Chapter #5Grune of Tribe Mkngurt by: Goodvibes   A smash of a mighty club knocked the bloodied snout wolf to the ground. It didn't move back up.The barbarian woman, five cubits in height, sent another ravaging hound across the snowy distance.The sound of cracked ribs could easily be heard as it landed in a heap. Ten wolves came to feast on a lone warrior, three had already fallen to her weapons. Her grandmother's staff was buried into the head of another beast.
"Come you bloodied curs, come mongrels of the snow tips, come man's enemies." Grune declared. She puffed her chest up to appear more intimidating. "I wear on my shoulders a king of your kind. I killed him when him stalked into my tribe's longhouse, thought himself a ruler. I showed him, showed him he was't even worthy of my patriarch's time.But even then, he was a worthy creature. Tore meat from my body like the hunters of my tribe do to seals. I still killed him though, strangled him with my bare hands."
She snarled at the wolves,who seemed to become fearful of the raving woman. She stalked forward and the wolves backed up.
"Yet you lesser beasts think you could compare yourselves to him? Oh what ghastly little beasts you are,barely even a fart compared to the black wolf I wear now as my coverings." She spoke. "So come, come closer and let me do to you what I did to him."
The wolves wisely ran off leaving their three dead to the barbarian woman. Grune laughed and set down her bone club to retrieve
the staff from the wolf's head.
"Weak." She mumbled. Grune looked around the white horizon, she did her best to find the tomb her patriarch spoke of. Rumors of a discarded tribe-tomb had recently been whispered among the clans. The tribe patriarch didn't speak much about it of course, rumors were not things to concern oneself with. It wasn't until a clan scout had spoken of seeing the rumored tomb that the patriarch decided it needed to be raided. It was decided Grune would be the first tribeswoman in to kill anything that might threaten their search party.
The barbarian jumped immediately onto the idea,and just as her patriarch had finished his declaration, had already rushed out to find the tomb. She had managed to get a copy of the scout's map, who already multiplied his notes, and set forth into the white wilds.
It had already been two days since she had went forth from her home. According to the map, she should've be around the area where the tomb was located.
"Where are you my sweet flower?" She whispered. Her eyes gazed like a hawk until she happily laughed in fruition. There! In the distance was the distinctive carved stone doors of a tomb. She laughed again and picked up her club. She then bound her staff onto her back, while she also placed a wolf carcass onto her shoulder.
"I need some protein." She mumbled as she set forth. A hour later Grune was at the door, she gazed upwards. Two points high, one of the largest doors she'd ever seen. She shrugged and pushed, like all tomb doors, they surprisingly didn't offer much resistance to any force. She walked inside, quickly dropping her wolf carcass onto the ground, and readied her weapons.
She stared but no monster came rushing at her. Grune was confused. She walked farther, now noticing the light that emanated from within. Rows of everlasting torches lined the walls of the room. Off to the other side she could see a door half-open. She looked down to the floor and noticed the corpses of long-dead Northernmen. Clutched between the ice-cold fingers of one of the men was an idol that caught Grune's eyes. She crouched closer to examine it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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