"Tiny pieces fall together, tiny pieces fall apart, there is no shame to loose your heart.
You have lost something you never had and never will, circumstance has taken all, before a chance of doing ill.
And here, alone, you find yourself, ready, waiting, but there is nothing you can do."
"I is both, I is nothing, the curses of both, the failing of both and hate of all... Hated by dem all."
"What are we worth if we are worth nothing to ourselves.
Build something, make something great and they will join you, they will raise their blades when you cry. They will follow you to the end and they will fall with you."
"But I is weak and I is dumb...."
"Hush, you are only weaker than one and you are only dumber than the other."
"But I needs you!"
"That is not your decision child. Remember well how we are taken from each other, I will be always with you. Go now, find your father."
"NO! They...they is worse! They will hurt and be bad!"
"They will make you strong."
Vorgazar fell into his mothers arms and shed the last tears he would ever be feeling enough to weep.
"They are coming, you must go! quick!"
His mother pulled a fur around his shoulders and tied a scarf around his face. A tear dripped from her cheek as Vorgazar defiantly pulled the scarf away. For the first time, she saw anger in his eyes, an unhuman anger. She knew he was ready to fight for her, but it was not his time yet, he was too young, they would kill him too.
"Run!"
The sounds of heavy boots padding through the snow accelerated towards the tent. Outside someone shouted and then the side of the tent caved in. The shine of steel cut through leather in the candle light, for a second, before Vorgazar saw his mother’s body swept forward towards him by the axe blow that cut through the fur wall behind her.
For a moment all was quiet all was dark. Almost comfortable.
The sound of a breath exhaled from his mother’s corpse. His hand slid between the rug floor and the fallen tent until it reached her hair. Vorgazar's face creased up in pain, in fear, in readiness and then...
The tent was swept up, cold air rushed over the boy and the white sun burned into his eyes. A scream, a thud. Vorgazar found himself floating for a moment then landed in the snow. His head began to throb, the salty taste of blood in his mouth, a warm feeling trickled through his nose.
His eyes tried to focus on the dizzy, double image of one of the tribe running toward him. His axe raised, ready to sweep down upon the boy. A huge man, likely three times the boys height and wide enough to cast a shadow blotting out the sun.
For a second the glare of the sky was extinguished. Vorgazar rolled sideways, the greataxe sunk deep into the snow behind him.
"Orc-blood!!!"
"Kill It!"
"Don't let it get away!"
All around, others ran towards Vorgazar. He rolled again dodging a stamp of the barbarian’s heavy boot.
The axe ripped from the snow tearing with it a trail of dark earth from beneath.
Vorgazar's boot found the man's crotch right as the great axe reached it's zenith. One kick wasn't enough, twice more the boy pounded the full strength of his right leg into the man's groin. The axe fell sideways and hit the snow, the barbarian fell forward grabbing at the boys legs as he scuttled backwards and to his feet.
Vorgazar ran, he ran faster then any human child. The fur around his shoulders came loose and blew away in the wind. Five years old and rippling muscles that a human of five times his age would have earned only from a life of back breaking work and battle.
Arrows hissed past him through he air. One cracked against the back of his head. The hard metal tip bounced from the thickened bone of the half-orc's skull. His body twisted a little following the redirection of his gaze, his pace unaffected. A second arrow burst from his young, green chest. Vorgazar screamed, his scream turned into a roar and he hurled himself forward, forward into the air. From the tip of the mountain the boy leaped throwing himself into the winds, into silence.
The glacier shone white below him and the mountains rose above. He fell and fell, the feeling of nothing below his feet. His stomach rose and sunk all at once, it seemed to never end. He closed his eyes and thought of his mothers words.
It was all so clear now.
He did not want to die yet... Death was not ready for him.
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The yellow glow of morning grew upon the horizon. The night winds died away and a light frosty mist ran like water down over the glacier.
The broken body of a young boy lay motionless, sunken into the snow by force of impact. From his back protruded the shaft of an arrow, black crow feathers indicating the tribe from which the arrow had been crafted.
Near a day and a night the body had lain, motionless, cold and frozen in the snow. It was spring and there had been no fresh snow to cover him. The sound of dripping water echoed from the nearby cliff face. Icicles dripped from stony platforms into small pools in the rockface beneath them, the only sound audible in this immense and desolate place.
