The Reunion (Closed w/Greeneyeddaughter)
A loud screech pierced the air. It was a pained, angry sound. Deep in the Ordonian woods, in a clearing just big enough to fit the Helmaroc King, the massive bird was struggling for his life.
The ambush had been completely unexpected. The bird didn't know why they were here, but almost as soon as he'd landed in this clearing to rest and sun himself, a group of men had attacked him. Their ambush had been well coordinated. Even though helm could have killed them easily, they had the element of surprise on their side.
It wasn't much of a fight. Before the Helmaroc King could fight them off or escape, a massive net had been thrown over him. While some of the men distracted the bird by poking him with spears or slashing at his feathers with pointed swords, other men tied down the ends of the net to nearby sturdy trees.
The Helmaroc King tried to spread his wings and take off, but the tightened net kept him from taking off. The men around him jeered and hollered at him, but the bird could not move close enough to attack them. And even though the men still prodded the bird with their spears, the Helmaroc King could not frighten them off, no matter how loudly he shrieked.
It had been a mistake to come here. The Helmaroc King knew that. A former friend lived close to this area, and by deciding to come here, he'd risked seeing her again. He wondered if that was why he came- on the off chance he might meet her. but whether that was true or not, he was in worse trouble than meeting a former friend. Dead or alive, Helmarocs sold for incredible amounts of money. Whether someone wanted his feathers for decorations or his flesh for a meal, the bird knew he was in trouble.