The Making of an Ogre Hunterby Opalfire
Sentania grinned a feral grin as she hefted her new sword, it's black blade gleaming with a strange green cast. A tingle raced up her arm; and she wondered again about its weird magical properties. But she had precious little time for musing, as she left Usk and trod into Winter Wold. The Ogres were on the rampage again; vile disgusting creatures, waylaying merchants and any unwary wanderers. She knew far more than many the consequenses of allowing ogres to live and breed, having been orphaned at a tender age by their merciless pillaging. But she had been raised by a loving if ecclectic group of warriors and mages who taught her the power within herself. She chuckled; now the ogres feared her--the ogre hunter.
At that moment, she caught a wift of their unique scent, a cross between wet dog and rotting meat. Sentania spotted him then, a large monster in blue fur mumbling to himself as he counted his mana crystals--an ogre mage. A predatory smile parted her lips as she held in her laughter; this would be almost too easy. She silently crept closer; then launched herself at him screaming her war cry "for Enid." Startled, the creature clutched his mana and cast his only spell; then hefted his huge club. Sentania knew she could not dodge the twirling stars spiraling slowly towards her; so she raced to meet them throwing herself into the counter attack.
She remembered after her attack that she should have cursed him with clumsiness before her battle cry. Her mage mentor would harangue about that forever--"you're an elf, the goddess gave you a brain as well as a strong back, use it and stop acting like a stupid ogre." She grimaced as his club landed heavily on her left shoulder jarring every bone in her body and rattling her teeth. Gripping her short sword more tightly in her hand, Sentania gave a mighty lunge and slashed deep into the ogre mage. Suddenly, she felt better, stronger--especially when his second swing missed and hers did not. When she realized the sword the Mage Warrior had given her, her laughter could no longer be contained--a life leech. To the ogre she appeared a creature of nightmare, a cackling daemon that could not be hurt no matter how hard or often he pounded. Unfortunately for him, ogres are too stupid to know real fear, or he would have fled and possibly saved his life
"But she killed him didn't she, Mother?" the child at Opalfire's feet asked quietly. "Oh yes, it was a long fight, for he was huge and she was small. But in the end, she took his head and then his treasure--his mana, his club, and his alchemy tool; which she sent to me. And that is the story of the package which arrived this morning," Opalfire laughingly told her son. "Now it is bedtime for you and your baby brother. You have much to learn and tomorrow is dedicated to the studying of it--that is if you ever want to kill an ogre like Sentania and not just the mice in town." And Opalfire smiled proudly as her son raced for the stairs; then lifting the baby off the blood fenris pelt, she turned to follow.





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