what it used to be. But I don't mean the burned down tents and the destruction. Thunder Bluff got off easy compared to Taurajo. What I would want rebuilt is the spirt of the Mistrunner Tribe. I want to see life by the Great Gate again. I don't want it to keep the enemy out. I want it to burst open from the laughter and stomping of hooves.”
Aroh smiled. ”Maybe I can take over the notice board over there with some real news...”
Fyr laughed. ”That sounds like the Tribe I know!”
***
Thunder Bluff. Is this even the same place anymore? Aroh walked the pathways up and down the bluff. He didn't recognize most of the habitants. Finally, a familiar face. Fyr Mistrunner was selling bread by the pond, as she always did.
”Well met sister. Have the winds been at your back these years?”
”Aroh! Where have you been?! I haven't had you taste my cornbread in too many cycles of mu'sha! It is good to see you safe.”
”It is good to see you as well, sister. There is nothing I missed more than the taste of your freshly baked bread.” It was like he had never been away.
”Is this the work of Cataclysm?” Aroh moved his hand around all corners of Thunder Bluff. ”I did not realize the city is changed so much.”
Fyr nodded. ”Aye, we lost many. But when Cairne died...” She shook her head silently. Both of the remained silent for a long time. Then Fyr smiled from the corner of her mouth.
”You still owe me, you know. You promised to make me one of your superior fishing lures before you vanished.”
Aroh blushed, which is something he had not done in years. ”I will repay my debt in full. That is a promise. But first, tell me all the news I've missed”. Fyr closed her shop and they sat by the pond. Fyr started her story.
”As you know, there is a new Chieftain now. Baine is a good bull. He takes good care of his people, as his father did.”
Aroh nodded.”I heard of Cairne's faith only many moons after the tragic events. News travel slowly to the back of Grizzly Hill. I never thought the Grimtotems would stoop that low. They are shu'halo after all.”
Aroh glanced over at the notice board barking orders from the so called Warchief. Fyr's gaze followed his. ”You know, I never liked that orc anyway. I'm not sure the Grimtotems are the worst rotten eggs after all. If the rumors are true, more power to the blood elves.”
”Shhh! You best not say that out loud even in Thunder Bluff. The brown skin has eyes and ears everywhere.”
”I don't care if he does. This isn't the Horde Cairne joined. Did you hear what that ogre tried to do to the trolls? Who knows if we'll be next!”
Fyr shifted uncomfortably. ”You don't know what its like these days...”
”Enough about politics. I see even my tent has been taken over.” Aroh pointed across the pond to the jewlery shop. A couple of young Cloudchasers were selling shiny baubles enthusiastically. ”Seems this is what the goblins contributed to the Horde. But can I blame them? At least the Couldshasers are trying to rebuild the Plains, which is more than I ever did.”
Fyr nodded slowly. ”We could use a few Mistrunners around here. Have you seen the state of the Camp?”
”No, but that is where I was going to go next. Why?”
Fyr sighed. ”Brace yourself. It is not what it used to be. But I don't mean the burned down tents and the destruction. Thunder Bluff got off easy compared to Taurajo. What I would want rebuilt is the spirt of the Mistrunner Tribe. I want to see life by the Great Gate again. I don't want it to keep the enemy out. I want it to burst open from the laughter and stomping of hooves.”
Aroh smiled. ”Maybe I can take over the notice board over there with some real news...”
Fyr laughed. ”That sounds like the Tribe I know!”