Far above, the cry of a bird of prey rang out. Minutes later the flap of wings and then the drum like crunch of hopping feet across the snow. The bird stood for a moment and stared down at the child’s back. Its eyes severe and unblinking. It turned it's head and looked up and down the glacier, thinking, contemplating.
After a moment it looked down towards the ground, craning it's neck and stretching it's wings out across the snow. It's torso bulged, it's back twisted and bones popped and moved inside the birds body. Feathers fell from the creature and it's pimpled skin turned a deep turquoise. Wings became clawed hands and the bird morphed into a humanoid form, bent on all fours.
The orc shaman heaved himself up, and stood tall, stretching his arms wide. Vertebrae cracked in sequence along the length of his back and the remnants of a beak became tusks and an upturned gorilla like nose. Tattoos of worgs, dragons, orc like shapes and all manner of strange creatures covered his arms and chest. His frame was thin for an orc, but very tall. His muscles defined and well toned. Crouching down again and with one pronounced gesture he reached down and wrapped five digits around the young boy’s cranium.
Exuding a slight hiss of breath he ripped the child’s face from the snow and twisted it's head around staring right into Vorgazar's eyes, nose to nose. The boys face was still, unmoving, his eyes wide open, almost shocked looking.
The shaman, ugly as he was, pulled an expression akin to a smile. He opened his mouth wide and triumphantly expressed, "Hah!"
Reaching around the boy's back he gripped the arrow hold and ripped it from the body. His eyes remained locked on the deathly gaze of the boy.
As he did so Vorgazar lurched slightly, a breath exhaled and blood burst from his mouth over the shaman's face.
"Boogah chakruu gushnik Khal!"
The words echoed into the silence of the glacier, ice moved in the mountains above and a cracking sound echoed below, deep under the ice.
"Ha Ha Ha Haaaa! Gamussh, shaguussh Managanaa....!"
The shaman muttered and threw Vorgazar back down, almost carelessly.
He stood tall again and paced back and forwards, nodding and pacing, pacing and nodding, strutting with his arms held out at his sides in some kind of gesture, as if he was being observed by an onlooking crowd of supporters.
No-one watched, no-one it seemed, but perhaps the shaman knew better. Perhaps he performed to his gods, perhaps he was simply mad and performed to some imaginary crowd.
He rubbed a hand over the top of his enlarged bald head and down over his broad and grotesque face then without warning burst into motion, insanely he dived and bounded over the boy's body.
"Gabbu Gabbu! Bagru Ashabu naaah..." The shaman’s voice trailed off into a croak.
He threw a handful of snow on Vorgazar's face all of a sudden. Vorgazar's eye looked through the spattering of snow and moved meeting the eyes of the shaman.
Again the shaman smiled. He bent down calmly this time, placing one hand on each wound, entry and exit, made by the arrow.
Ribs crunched and popped back into place and dislocated shoulders and hips made loud snapping noises as they re-hinged themselves. Vorgazar broke into fits of hysterical laughing and screaming from the pain.
The shaman stood up and removed his hands. The wounds on the boy's back and front were now closed. He stood silent as he watched Vorgazar scramble across the snow in crazy fits of pain, coughing blood in all directions, grabbing at his knees and head chaotically. Finally he came to rest collapsing again in a heap.
Vorgazar lay still once more, exhausted perhaps terrified. He closed his eyes and waited...
He felt hot breath in his face and the nudge of a large warm nose in his ear. He turned and looked up, into the face of a gigantic white bear.
The bear opened it's mouth wide, wide enough to engulf half of Vorgazar's body in a single bite. His eyes widened in terror as he looked in at the bear's tonsils and went deaf at the roar that followed.
The broken body of a young boy lay motionless, sunken into the snow by force of impact. From his back protruded the shaft of an arrow, black crow feathers indicating the tribe from which the arrow had been crafted.
Near a day and a night the body had lain, motionless, cold and frozen in the snow. It was spring and there had been no fresh snow to cover him. The sound of dripping water echoed from the nearby cliff face. Icicles dripped from stony platforms into small pools in the rockface beneath them, the only sound audible in this immense and desolate place.
Far above, the cry of a bird of prey rang out. Minutes later the flap of wings and then the drum like crunch of hopping feet across the snow. The bird stood for a moment and stared down at the child’s back. Its eyes severe and unblinking. It turned it's head and looked up and down the glacier, thinking, contemplating.
