As the moon rose, darkness crawled over Dunland. Torches were lit all across the Dunbog along the path out to the Starkmoor, only one place did not have freckles of orange light and that is Lhan Colvarn, the Doom-Village. An old settlement of the Boar-Clan, though now just home to diseased orcs and trolls. The culling of the boars felt like only yesterday as Pren looked out upon the darkness in the corner of the Dunbog..
A few moons back now, before Pren went on his journey to Bree-Lands, the old-man offered the Boar-Clan a deal to become a clan under his control; like the Dragon, Falcon and Ox Clans. Though the Turch-Brenin said no, and so the old-man decided to have them gone. Word spread through Dunland quickly and four clans readied themselves for a fight!
It started with the falcons and the dragons.. the swiftest men in the lightest of clothes were sent to steal livestock from the Boar-Clan and even a few women if they could get them. As the sun was starting to set on that evening, a group of close to twenty men were carrying small animals and a few women on their shoulders as they ran as fast as they could down a small valley with trees and bushes on each side. Following these men were a group of farmers and warriors with axes drawn and shouts being let out as wives and mothers were taken along with a prized boar!
Shouts were raised as the boar warriors entered into the valley and javelins were thrown down, hitting the men in the sides and legs and making them fall. The ones behind them tripping over into a small pile before they all stood and looked out at the calm looking trees. A roar was heard from a bush before many men in furs jumped out! Falcons and Dragons alike they ran down with axes ready and spears pointed outwards! Pren was among them as they charged down into the group of boars.
Bodies clashed into each other and blood was spilt as axes and swords dug their way into the rival clans! All the warriors had turned to face the host that was pushed against them, their backs left undefended.. and from there it was the second group of Dragons and Falcons came from! Slamming into the back of the boars they were sandwiched and before long the last of the boars fell though there was a great struggle to bring him down! Whipping at them with chains and slamming clubs into them but he soon fell along with the others. The Falcon and the Dragon have done their part..
The Ox-Clan was next, they ran through the village with axe, rope and torch. They ran through the village and killed any who tried to kill them, captured any who tried to run and burnt the old straw tops of the houses. As the next sun rose, there were few Boars left in Dunland who still had a free will. Others were kept as slaves and workers. Their old home was taken by sick orcs who had been castaway from the others in the lands because of it. The boars are gone..
