Arakai Clan
Farfar grew up in the mountains 🏔 . He, among many other young Goliaths, served as a hunter and protector of the tribe. Farfar wasn't the brightest of them, but he was a tough warrior. The Arakai clan is led by Grakon, a great fighter and leader of their clan. Second in command is Arrok, a ranger and an exceptional marksman.
The Blade 🗡
One day during a hunt, Farfar stumbled upon an icy cold scimitar ❄️ 🗡. Amazed by such a magical weapon, Farfars' eyes 👀 lit. They recovered the weapon and returned home. In speaking with the elders 👴🏻 of the clan, they discovered that it was Drizzt's Frost Scimitar, Icingdeath. Where is Drizzt 🧙🏻♂️? How did blade ended up on the mountain? The elders concealed the blade in their sacred hut 🛖 .
The Raid 🛖
A fortnight later, rain poured heavily ⛈ throughout the day. Hunting was extended to the evening. It was stormy and dark when the hunters headed back. From afar, they noticed large flames 🔥 in the direction of the tribe. They dropped their kills 🦌 and hurried up the mountain 🏔 .
Upon arrival, they found their entire clan murdered in cold blood. There were corpses 💀 of foul creatures with pointy ears and sharp teeth. Arrok screamed "Orcs!". Women, children, and elders, all slaughtered 🪦 . A battle must have taken place not long ago. A bloodbath🩸 rather.
Food, clothes, treasures, all remain; nothing was raided. However, the only thing that missing was.. Drizzt's scimitar. Arrok noticed tracks 👣 from the hut 🛖 leading down the mountain. Grakon wields his great sword 🗡 and commanded everyone to gather their weapons 🗡 🛡 🪓 🏹 . Ready for battle, they headed down the mountain 🏔 . Seeking to avenge the death of their tribe, they followed the tracks of the orcs 👣 . It's going to be a long night Farfar thought to himself.
The Trek 🌑
After hours⏳ of tracking, they noticed fresh tracks diverged into two separate paths. "They are very near..", exclaimed Arrok. Angry and thirst for revenge, the group split, eager to slaughter every one of those orcs. They agreed to meet back at the split point before the next dawn.
Of the of twenty-ish Goliaths, Grakon and half of the Goliath soldiers headed east ➡️ while Arrok, Farfar, and the remaining headed west ⬅️ .
Orcs! ⚔️
Tracking in the dark, wet and muddy, surrounded by trees that covered the moon light. Arrok stops and looks puzzled. "The footprints 👣 are all over the place.". Where to next? Then suddenly, dozens of arrows fly towards them, wounding many of the Goliaths. An arrow pierces Arrok on his left shoulder and he screams, "It's an ambush! Take cover!". A horde of orcs 👹 shrieks loudly and charges out of the trees, swarming the clan.
Farfar rages 😡 (and roars), walks toward two pitiful orcs, and cleaves them both with his great axe 🪓 . Arrok fires arrow after arrow 🏹, taking out the orcs faster than they can emerge. After much casualties on both sides, victory to the Arakai. The orcs flee in terror and disappear into the gloomy forest 🌳 .
Last of the Arakai
Arrok and Farfar are the only survivors. Wounded, bloody, and fatigue 🤕 . "We must warn the others.."
They rushed back east while staying cautious of their surrounding. As they reach far east enough, they see corpses scattered everywhere, Goliaths and mostly orcs . A mortally wounded Goliath uttered "They took Grakon...". He raises his arm trying to point towards a direction ☝🏻, but instead, his arm flailed to the ground. Death consumes him ☠️ . "Curse the orcs!", Arrok yelled angrily!
And before Arrok has a chance to speak another word, foam spewed out of his mouth 🤢 . He vomits endlessly 🤮 . He drops his bow 🏹 and falls onto one knee, and then both knees🧎🏻♂️ .. In agony and pain 😫 , he presses onto his left shoulder. Wailing and convulsing, he collapsed to his side. Movement ceased, eyes shut, and then silence. That arrow was tipped with poison 🦠 .
Farfar is alone🚶🏻. Hungry and exhausted, a missing mysterious relic at the cost of his entire clan, Grakon taken alive, a single Goliath hopeless against a horde of orcs, what shall he do next? Getting food 🍗 and rest 💤 would be the first thing, he thought to himself 💡. He heads toward the nearest port town 🛶 🏘 . And thus, his journey begins...