After a moment it looked down towards the ground, craning it's neck and stretching it's wings out across the snow. It's torso bulged, it's back twisted and bones popped and moved inside the birds body. Feathers fell from the creature and it's pimpled skin turned a deep turquoise. Wings became clawed hands and the bird morphed into a humanoid form, bent on all fours.
The orc shaman heaved himself up, and stood tall, stretching his arms wide. Vertebrae cracked in sequence along the length of his back and the remnants of a beak became tusks and an upturned gorilla like nose. Tattoos of worgs, dragons, orc like shapes and all manner of strange creatures covered his arms and chest. His frame was thin for an orc, but very tall. His muscles defined and well toned. Crouching down again and with one pronounced gesture he reached down and wrapped five digits around the young boy’s cranium.
Exuding a slight hiss of breath he ripped the child’s face from the snow and twisted it's head around staring right into Vorgazar's eyes, nose to nose. The boys face was still, unmoving, his eyes wide open, almost shocked looking.
The shaman, ugly as he was, pulled an expression akin to a smile. He opened his mouth wide and triumphantly expressed, "Hah!"
Reaching around the boy's back he gripped the arrow hold and ripped it from the body. His eyes remained locked on the deathly gaze of the boy.
As he did so Vorgazar lurched slightly, a breath exhaled and blood burst from his mouth over the shaman's face.
"Boogah chakruu gushnik Khal!"
The words echoed into the silence of the glacier, ice moved in the mountains above and a cracking sound echoed below, deep under the ice.
"Ha Ha Ha Haaaa! Gamussh, shaguussh Managanaa....!"
The shaman muttered and threw Vorgazar back down, almost carelessly.
He stood tall again and paced back and forwards, nodding and pacing, pacing and nodding, strutting with his arms held out at his sides in some kind of gesture, as if he was being observed by an onlooking crowd of supporters.
No-one watched, no-one it seemed, but perhaps the shaman knew better. Perhaps he performed to his gods, perhaps he was simply mad and performed to some imaginary crowd.
He rubbed a hand over the top of his enlarged bald head and down over his broad and grotesque face then without warning burst into motion, insanely he dived and bounded over the boy's body.
"Gabbu Gabbu! Bagru Ashabu naaah..." The shaman’s voice trailed off into a croak.
He threw a handful of snow on Vorgazar's face all of a sudden. Vorgazar's eye looked through the spattering of snow and moved meeting the eyes of the shaman.
Again the shaman smiled. He bent down calmly this time, placing one hand on each wound, entry and exit, made by the arrow.
Ribs crunched and popped back into place and dislocated shoulders and hips made loud snapping noises as they re-hinged themselves. Vorgazar broke into fits of hysterical laughing and screaming from the pain.
The shaman stood up and removed his hands. The wounds on the boy's back and front were now closed. He stood silent as he watched Vorgazar scramble across the snow in crazy fits of pain, coughing blood in all directions, grabbing at his knees and head chaotically. Finally he came to rest collapsing again in a heap.
Vorgazar lay still once more, exhausted perhaps terrified. He closed his eyes and waited...
He felt hot breath in his face and the nudge of a large warm nose in his ear. He turned and looked up, into the face of a gigantic white bear.
The bear opened it's mouth wide, wide enough to engulf half of Vorgazar's body in a single bite. His eyes widened in terror as he looked in at the bear's tonsils and went deaf at the roar that followed.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Now that, is some awesome Northland writing. Very well done, sir!
Zyrus Meynolt: [Party] For the record, if this somehow blows up in our faces and I die, I want a raiseSwift wrote: Permadeath is only permadeath when the PCs wallet is empty.
<Castano>: danielnm - can you blame them?
<danielmn>: Yes,
<danielmn>: Easily.
"And in this twilight....our choices seal our fate"
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Vorgazar lay forwards on the bear’s great back. His fingers sank deep into the thick fur of it's neck, holding on tight.
They had been trekking north east along the cliff edge all morning. Now they found themselves on more level ground, out in the open. The couple left a trail of prints in the white desert behind them seemingly stretching back forever and yet in the massive expanse, seemingly they were but a speck, nothing.
