Post by grrsh on Feb 6, 2007 17:02:18 GMT -5
Grrsh grew up the strongest and the smartest of his father’s sons. As a result of his human blood, he bore the hatred of his fellow tribe members. Remembering only fragments of his mother from an early age, he trained night and day to be accepted among his peers. He practiced warfare daily until such a time that his prowess would bring him to his first battle. When the day finally came, his father Grunggish marched with him to the front of the army. They were on there way to take back there lands from the dwarfs, whom had started a new mine there. Grrsh preyed for a blood.
As they approached, the army knew something was amiss. There were no dwarfs at all to be found protecting there new home. Curious, they walked deeper and deeper into the mines. When the army had walked entirely into the caves, the dwarfs shed there illusions. Coming from every wall, crack and crevice, the Orcs were overwhelmed. Grrsh was the first to see there leader, smirking to himself in the entrance of the caves; A great old dwarf, chanting secrets of the arcane under his breath. Shouting to his father, he charged the old mystic. He was thrown aside by the Dwarfs magicks. Dazed and confused, Grrsh heard the Dwarf started to chant another spell, one that Grrsh felt creeping into his skull... the words whispering there evil intentions...
"Rise... kill... Grunggish..."
As the words repeated, Grrsh found himself walking towards his father. Seeing him unarmed, Grunggish handed Grrsh his prized hand-axe, an heirloom from his father. Grrsh could not stop himself; the whispers kept circling his brain. After his father had turned, Grrsh felt his arms swing...
The next thing Grrsh knew, he was running from that awful battle. How could he have ever wanted this? Grrsh could not stop thinking of his father, dead by his own hands. Remembering the only other person he could think of that had ever loved him, Grrsh ran for his mother. Blinded by his thoughts, and desperate to escape the enchantment, Grrsh tripped... something not advisable in the northern mountains.
Grrsh cannot remember any of that now. He spends his days wondering why in the briefest of moments, between dreams and reality, he feels so burdened. There is something he must do... someone he must find. Whom could he have traveled so far for?
As they approached, the army knew something was amiss. There were no dwarfs at all to be found protecting there new home. Curious, they walked deeper and deeper into the mines. When the army had walked entirely into the caves, the dwarfs shed there illusions. Coming from every wall, crack and crevice, the Orcs were overwhelmed. Grrsh was the first to see there leader, smirking to himself in the entrance of the caves; A great old dwarf, chanting secrets of the arcane under his breath. Shouting to his father, he charged the old mystic. He was thrown aside by the Dwarfs magicks. Dazed and confused, Grrsh heard the Dwarf started to chant another spell, one that Grrsh felt creeping into his skull... the words whispering there evil intentions...
"Rise... kill... Grunggish..."
As the words repeated, Grrsh found himself walking towards his father. Seeing him unarmed, Grunggish handed Grrsh his prized hand-axe, an heirloom from his father. Grrsh could not stop himself; the whispers kept circling his brain. After his father had turned, Grrsh felt his arms swing...
The next thing Grrsh knew, he was running from that awful battle. How could he have ever wanted this? Grrsh could not stop thinking of his father, dead by his own hands. Remembering the only other person he could think of that had ever loved him, Grrsh ran for his mother. Blinded by his thoughts, and desperate to escape the enchantment, Grrsh tripped... something not advisable in the northern mountains.
Grrsh cannot remember any of that now. He spends his days wondering why in the briefest of moments, between dreams and reality, he feels so burdened. There is something he must do... someone he must find. Whom could he have traveled so far for?