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| The Hearthunters; I wrote some fluff! | |
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| Deleted User | Dec 13 2013, 21:23 Post #1 |
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The Hearthunter brothers went their separate ways shortly after reaching manhood. Born twins they had each learned the ways of their father Broadleap Hearthunter and the countless generations that had preceded him. The family hunted. Their sustenance came from prey found stretched over the higher reaches of the Mountains of Mourn. Most weeks, by trap, spear and bow the table groaned under the weight of fresh meat. In times of plenty, they buried carcasses in the snowdrifts surrounding their settlement and in times of famine, the supplies were thawed and their strength was maintained. For reasons unknown to anyone and long-since forgotten by even them, they had parted shortly after their father's death. Whether it was a bitter dispute or a simple need to forge their own path, the twins had not seen each other for near on 50 years. Balgrip and Gamfang lived their lives in parallel. On their peaks, a mere 3 valleys apart they had both thrived in the coldest recesses of the mountain range. In the summer there was snow, in the winter the sky hung with glittering ice crystals and human flesh froze on exposure. The accomplished hunters fed well and traded furs with nearby settlements. Young ogres would drift to them, some would be sent. They came to learn to hunt, but received short shrift. Their presence would not be acknowledged and they accepted their lot to stay downwind and watch. Eventually they would test what they had observed and form small hunting parties. Their survival frequently depended on chance finds of carrion not the fresh meat they tracked. The winters had grown colder, the darkness had stayed longer, the vegetation had waned and as the prey moved lower so too had they. It was inevitable that the brothers would come to trade in the same valley. In consecutive weeks they brought their meager bags to the same settlement and the butcher Foulmanter had noticed both their striking similarity and their failing health. He directed them to a bluff overlooking the tundra below where he claimed there was game for the hunting. He arranged to meet each at the next new moon. Balgrip arrived first, his hunting party following close behind. Gamfang was second. He drew up alongside his brother and without a word of acknowledgement they surveyed the scene below. Foulmanter cautiously approached, marveling at the striking similarities between both the two ogres and the hunting groups that followed them. The same beasts of burden, the same pack of Sabretusks at their sides, the shuffling groups of would-be hunters and even the gibbering masses of gnoblar trappers accompanying them showed that little separated the twins in their ways of life. On the tundra below, campfires dwindled in the night and voices could be made out on the wind. Skinny creatures, not unlike ogres but without guts and with a smell all of their own, buzzed from canvas canopy to wooden contraption. There was the unmistakable glimmer of firelight on polished steel, twinkling on racks beside each tent. Foulmanter's voice rumbled behind the brothers. "What now?" he asked. And in a shared thought that need not even have been uttered, the brothers were once again united. As Gamfang turned to face him, the words formed on the lips of his twin. "We hunt", growled Balgrip. |
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| eldarveteran | Dec 13 2013, 21:41 Post #2 |
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Organising Dude
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Excellent job, keep it up! |
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Ask not the EldarVeteran a question, for you will get three answers all (probably) true and horrifying to know Models purchased/gifted 2015, 2016 and 2017 = 169, 130, 232. Models painted = 139, 83, 189 . Net impact on grey plastic mountain = 120 extra models to pile Models purchased/gifted 2018 = 39. Models painted in 2018 = 53 . Net impact on grey plastic mountain = 14 models off pile | |
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