The sun was bright and for the first time in many months, warm. Vorgazar felt the soft fur of the bear beneath him and the warmth of the sun on his back and for a while almost forgot it was an orc on that back of which he was getting so comfortable.
The bear barked a little, a sort of bellowing grumble, nodding towards the forest covered mountain side looming to the north east. Vorgazar looked up.
He'd seen this place before. The tribe had passed through the forests a couple of times.
The bear shrugged suddenly, throwing him to the ground. He pulled himself up spitting snow and stumbling on his weakened legs. Once again the shaman walked in his orc form. His back was to the boy, he walked on seemingly expecting of Vorgazar to follow.
"Bahgt'oor Guush... gusssh.... guh! ....usssshh....."
He held his right arm up at shoulder height making a patting downward gesture
Vorgazar mustered his strength and hobbled forward crouching. If it was to attempt to conceal himself it was a useless gesture. The two of them stood like a pair of dirty green blotches in the great open in a field of pure whiteness that lay infront of the forest edge more then a mile away.
The shaman surveyed the trees in the distance. Vorgazar's stomach clenched. He didn't know if it was hunger or his anxiety over meeting the orcs. He reached up touching his flattened nose and the two pointy little tusks that protruded up over his top lip.
His anxiety was misplaced though. The shaman was not spotting orcs.
"Grrah!"
"What? What is it?"
The shaman turned and looked at Vorgazar sharply as he spoke in human words. His face grimaced and he stared hard for a moment.
The orc hocked in the back of his throat then clenched his jaw. A sharp snort and from his upturned nose spat forth a blast of mucus, out and into the snow.
He stood tall and raised his arm, one finger pointed out towards the forest in the distance.
"Huumanz."
Vorgazar looked squinted his eyes and looked hard at the tree line. At first he saw nothing and then he saw smoke rising from the trees. He focused on the area the smoke was rising from and then he saw what he knew was the tribe.
The orc stood motionless, obviously it had not planned on this. Vorgazar watched and waited. The orc reached back under it's loincloth and scratched at it's arse. After a minute or so the shaman turned around and shrugged.
"Na!"
He pointed to the ground, nodded lots and then repeated the gesture multiple times.
"Na!"
Vorgazar nodded frequently showing understanding but the shaman kept pointing to the ground and nodding.
"Na!"
Probably more used to half brained orcs that never did as they were told, he seemed to be trying to make the point over and over.
Then with a burst of feathers the shaman was gone. A bird flying away toward the forest. Vorgazar waited, stood alone in the snow watching the sun falling towards the west. Above him Selune was becoming visible. Twilight was setting in.
He stood watching the mountain ahead, occasionally turning and looking out at the eerie white snow field growing dark behind him.
He shivered and watched the tree line and as he watched the tree line it became apparent that he had been spotted.
They had been trekking north east along the cliff edge all morning. Now they found themselves on more level ground, out in the open. The couple left a trail of prints in the white desert behind them seemingly stretching back forever and yet in the massive expanse, seemingly they were but a speck, nothing.
The sun was bright and for the first time in many months, warm. Vorgazar felt the soft fur of the bear beneath him and the warmth of the sun on his back and for a while almost forgot it was an orc on that back of which he was getting so comfortable.
The bear barked a little, a sort of bellowing grumble, nodding towards the forest covered mountain side looming to the north east. Vorgazar looked up.
He'd seen this place before. The tribe had passed through the forests a couple of times.
The bear shrugged suddenly, throwing him to the ground. He pulled himself up spitting snow and stumbling on his weakened legs. Once again the shaman walked in his orc form. His back was to the boy, he walked on seemingly expecting of Vorgazar to follow.
"Bahgt'oor Guush... gusssh.... guh! ....usssshh....."
He held his right arm up at shoulder height making a patting downward gesture
Vorgazar mustered his strength and hobbled forward crouching. If it was to attempt to conceal himself it was a useless gesture. The two of them stood like a pair of dirty green blotches in the great open in a field of pure whiteness that lay infront of the forest edge more then a mile away.
The shaman surveyed the trees in the distance. Vorgazar's stomach clenched. He didn't know if it was hunger or his anxiety over meeting the orcs. He reached up touching his flattened nose and the two pointy little tusks that protruded up over his top lip.
His anxiety was misplaced though. The shaman was not spotting orcs.
"Grrah!"
