The Shattered Trust & Coming Down the Mountain (Rated PG-13)

"COMING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN" Chapter 2





The Shadowtooth, a band of dark trolls, sets up camp for the night after a fortnight's decension from the higher tiers of Mt. Hyjal's treacherous peak and their shortcut over the range of Felwood. So rare it was for them to be traveling by daylight, but the circumstances demanded such. Nipping at their heels were demons, ahead of them a planned interception of the Shattered Maul Clan.



Kala'jin: Mon'zin, bruddah, I need a head count. How many we loss?





:: Mon'zin gets up from around the cooking fire, nods at Kala'jin and starts counting what remained of the Shadowtooth. ::



Mon'zin: Heavy losses, butcha already been knew dat. Dunno how many we loss, but I know we only got 14 of us left dat actually able ta fight anyway.



:: Kala'jin grumbles, then hunches down into a squat. He pulls out a satchel of seeds and throws one into the soil that he just tilled with his toe. He waves his arm over the soil and a small bushel instantly grows. He pulls a few of the berries off of this bushel and pops them into his mouth. ::



Kala'jin: Well whatcha waitin' fa? Ain't got time ta be wastin'.



Mon'zin: (sneers) When we gonna get sometin' real ta eat? Like a elf or at least one of dem stags?



Kala'jin: Plenty a time fa dat lata. We make due wit what we got now. Celebrate when dis all ovah, bruddah.



:: Mon'zin comes over and removes a few handfuls of berries as Kala'jin repeats his planting process a few times over to feed the rest of the clan. ::







*** Meanwhile ... back at the Splintertree Post in Ashenvale ... ***





Zolkor Sunshatter: We must be on our way. None of you want to be here when the Warsong Outriders make their weekly visit, do you? (grins) Their faces, when they see their allied Warchief hanging from one of his own towers! I wish I could see it! (laughs)



:: Cellbind and Hayrod finish loading the last of the wagons. Cellbind heads to the front of the formation that has formed within the walls of Splintertree and tosses the saddle on Zolkor's raptor. ::



Cellbind: We're about ready, sir.



Zolkor Sunshatter: Excellent. (looks at the black raptor) Ick. We must do something about these beasts after we've dealt with Darnassus. Disgusting creatures. Leave it to an orc though ... ha, I wouldn't have accepted these even as gifts had it been up to me. We oughta hack them up and send them back to Gor'Watha in boxes.



Cellbind: Sounds like a plan, sir.



:: Hoofheals walks up with Xanatera on his shoulders. ::



Xanatera: The cave has been cleared out. The supplies are packed up and the last of the weapons are being put up as we speak, sir.



Zolkor Sunshatter: Understood. Make sure that you put in place some "items" that may slow down those who would try to follow us.



Xanatera: I think I follow ya, boss!



:: Hoofheals turns around and walks away, Xanatera still sitting on his shoulders. Xanatera climbs down near one of the huts, and starts pulling out goblin landmines, placing them at the entrances of each of the already cleared out huts and at the base of the cave which still houses the loyalists of Agrar. She places a stack on the edge of the last wagon, then climbs up carefully, sitting, ready to throw them down as the convoy leaves. ::



:: Zolkor Sunshatter walks over to the black raptor, and climbs up as the rest of the Shattered Maul falls in on their raptors and packs in on the wagons. Without so much of a glance back, the convoy starts on westward, Darnassus in their sights. Warchief Agrar Stonebreaker's body, still dangling from the post, is covered in flies as what appears to be a giant bat flutters down from one of the over hanging braches in the canopy. ::





*** Back in the woodland of Darkshore, a few days later ... ***



:: The Shadowtooth have finished their descent from the mountain range and have made their way into the woodlands of the northern half of the area. ::



Kala'jin: Keep up da pace, I be seein' da signal fires of da Shatterspear camp ahead. We close!



:: A bat circles above, Kala'jin straining to make it out. It circles and descends, transforming into a troll about 20 yards off. It's a young druid named Warsol; returning from a scouting mission to the east. ::



Warsol: Chieftain, der sumfin' ya needa hear real quick.



:: Warsol runs up to Kala'jin and the entire clan stops dead in their tracks. ::





Kala'jin: What da problem?



Warsol: Agrar Stonebreaker, he been killed.



:: Kala'jin's face goes blank for a second, then he bares his teeth and furrows his brow. ::



Kala'jin: Who behind dis?!



Warsol: Dunno, Chieftain, but der an elf be leadin' a convoy away from da Splintertree Post and headin' in dis direction.



:: Kala'jin storms off towards a nearby creek. Tyjin and Warsol start off after him, but Mon'zin grabs them both by their shoulders and stops them. Almost out of sight, Kala'jin raises his arms to the side and tilts back his head to let out a monstrous roar as he transforms into his bear form. He plods off further into the woodlands before coming upon a creek. He walks to the water's edge, and peers into it, the reflection immediately becoming a scene from his past. ::



:: Kala'jin, younger at this time and just a pupil is sitting cocked on a branch of a high standing oak, his back against the trunk of the tree. Nodding into the Emerald Dream, he's unaware that a nameless elven ranger has him in his sights. The ranger pulls back on the string of the bow releasing the first arrow and at the last moment something rattles the tree he's standing on. His arrow misses Kala'jin, just an inch to the right, arrow sticking out of the tree trunk. ::



Agrar Stonebreaker: Come down here, you cowardly elf!



:: Agrar backs up and then rushes into the tree the elf is standing on again; this time completely breaking through the trunk, causing the tree to fall. The ranger jumps forward and into a flip as he comes down. Agrar, with axe in hand, turns around and lays into the elf's shoulder just as he lands on the ground. The elf lays there, as his blood soaks the ground. Agrar removes his axe and looks up towards Kala'jin who is sitting in the same spot as before. Kala'jin climbs down and extends his three-fingered hand to which Agrar meets it with a quick fist. He turns around and walks off. ::





:: Kala'jin snaps back from his memory, still peering into the creek, as a lone tear drops from his eye and splashes into the creek; rage apparent in his big bear eyes. ::



(( This was supposed to be continued but was abandoned as Shadowtooth Clan was given to a non-RPer and Shattered Maul Clan restarted ... so this was never finished. Maybe one day ... ))