He learned how to make traps as well. Most hunters in the clan were not the patient sort. They tracked prey and then they killed it, because they had the strength for it, and the numbers. He caught smaller prey but he was learning-- and very quickly at that.
The day came for his Om'riggor. This was his chance to prove he was equal to the rest. He was sent out to hunt by himself-- something he was accustomed to, by now-- and a single spear. His chances were not good because of his perceived strength, and some of the women expressed concern for him. There was no way he could pass the test.
Night came and went. In the morning, the boy had not returned. However, as the chieftain prepared to send out a small search party...
[He grins a bit.]
A huge, hulking shape came shuffling into the camp. The hunters jumped to their feet, armed with spears and axes. 'Clefthoof!' But why was a clefthoof attacking the camp alone?
And then the clefthoof slumped over. Beneath it was the small orc, who had spent several hours dragging it back to camp. He wore its blood as proof.
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He learned how to make traps as well. Most hunters in the clan were not the patient sort. They tracked prey and then they killed it, because they had the strength for it, and the numbers. He caught smaller prey but he was learning-- and very quickly at that.
The day came for his Om'riggor. This was his chance to prove he was equal to the rest. He was sent out to hunt by himself-- something he was accustomed to, by now-- and a single spear. His chances were not good because of his perceived strength, and some of the women expressed concern for him. There was no way he could pass the test.
Night came and went. In the morning, the boy had not returned. However, as the chieftain prepared to send out a small search party...
[He grins a bit.]
A huge, hulking shape came shuffling into the camp. The hunters jumped to their feet, armed with spears and axes. 'Clefthoof!' But why was a clefthoof attacking the camp alone?
And then the clefthoof slumped over. Beneath it was the small orc, who had spent several hours dragging it back to camp. He wore its blood as proof.
From then on, they would call him Beastslayer.