"What? What is it?"
The shaman turned and looked at Vorgazar sharply as he spoke in human words. His face grimaced and he stared hard for a moment.
The orc hocked in the back of his throat then clenched his jaw. A sharp snort and from his upturned nose spat forth a blast of mucus, out and into the snow.
He stood tall and raised his arm, one finger pointed out towards the forest in the distance.
"Huumanz."
Vorgazar looked squinted his eyes and looked hard at the tree line. At first he saw nothing and then he saw smoke rising from the trees. He focused on the area the smoke was rising from and then he saw what he knew was the tribe.
The orc stood motionless, obviously it had not planned on this. Vorgazar watched and waited. The orc reached back under it's loincloth and scratched at it's arse. After a minute or so the shaman turned around and shrugged.
"Na!"
He pointed to the ground, nodded lots and then repeated the gesture multiple times.
"Na!"
Vorgazar nodded frequently showing understanding but the shaman kept pointing to the ground and nodding.
"Na!"
Probably more used to half brained orcs that never did as they were told, he seemed to be trying to make the point over and over.
Then with a burst of feathers the shaman was gone. A bird flying away toward the forest. Vorgazar waited, stood alone in the snow watching the sun falling towards the west. Above him Selune was becoming visible. Twilight was setting in.
He stood watching the mountain ahead, occasionally turning and looking out at the eerie white snow field growing dark behind him.
He shivered and watched the tree line and as he watched the tree line it became apparent that he had been spotted.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
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A group of men headed out from the trees. They walked towards him, still far away but they were coming. Vorgazar knew who it would be. If it is was his tribe it would be the same men who killed his mother and the same men who didn't want his sort around.
He swallowed hard and looked at the trees. Perhaps if he ran towards the trees but at an angle away from the party he could pass them.... he knew he had no chance. He looked back behind him. There was no way he could survive out there alone in the wilderness, he also knew they would follow and get him in the end.
The orc wanted him to wait, the orc had also left him alone before the men had come out of the forest towards him.
He whimpered a little and watched as they grew nearer.
Perhaps a mile away now.
He could see their bows in their hands, he could see the swords and axes strung across their backs.
Vorgazar knelt to one knee and stood up again, panicking. What would he say?
Panic hit him and he bolted running directly west horizontal to the mountain not away from the men but perhaps he might be able to throw them and get around them and up into the forest further along. Tears began to run from his eyes. He knew he wouldn't make it and they would get him, but it was the only thing he could think of.
He heard shouts and looked north seeing the men begin to run towards him. He kept the pace as best he could but already his legs weakened and in the sheer greatness of the mountain it seemed his running took him nowhere.
Vorgazar collapsed into the snow. It was useless. They drew closer now. He looked up as the first of the men closed in. He was huge, almost a giant. He threw down his bow as he bounded through the snow only meters now from the boy. His long black hair flailed up and down as he stampeded towards the terrified child. Vorgazar stood up. He didn't know why but it mattered not.
It was like falling again.
Everything became slow, the presence of the man drew near and the smell of the fur and leathers, sweat and oil. He could even smell the steel of the axe strapped to the man's back. All in that tiny instant before he felt himself hit by the hair and leather and muscle. Vorgazar saw elbow and bracer, he felt the snow hit the back of his head. The weight of the barbarian was on his face, he struggled a moment but there was another thud in the chaos and then he relaxed, everything turned black. All he could feel was the strained thud of his heart within his chest and he wondered if this was the end.
He swallowed hard and looked at the trees. Perhaps if he ran towards the trees but at an angle away from the party he could pass them.... he knew he had no chance. He looked back behind him. There was no way he could survive out there alone in the wilderness, he also knew they would follow and get him in the end.
The orc wanted him to wait, the orc had also left him alone before the men had come out of the forest towards him.
He whimpered a little and watched as they grew nearer.
Perhaps a mile away now.
He could see their bows in their hands, he could see the swords and axes strung across their backs.
Vorgazar knelt to one knee and stood up again, panicking. What would he say?
Panic hit him and he bolted running directly west horizontal to the mountain not away from the men but perhaps he might be able to throw them and get around them and up into the forest further along. Tears began to run from his eyes. He knew he wouldn't make it and they would get him, but it was the only thing he could think of.
