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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Menoch.

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Author:           Menoch
Date    Wed Oct 31 23:30:49 2007
Subject  Background


The tortured screams of the human echoed off the walls of the
canyon. Menoch
gazed on impassivly as the two other ogre youths, no longer
children and not
long from their final adult growth, cut the man again and again
with their
long hunting knives. Never enough to kill.  Just enough to bleed.
 The man's
family lay not far away, blood still streaming from their
throats, steaming
against the cold rocks.

Menoch looked on dispasionatly as the young ogers steped back
from the
bleeding man.  He lay there, gasping, coughing up blood. Finaly,
he looked
up, matching Menoch's gaze with his own. "I'll never tell you. 
You've
killed my family, you're going to kill me."

He groaned as Menoch grabed him by his hair and jerked his head
back,
exposing the throat.

"Foolish human.  If all we wanted was your money, do you really
think that
it would have taken us this long to kill you?"

His voice was low, and grated like rocks scraped together.  He
Leaned close,
and the man winced at the smell of death that clung to the young
ogre.

"Our mission is not plunder.  We are here for the slaughter!"
With that,
he gave the man's head a sharp twist, snapping his neck. He
didn't watch as
the body slumped against the stone.

Menoch Gestured to the other ogres. "Come!  We hunt!"  They
ran down the
path that led towards the small villiage, the moons shining on
their hunting
knives in the darkness.

All was dark when they reached the villiage, the moons having
Retired to
their palaces of cloud thoughfully providing Menoch and his
companions
darkness in which to work.  Silently, they stole into the first
home.  A man
and a woman were sleeping in a large bed in the corner, his arm
draped
lovingly over her shoulder. Menoch pointed, and the ogres moved. 
The couple
never had a chance to scream. They left the first hut and moved
to the
second. As they reached the second home, the light of Solinari
broke free of
the clouds, and shone on the villiage.  The ogres ignored it and
continued
to enter the homes.

The three ogres swept through the villiage like wolfs through
sheep. The
screams of the dying quickly woke the small villiage, who ran to
see what
the trouble was, only to be cut down themselves.  The ogres ran
through the
villiage, and when they finished, none were left alive.  They
began the long
walk back to their own villiage, congratulating themselves on
their
slaughter.

It was Otag, the younggest one of them who first heard the
horses. He
stopped, trying to smell them, and an arrow took him through the
throat, as
a mounted patrol of solamnic knights rode up over the hill.

"Run!"  Yelled Menoch, as the knights charged.  Togh, the
second ogre,
was cut down as he ran.  Menoch ran as fast as he could, towards
the sound
of the river.  He came to an abrubt halt, as he almost fell into
it-- about
fifty yards below him.  Cursing, he turned to face the knights.

They rode up slowly, drawing swords.

Menoch smiled, as he knew what he must do. "Good chase
humans"  With
those parting words, he turned, and dived over the cliff, towards
the raging
waters below.

He emerged two days later, soaked and freezing.  He had lost his
knives, and
his money.  He looked at the setting sun, and took his bearing. 
His
villiage would have been destroyed by the knights.  He needed a
new home. 
He had heard of a Maurading band of Ogres and Goblins living near
Neraka. 
Perhaps they would allow him to plunder with them.  He turned
towards the
setting sun, and began his walk. 

Author:    Menoch         
Date:      Tue Jul 29
06:12:25 2008
Subject     menoch story (repost)

The
tortured screams of the human echoed off the walls of the canyon.
 
Menoch gazed on impassivly as the two other ogre youths, no

longer children and not long from their final adult growth,
cut
the man again and again with their long hunting knives.  
Never
enough to kill.  Just enough to bleed.  The man's 
family lay not
far away, blood still streaming from their 
throats, steaming
against the cold rocks.  
Menoch looked on dispasionatly as the
young ogers steped back from 
Menoch looked on dispasionatly as
the young ogers steped back from 
the bleeding man.  He lay
there, gasping, coughing up blood.  
Finaly, he looked up,
matching Menoch's gaze with his own.  

"I'll never tell you. 
You've killed my family, you're going to
kill me."  

He
groaned as Menoch grabed him by his hair and jerked 
his head
back, exposing the throat.

"Foolish human.  If all we wanted
was your money, do you really think
that it would have taken us
this long to kill you?"

His voice was low, and grated like
rocks scraped together.  He 
Leaned close, and the man winced at
the smell of death that clung
to the young ogre.
"Our mission
is not plunder.  We are here for the slaughter!"
With that, he
gave the man's head a sharp twist, snapping his neck.
He didn't
watch as the body slumped against the stone.  Menoch 
Gestured to
the other ogres.  
"Come!  We hunt!"  They ran down the path
that led towards 
the small villiage, the moons shining on their
hunting knives in
the darkness.  

All was dark when they reached
the villiage, the moons having 
Retired to their palaces of cloud
thoughfully providing Menoch
and his companions darkness in which
to work.  Silently, they stole
into the first home.  A man and a
woman were sleeping in a large 
bed in the corner, his arm draped
lovingly over her shoulder. 
Menoch pointed, and the ogres moved.
 The couple never had a 
chance to scream. They left the first
hut and moved to the second.  
As they reached the second home,
the light of Solinari broke free 
of the clouds, and shone on the
villiage.  The ogres ignored it
and continued to enter the home. 


The three ogres swept through the villiage like wolfs through
sheep.  
The screams of the dying quickly woke the small
villiage, who ran
to see what the trouble was, only to be cut
down themselves.  The 
ogres ran through the villiage, and when
they finished, none were 
left alive.  They began the long walk
back to their own villiage, 
congratulating themselves on their
slaughter. 

It was Otag, the younggest one of them who first
heard the horses.  
He stopped, trying to smell them, and an
arrow took him through the 
throat, as a mounted patrol of
solamnic knights rode up over the hill.
"Run!"  Yelled
Menoch, as the knights charged.  Togh, the second ogre,
was cut
down as he ran.  Menoch ran as fast as he could, towards
the
sound of the river.  He came to an abrubt halt, as he almost
fell into it--
about fifty yards below him.  Cursing, he turned
to face the knights.  
They rode up slowly, drawing swords. 


Menoch smiled, as he knew what he must do.  

"Good chase
humans"  With those parting words, he turned, and dived 
over
the cliff, towards the raging waters below.  

He emerged two
days later, soaked and freezing.  He had lost his knives, and

his money.  He looked at the setting sun, and took his bearing. 
His villiage
would have been destroyed by the knights.  He needed
a new home.  
He turned towards the setting sun, and began his
walk.  

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