Chapter 2: The Hunt begins!
Not long after the dreams, which continued for about three weeks, ended, a message was sent out to the entire horde. It had been found that there were, at most, about 150 of these beautiful men and women left, and that its was now "finder's keeper's" for those seeking them. People began calling this the "Hunt" and Hachaku was one of the first to join in. Teams and massive raids and groups were formed at local taverns, just before setting off to find women to screw over. He decided to go on his own. More for me were his thoughts.
When he left, he carried with him thee large sacks of food(which were his emergency rations), his two favorite 2h(2 handed) swords, 3 daggers, a bow and arrows, and a pike axe.(for all you WoW players out there, you wont be hearing the names for a while, and pike axe is not a real weapon!) His first few days were uneventful, but after about a week, things got tough. Many herds of animals had been massacred to feed the huge raiding parties, and thus, Hachaku had to rely on his emergency rations. He decided to go pay a visit to Thunder Bluff, since he had some money to restock on food there (for those of you wondering, he lived in Darkshore, after it was abandoned by alliance). However, things didn't go too smoothly that night. As he was preparing some food, three orcs walked into view and sat down on the opposite side of the fire.
"What is it you want?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and peaceful; he really didn't like orcs. These ones looked particularly hateful.
"We weres lookin' for food, we got a big team to feed, you gets any for us 'uns?" one said in a thick accent. His teeth were very large, even for an orcs, and his skin looked somewhat turquoise.
"I am not giving you little pests any of my damned food! Now get out of my site!" His patience snapped at their abruptness to ask for food. He stared at their faces, and as was predicted, the words "little" and "pests" had made them quite pissed. The one who had spoken drew his little sword, and lunged at Hachaku. Sitting there on the other side of the fire, he knew what would happen now. Too stupid to think first, the orc lurched right into the tall flames, and screamed in agony. Hachaku laughed uproarisly at him, watching his pain and misery. The other two watched for a few seconds, almost laughing themselves, then drew long swords and walked around the fire to attack. The light grew tremendously as the orc in the fire finally died, and added to the kindling. The other orcs covered their eyes, giving Hachaku enough time to grab his 2h sword and decapitate the first one in a single blow, and carry that blow through onto the second, cutting him in half.
That was when Hachaku realized how brutal this would be. Orcs were always annoying ornery asses, but this time they were in groups, rare in this day and age. He saw that they would betray anyone, murder, lie, and deceive their own friends and enemies to get what they needed to complete the Hunt. As he packed his stuff the next morning, he stared at the two bodies and the pile of bloody ash. These would be great for food he thought as his stomach growled, but then thought better of it. He never trusted how orc flesh was green.