He heard shouts and looked north seeing the men begin to run towards him. He kept the pace as best he could but already his legs weakened and in the sheer greatness of the mountain it seemed his running took him nowhere.
Vorgazar collapsed into the snow. It was useless. They drew closer now. He looked up as the first of the men closed in. He was huge, almost a giant. He threw down his bow as he bounded through the snow only meters now from the boy. His long black hair flailed up and down as he stampeded towards the terrified child. Vorgazar stood up. He didn't know why but it mattered not.
It was like falling again.
Everything became slow, the presence of the man drew near and the smell of the fur and leathers, sweat and oil. He could even smell the steel of the axe strapped to the man's back. All in that tiny instant before he felt himself hit by the hair and leather and muscle. Vorgazar saw elbow and bracer, he felt the snow hit the back of his head. The weight of the barbarian was on his face, he struggled a moment but there was another thud in the chaos and then he relaxed, everything turned black. All he could feel was the strained thud of his heart within his chest and he wondered if this was the end.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
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Vorgazar came around, he felt something at his ankles. He looked down and saw the man who had run into him tying rope around his feet.
"Cheeky little bastard is looking at me!"
A boot hit Vorgazar in the temple. He winced and grabbed at his head.
"That isn't hard enough mate. It's orc blood, the skull is thick of occount there is less in there to knock out. Yuh gotta hit it a bit arder like so."
Vorgazar felt another kick to his head, this time harder, it sent him spinning on his back away from the men. His arms took the brunt of the kick though.
"Hold it's bloody arms out the way."
"Oi, get! Let it be, we'll sort it out back at camp."
Vorgazar felt the yank of the rope and then he began to slide on the snow.
He stopped.
"Uh... what the hell am I carrying it for? You carry it."
There were sounds of disgruntled bickering and laughter followed by another kick, this time to his ribs.
Vorgazar took his hands away from his head looking at the tall figures around him and grabbed at his ribs. He could hardly breathe.
Again he started to slide in the snow as he was dragged behind.
The snow was cold and burned his back as he was pulled, but he dared not whimper or make a noise of complaint for fear of attention.
They came near the forest, the smell of pine and camp fires so familiar to Vorgazar. He almost felt like he would see his mother when they reached their destination. His eyes welled up just thinking of her now.
Tall trees rose up all around. The light dappled through the criss cross of their branches.
He dragged painfully across cold dirt, stones and pine needles. The barbarian dragging him grunted and pulled him in long violent heaves now.
"Gah ye fat little bugger, come ere!"
He reached down and grabbed Vorgazar's arm.
He stopped short and looked Vorgazar in the eye. Vorgazar looked down at his arm. His skin had become like wood, like the bark of a tree. The two of them paused, equally astonished. Then the barbarian's body dropped limply onto Vorgazar's legs.
Vorgazar felt a strong hand grab his neck and he was raised up into the air. A large crude knife stuck out between his knobbly knees and hacked down through the rope around his ankles.
"Na! Hagshut naggra Na! Ushnik Na!"
The shaman threw him back down onto the floor angrily.
"Na! Na! Na!"
He looked up at the angry orc waving it’s hands about in the air. A few coil of fire drew from the shaman’s hand back across the path behind and the whipped it forward over Vorgazar towards the angry tribesmen charging them.
Vorgazar threw himself to the side, scrambling out of the way. He saw the Shaman, run into and thrown to the ground, the flame lash still wrapped around the neck of another man. His hair set a flame and screaming. Then a flash of green and blood sprayed into Vorgazar's eyes.
He heard the guttural voices of orcs and the cold grunts of the barbarians being cut down.
He wiped his eyes and looked around. It was blurred but he saw a huge orc, furs heavy on his shoulders and a massive pole, the double head of an axe either end.
It was big, really big, bigger than any of the tribesmen Vorgazar had seen.
The orc spun, cleaving one axe head right through the waist of a charging barbarian. The man's legs lifted back with the axe and his torso spun in the air then landed face down on the floor.
The orc stepped up onto the body, slinging the weight of the double axe forwards and gripping the weapon with both hands at one end. He hurled himself up and forwards turning the weapon through the air in one wide circle. The blade on the far end orbited the orc and came about hard into the last of the barbarians as he tried to turn and run away.
