Chapter 3: A new partner for the road
As the weeks passed, the offenses and attacks by orcs, trolls, undead, and even other tauren got worse and worse. Hachaku cursed them all to hell for being so selfish as to try to murder him for some women. Then he would laugh, realizing that he was doing the same. Already, he had murdered unarmed trolls in their beds, butchered undead as their backs were turned, slit the orcs throats as they ate like idiotic pigs, and stabbed taurens through the heart as they hunted for food. He had done more by himself than most could do in a group (yes, he is the equivalent of a level 40 warrior). He began to truly believe he would always be alone in this. He was wrong…
After the fourth week of traveling, he came to a campsite of some raid. The campsite was abandoned, probably left in haste to continue searching. He scanned tents and fires for food and gear. He found some good strider meat, and some ale. Then he went to what looked like the bonfire area to see what was there, over the hill. What he saw was, at the moment, beyond his comprehension: There were three score (60) bodies piled up in a big stack, burning and smoldering. Next to this pile was a young looking tauren, a warrior no doubt. This warrior held an obsidian-edged blade in his right hand, and an orc's head in his left, suspended by its hair. He threw the head in the air and with one smooth, quick stroke, sliced it in half and spewed the contents everywhere. Hachaku watched fascinated by this warrior, and decided he should introduce himself to him. As he walked down, the warrior jumped at him, and had he not raised his sword in time, Hachaku would have been cut in half. He used his well known strength to throw the warrior to the ground, and held him down by putting one hoof on his chest.
"I am not looking to fight you, just to meet you" Hachaku said calmly. The warriors speed was surprising, as was the force of the blow.
"Very well then, let's start again, shall we? My name is Patt, of Thunder Bluff, and you are?" said the young warrior.
"I am Hachaku, of Darkshore, and it is nice to meet you Patt." Hachaku said, smiling.
They both grinned at each other and Hachaku let Patt up. The warrior dusted himself off, and then started to sheath his blade. "That's a very nice sword you have there Patt, very sharp, and light I assume." Hachaku said, almost with envy. Patt looked at him, grinned again, and the Hachaku realized his teeth were covered in fresh blood. "Why don't you ask that damned orc over there? He took three blows from it!" at this they both laughed heartily. Hachaku took an instant liking to Patt, and vice-versa.
"Let me guess…you are on the Hunt aren't you?" Hachaku said, after the laughing stopped. "Yep, women, women, women, the possibility of money, and women!" he said. They laughed again. Hachaku liked him so much he didn't want to have to part ways so soon, so he said "How would you like to join me in the Hunt?" Patt stood, as if carefully thinking about his choices, then said, loud and clear, "Yes, I would be happy to". That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.