Post by Savrek on Jan 12, 2009 14:27:00 GMT -5
((I wanted to write up some sort of backstory for "Savrek 2.0," but all I could come up with was this little scene. I think part of the problem I was having with Savrek was that I was RPing a character that really didn't jive with the class I was playing. I rerolled him as a hunter, which I think fits the character better. That and I'm not very good at playing a rogue.))
Savrek shivered in the morning air. The ground crunched under his feet, frozen but not hard through yet. The sun hadn't risen, but if you stood on one of the eastmost branches, you could probably see the false dawn over Kalimdor. Except this morning, the cloud cover over Teldrassil would make that extremely hard.
The rough patch of dirt and rock was only a few strides behind the small house. It had taken the better part of a month to clear the small plot of land from the weeds and shrubs that had overgrown it. He'd done the northwest corner first: Calimmel's Patch, he called it. With the condition of the soil, it would take him all day to till, and he wanted to break the earth before it snowed over.
The long wooden shaft felt good in his hands, comforting. The weight of the steel head was good. A flat flange, blunt edge, it was designed for one purpose, and a bloodless one at that. It should have felt awkward in hands that for the past seven years had only held thin slivers of metal, slight weapons of surgical destruction. It was a large clumsy basic tool, and it was the best thing Savrek had ever wielded in his life. The hoe swung down, a nice chopping arc, and bit into the earth with a satisfying thunk.
Savrek couldn't help but smile as he hefted the hoe, bringing it down again and again. When the snow passed, he would plant again. In the spring, flowers would return to the house that had been his home so many years ago. He might even raise some animals again. It would take time to reclaim what had been lost in what seemed like an instant. But he would do it. And he would start with Calimmel's Patch, the way it all began the first time.
Savrek shivered in the morning air. The ground crunched under his feet, frozen but not hard through yet. The sun hadn't risen, but if you stood on one of the eastmost branches, you could probably see the false dawn over Kalimdor. Except this morning, the cloud cover over Teldrassil would make that extremely hard.
The rough patch of dirt and rock was only a few strides behind the small house. It had taken the better part of a month to clear the small plot of land from the weeds and shrubs that had overgrown it. He'd done the northwest corner first: Calimmel's Patch, he called it. With the condition of the soil, it would take him all day to till, and he wanted to break the earth before it snowed over.
The long wooden shaft felt good in his hands, comforting. The weight of the steel head was good. A flat flange, blunt edge, it was designed for one purpose, and a bloodless one at that. It should have felt awkward in hands that for the past seven years had only held thin slivers of metal, slight weapons of surgical destruction. It was a large clumsy basic tool, and it was the best thing Savrek had ever wielded in his life. The hoe swung down, a nice chopping arc, and bit into the earth with a satisfying thunk.
Savrek couldn't help but smile as he hefted the hoe, bringing it down again and again. When the snow passed, he would plant again. In the spring, flowers would return to the house that had been his home so many years ago. He might even raise some animals again. It would take time to reclaim what had been lost in what seemed like an instant. But he would do it. And he would start with Calimmel's Patch, the way it all began the first time.