The man found himself lain on the floor with an arm and half his torso missing. Vorgazar looked on at the sight of intestines and the man's lung slipping out of his chest. The orc gripped his double axe in one hand and stomped up to the body. Bursts of steam and spittle erupted from the orc’s face as it breathed, still enraged from battle.
There was a faint whine from the body and then the orc held up the man's heart in his right hand. He raised it above his head and crushed it, the blood within bursting out, dropping down over a dark green face and huge yellow tusks.
“Shakka graak! Gruumsh agatrux! Podfu! Ghazak! Gruumsh!”
Vorgazar was paralysed in fear.
To his left two other orcs hacked down repeatedly at the bodies of the two barbarians that had piled onto the shaman. Their rumbling voices laughed and bantered in satisfaction as they took the lives of the humans.
The shaman was clambering to his feet behind and the big orc was coming towards Vorgazar. His face, Vorgazar could not stop looking at his face. Where it’s right eye should be there was skin and scar tissue, but no eye.
"Cheeky little bastard is looking at me!"
A boot hit Vorgazar in the temple. He winced and grabbed at his head.
"That isn't hard enough mate. It's orc blood, the skull is thick of occount there is less in there to knock out. Yuh gotta hit it a bit arder like so."
Vorgazar felt another kick to his head, this time harder, it sent him spinning on his back away from the men. His arms took the brunt of the kick though.
"Hold it's bloody arms out the way."
"Oi, get! Let it be, we'll sort it out back at camp."
Vorgazar felt the yank of the rope and then he began to slide on the snow.
He stopped.
"Uh... what the hell am I carrying it for? You carry it."
There were sounds of disgruntled bickering and laughter followed by another kick, this time to his ribs.
Vorgazar took his hands away from his head looking at the tall figures around him and grabbed at his ribs. He could hardly breathe.
Again he started to slide in the snow as he was dragged behind.
The snow was cold and burned his back as he was pulled, but he dared not whimper or make a noise of complaint for fear of attention.
They came near the forest, the smell of pine and camp fires so familiar to Vorgazar. He almost felt like he would see his mother when they reached their destination. His eyes welled up just thinking of her now.
Tall trees rose up all around. The light dappled through the criss cross of their branches.
He dragged painfully across cold dirt, stones and pine needles. The barbarian dragging him grunted and pulled him in long violent heaves now.
"Gah ye fat little bugger, come ere!"
He reached down and grabbed Vorgazar's arm.
He stopped short and looked Vorgazar in the eye. Vorgazar looked down at his arm. His skin had become like wood, like the bark of a tree. The two of them paused, equally astonished. Then the barbarian's body dropped limply onto Vorgazar's legs.
Vorgazar felt a strong hand grab his neck and he was raised up into the air. A large crude knife stuck out between his knobbly knees and hacked down through the rope around his ankles.
"Na! Hagshut naggra Na! Ushnik Na!"
The shaman threw him back down onto the floor angrily.
"Na! Na! Na!"
He looked up at the angry orc waving it’s hands about in the air. A few coil of fire drew from the shaman’s hand back across the path behind and the whipped it forward over Vorgazar towards the angry tribesmen charging them.
Vorgazar threw himself to the side, scrambling out of the way. He saw the Shaman, run into and thrown to the ground, the flame lash still wrapped around the neck of another man. His hair set a flame and screaming. Then a flash of green and blood sprayed into Vorgazar's eyes.
He heard the guttural voices of orcs and the cold grunts of the barbarians being cut down.
He wiped his eyes and looked around. It was blurred but he saw a huge orc, furs heavy on his shoulders and a massive pole, the double head of an axe either end.
It was big, really big, bigger than any of the tribesmen Vorgazar had seen.
The orc spun, cleaving one axe head right through the waist of a charging barbarian. The man's legs lifted back with the axe and his torso spun in the air then landed face down on the floor.
The orc stepped up onto the body, slinging the weight of the double axe forwards and gripping the weapon with both hands at one end. He hurled himself up and forwards turning the weapon through the air in one wide circle. The blade on the far end orbited the orc and came about hard into the last of the barbarians as he tried to turn and run away.
The man found himself lain on the floor with an arm and half his torso missing. Vorgazar looked on at the sight of intestines and the man's lung slipping out of his chest. The orc gripped his double axe in one hand and stomped up to the body. Bursts of steam and spittle erupted from the orc’s face as it breathed, still enraged from battle.
