Day 11 of the 12th Month, Year 31
Today I gathered the tribe for a hunt into Stormheim to replenish our dwindling stocks. We mounted up fairly quickly and ventured from our perch on the side of one of Highmountain's mountains and went down into Stormheim. It is a beautiful place marred by harsh and bad memories of our times in Hyrdshal, events I'd soon rather forget than remember. But today wasn't a time for me to be lost in the past. I must focus on feeding my people.
As we journeyed into Stormheim, we came across what seemed to be a sizable herd of what the natives call "Runehorn" yaks. The bull of the group was more than willing to defended his herd and soon charged our hunting party. We engaged the herd, and injured them enough to cause them to turn tail and retreat. We soon followed after, not allowing our game to get away.
Soon enough, we chased the herd of Runehorn down further into Stormheim, where the bull took his last stand along with those who would fight in his herd. In a way, I connected with the bull. He was exactly like me in every way there was, even to the point of giving his own life to preserve those of his family. I would do much the same for mine if it came to it, and without a moment's notice. However, the bull's end came sooner than mine, and he soon fell, giving his death call. The area grew silent, save for the patter of rain on foliage and armor. I said a mental prayer to the Earth Mother for the bounty she gave us, and a word of thanks to the bull for giving his body to feed mine.
We spent a few moments procuring our game and tying them to our mounts to carry them home. However it seemed that the Runehorn were not all that was in store for our tribe. Varooc, our tribe's Spiritwalker, sensed something ominous on the winds before I did and it seemed his feelings was right. Out of the brush jumped several Vykrul, their faces painted for war and armed with weapons. Left with no choice but to defend ourselves, we engaged. As the Earth Mother would have it, we thankfully defeated the Vykrul group, leaving one alive. He attempted to sound a horn to call for reinforcements, and thankfully only got half a call out before Sotari silenced him. Unconscious, he was placed on the back of my Kodo and with sister Sotari behind me, I called for a retreat to Spiritwatch Post.
Once we arrived, we could hear a call of a large dragon, thankfully we had avoided having to fight. However, we had injured to attend to, and they mattered before the game or our prisoner. As I worked on my sister, I heard the Vykrul behind us wake. Angered, I stood, grabbing an axe from my tribe brother, I hit the Vykrul hard enough to knock him unconscious to drag him into the cave. Not too many were happy with how I treated him, but they do not understand what we faced as their guests. What I did to this Dyrin Stormhammer was miles kinder than his people did to me and my own. At the behest of Cataharon, I left the Vykrul alone and left the cave as I could not stomach being there any longer. It's time to prepare to defend my people.