Post by bhagavat on Jul 11, 2022 13:19:03 GMT -5
"You no call me Dumdum. Family sees? Yus, Bam some calls me, but I likes Bambam." I had just given a somewhat large amount of gold to a dwarf named Thor, and now awaited a new weapon... a dwarven steel warhammer made overly large. Not a well-balanced hammer, but mine didn't need to be. My mind drifts off... half aware, daydreaming, a very young Bam sat huddled in the large back room, their bedroom. I didn't like folk nearby knowing I was home, alone. I couldn't do nothing and took up a training routine I could do in there using my fists. I wasn't very creative in my boxing training, but the work began to build muscle on my tall wiry form. Mums told me not to go anywhere alone. She had made games for certain things, like throwing small rock, which changed into darts, and knives as I grew. Mums was a fighter in her own way, and gaves me stuff to practice with. Remembering how long its been since I had starting throwing rocks, I gently shook my head.
My skin a dark mottled green and brown didn't get me many chances as I grew up. Half-orcs that mixed well with 'civilized' folk usually favored human facial traits more... even small to no tusks. Few new me outside of Arabel, and actually, few new me in Arabel. My mums had tried to keep me entertained too, reading stories tos me. Is have little social.. erm.. grace?... anyways, I plain speaker.
As a young teen, I would sneak off closer to the encamped Orc tribes there and try to hide and watch them, I was curious. I knew a little Orcish, my Mums had wanted me to understand it at least and had paid for me to hear it whens I was young. I knows it good enough.
Hearing some Orcish grunts, I crouched and listened, trying to understand. I did this until I was almost of age, 18. I learned to speak it well enough, though I couldn't read it... or anything for that matter.
"Stupid, goblin faced......" one small Orc said to another.
"What? Stupa gobo face." It exclaimed in anger. "Yous chin weak. Look... I break. Da nose... nose. It broke, real broke."
The small and larger orc stood facing each other, staring angrily, gnashing their teeth. Then, frowning, I, Bambam Dumdum got rudely interrupted by a dwarf shoving an overly large hammer in my face.
"Hey!" The dwarf, Thor was shouting for my attention. I came to my senses and smiled broadly. "It's a ting of booty. Well dun Thor. Yous take gud care of me." I said, accepting and paying for the well-made dwarfish steel large warhammer.
Walking off admiring the warhammer, I, Bam, belches a very long time, and then... farts a high-pitched peep right at the end. I breifly thought the fart was impressively timed before being drawn into the new large warhammer. We all had our hobbies.
My skin a dark mottled green and brown didn't get me many chances as I grew up. Half-orcs that mixed well with 'civilized' folk usually favored human facial traits more... even small to no tusks. Few new me outside of Arabel, and actually, few new me in Arabel. My mums had tried to keep me entertained too, reading stories tos me. Is have little social.. erm.. grace?... anyways, I plain speaker.
As a young teen, I would sneak off closer to the encamped Orc tribes there and try to hide and watch them, I was curious. I knew a little Orcish, my Mums had wanted me to understand it at least and had paid for me to hear it whens I was young. I knows it good enough.
Hearing some Orcish grunts, I crouched and listened, trying to understand. I did this until I was almost of age, 18. I learned to speak it well enough, though I couldn't read it... or anything for that matter.
"Stupid, goblin faced......" one small Orc said to another.
"What? Stupa gobo face." It exclaimed in anger. "Yous chin weak. Look... I break. Da nose... nose. It broke, real broke."
The small and larger orc stood facing each other, staring angrily, gnashing their teeth. Then, frowning, I, Bambam Dumdum got rudely interrupted by a dwarf shoving an overly large hammer in my face.
"Hey!" The dwarf, Thor was shouting for my attention. I came to my senses and smiled broadly. "It's a ting of booty. Well dun Thor. Yous take gud care of me." I said, accepting and paying for the well-made dwarfish steel large warhammer.
Walking off admiring the warhammer, I, Bam, belches a very long time, and then... farts a high-pitched peep right at the end. I breifly thought the fart was impressively timed before being drawn into the new large warhammer. We all had our hobbies.