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The light shone through the trees of the western-most forest of Z’ar Edar. It was late Aumumn and though the northern parts of the countryside were just now starting to receive their snows that covered their fields for eight months out of the year, the southern and most western portions of the countryside were still warm and habitable. A perfect time for the Arkivi of Imandell to go hunting.
Over a week of travel through dangerous territory, skirting just the outside of the forests claimed by the Jorrvaskenvald clan, the scouts had finally arrived at their destination, a forest that they had often hunted in years past. Je’Karr Veseth Imanil and his fifteen scouts, hand-picked by him before leaving the Dell, crouched down on the moist forest floor, as silent as death. Je’Karr was a prime example of a dominant male Arkivi. He was the son of the Chieftain, Veseth Imanil, ruler of Imandell and cousin to the Hammerlords. As first scout of the Dell he was raised to a position that put him not only in a position to be respected because of his heritage, but because of his merit as well. There were few other Arkivi who could compete with him in single combat, and even fewer that could lead as many successful scouting parties as he had led in his thirty years of life.
While the rest crouched against the damp leaves at the bottom of the forest floor, Je’Karr stood up tall, looking out through the forest, listening carefully. His double ended ears twitched lightly as he listened and searched for signs of life and movement…the forest clans were stealthy and even when they weren’t trying to hide, were sometimes impossible to see. Je’Karr however, blended in perfectly with his surroundings. A tall Arkivi, he stood more than two meters. His light blue skin meshed perfectly with the white trunks of the Zaron trees and their pale blue and green leaves that made up the foliage. His natural armor stood out rigid on his flesh, bone jutting out on his shoulders, back, forearms, and shins to create a sort of natural armor and weapon along most of his body. His hair was cut short and shaved on either side of his head, creating the look of a mowhawk that was stood up with natural oils and gels created from the sap of the Zaron trees. A look that made him look all the more fierce. He wore brief leather garments, a piece that crossed over his ass and between his legs to guard more sensitive spots and tight leg attachments that covered his thighs, a useful garment if you were to be riding on a mount for an extended period of time. Over his chest he wore a harness made of the same boiled leather, crossing over his chest and holding on its slits daggers made of copper and bone.
In his hand he held a long spear, holding it horizontal to the ground as he crouched back down near one of the trees. Turning his head back, he looked to one of his lieutenants and two others, making a quiet whistling noise that sounded like the natural birds of the area. Quickly and quietly, the three men came to where he sat at the tree, quiet.
“Ahead, two look outs.” He said, looking to the other who held short bows in their hands. They nodded and prepared to nock arrows while he spoke to his lieutenant. “In the brush ahead there is an entire clan…it is morning, they should be drowsy.” He said with a small smirk on his face. “At least three...”
His lieutenant smiled wide and nodded. “A good find Je’Karr” he said, patting his commander on the back.
The Arkivi weren’t here to hunt for food….they were here to hunt for females. In their race only one fifth or so of every child born is a female child, so the harvesting of new mates and slaves from other tribes is almost a must. While the lower classes are content to share one female amongst all of the brothers, the higher classes generally refuse to take part in such a family. Today, they were hunting for the noble clans of the Imanil tribe.
It was a special trip for Je’Karr…his mate had recently died giving birth to his son, the boy had survived, but his mate had not. He needed a new mate to take care of his son, and give him daughters he could mate off for political power…he would need it when he became chief someday. He hoped to find a new mate this day.
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The two lookouts who had been targeted earlier by Je’Karr stood nearby, leaning on their spears just outside of the brush that was built up, hiding the families tents. One of them yawned lightly, sighing somewhat afterward before turning to look at his brother. He was just about to speak when an arrow struck true, piercing through his neck and throwing him back to the brush. The other was about to call out, when he took found an arrow piercing his throat.
As they were thrown into the brush behind them, the rest of the clan started to wake and scramble…men grabbing weapons, females hiding.
Over a week of travel through dangerous territory, skirting just the outside of the forests claimed by the Jorrvaskenvald clan, the scouts had finally arrived at their destination, a forest that they had often hunted in years past. Je’Karr Veseth Imanil and his fifteen scouts, hand-picked by him before leaving the Dell, crouched down on the moist forest floor, as silent as death. Je’Karr was a prime example of a dominant male Arkivi. He was the son of the Chieftain, Veseth Imanil, ruler of Imandell and cousin to the Hammerlords. As first scout of the Dell he was raised to a position that put him not only in a position to be respected because of his heritage, but because of his merit as well. There were few other Arkivi who could compete with him in single combat, and even fewer that could lead as many successful scouting parties as he had led in his thirty years of life.
While the rest crouched against the damp leaves at the bottom of the forest floor, Je’Karr stood up tall, looking out through the forest, listening carefully. His double ended ears twitched lightly as he listened and searched for signs of life and movement…the forest clans were stealthy and even when they weren’t trying to hide, were sometimes impossible to see. Je’Karr however, blended in perfectly with his surroundings. A tall Arkivi, he stood more than two meters. His light blue skin meshed perfectly with the white trunks of the Zaron trees and their pale blue and green leaves that made up the foliage. His natural armor stood out rigid on his flesh, bone jutting out on his shoulders, back, forearms, and shins to create a sort of natural armor and weapon along most of his body. His hair was cut short and shaved on either side of his head, creating the look of a mowhawk that was stood up with natural oils and gels created from the sap of the Zaron trees. A look that made him look all the more fierce. He wore brief leather garments, a piece that crossed over his ass and between his legs to guard more sensitive spots and tight leg attachments that covered his thighs, a useful garment if you were to be riding on a mount for an extended period of time. Over his chest he wore a harness made of the same boiled leather, crossing over his chest and holding on its slits daggers made of copper and bone.
In his hand he held a long spear, holding it horizontal to the ground as he crouched back down near one of the trees. Turning his head back, he looked to one of his lieutenants and two others, making a quiet whistling noise that sounded like the natural birds of the area. Quickly and quietly, the three men came to where he sat at the tree, quiet.
“Ahead, two look outs.” He said, looking to the other who held short bows in their hands. They nodded and prepared to nock arrows while he spoke to his lieutenant. “In the brush ahead there is an entire clan…it is morning, they should be drowsy.” He said with a small smirk on his face. “At least three...”
His lieutenant smiled wide and nodded. “A good find Je’Karr” he said, patting his commander on the back.
The Arkivi weren’t here to hunt for food….they were here to hunt for females. In their race only one fifth or so of every child born is a female child, so the harvesting of new mates and slaves from other tribes is almost a must. While the lower classes are content to share one female amongst all of the brothers, the higher classes generally refuse to take part in such a family. Today, they were hunting for the noble clans of the Imanil tribe.
It was a special trip for Je’Karr…his mate had recently died giving birth to his son, the boy had survived, but his mate had not. He needed a new mate to take care of his son, and give him daughters he could mate off for political power…he would need it when he became chief someday. He hoped to find a new mate this day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The two lookouts who had been targeted earlier by Je’Karr stood nearby, leaning on their spears just outside of the brush that was built up, hiding the families tents. One of them yawned lightly, sighing somewhat afterward before turning to look at his brother. He was just about to speak when an arrow struck true, piercing through his neck and throwing him back to the brush. The other was about to call out, when he took found an arrow piercing his throat.
As they were thrown into the brush behind them, the rest of the clan started to wake and scramble…men grabbing weapons, females hiding.