There was a faint whine from the body and then the orc held up the man's heart in his right hand. He raised it above his head and crushed it, the blood within bursting out, dropping down over a dark green face and huge yellow tusks.
“Shakka graak! Gruumsh agatrux! Podfu! Ghazak! Gruumsh!”
Vorgazar was paralysed in fear.
To his left two other orcs hacked down repeatedly at the bodies of the two barbarians that had piled onto the shaman. Their rumbling voices laughed and bantered in satisfaction as they took the lives of the humans.
The shaman was clambering to his feet behind and the big orc was coming towards Vorgazar. His face, Vorgazar could not stop looking at his face. Where it’s right eye should be there was skin and scar tissue, but no eye.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
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I knew the minute I pushed the violence level up people would start reading. 
Such a fickle crowd....
Oh sorry where you expecting a bit more story? Ha ha ha! you'll have to wait until tonight. I'm spamming GD right now.
Such a fickle crowd....
Oh sorry where you expecting a bit more story? Ha ha ha! you'll have to wait until tonight. I'm spamming GD right now.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
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Vorgazar stood trembling before the massive orc, it's shadow blotting out what little sun could pass through the branches of the forest canopy.
As the orc came near at ferocious speed Vorgazar found himself unable to breath. The boy looked down at his legs unbelieving that they had not failed him yet. He saw the hideous gnarled toe nails of the orc as it came to stand towering above him.
Vorgazar dared to look up, his shoulders hunched in fear. For a second he saw the piggish nose of the beast above him before a blast of stinking wet steam burst into his face.
"Garrrchouck!"
The Orc dropped the wet mangled heart of the barbarian at Vorgazar's feet then wiped a bloody hand across the boy's face.
"Gorchagga anagark gazbu!"
The orc shouted to the shaman. The shaman stood up, and offered a moment to observe a couple of nasty gashes across his shoulder. He turned to look at Vorgazar then looked to the large orc beside him.
"Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Nush babbu ghazrack."
The shaman pointed to the boy. The giant orc looked down at Vorgazar again with his one remaining eye. Vorgazar stared back, and held the gaze, only long enough to learn that orc children did not make eye contact with their elders.
The orc's eye seemed to emanate a deep red for a second and then Vorgazar found himself staring at the incoming middle knuckle of a fist three times the size of his head.
As the orc came near at ferocious speed Vorgazar found himself unable to breath. The boy looked down at his legs unbelieving that they had not failed him yet. He saw the hideous gnarled toe nails of the orc as it came to stand towering above him.
Vorgazar dared to look up, his shoulders hunched in fear. For a second he saw the piggish nose of the beast above him before a blast of stinking wet steam burst into his face.
"Garrrchouck!"
The Orc dropped the wet mangled heart of the barbarian at Vorgazar's feet then wiped a bloody hand across the boy's face.
"Gorchagga anagark gazbu!"
The orc shouted to the shaman. The shaman stood up, and offered a moment to observe a couple of nasty gashes across his shoulder. He turned to look at Vorgazar then looked to the large orc beside him.
"Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Nush babbu ghazrack."
The shaman pointed to the boy. The giant orc looked down at Vorgazar again with his one remaining eye. Vorgazar stared back, and held the gaze, only long enough to learn that orc children did not make eye contact with their elders.
The orc's eye seemed to emanate a deep red for a second and then Vorgazar found himself staring at the incoming middle knuckle of a fist three times the size of his head.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
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The warmth of the sun warmed Vorgazar's face. His back was cold from the ground beneath him and as awareness returned he remembered why he was now waking and also the situation he was in.
For a moment he froze still and kept his eyes closed, in case anyone was watching him. His pointed ears twitched as he listened to the orcs nearby. Nothing made sense, it was all snorts, grunts and shouting. He could tell there were a lot of them and they were all getting rowdy about something.
The boy slipped into denial for a moment, lying still, pretending to be asleep, almost trying to be asleep. He felt the warmth of the sun on him again and smelled the scent of the pine trees about him.
The orcs were getting loud now. Vorgazar knew they must be far from the camp of the tribesmen. This is what his mother had said to do, somehow he was here, with the orcs but it was hard though. Vorgazar was afraid.
He cracked open an eye and peered one way and then the other. It was then he realised that there were orcs all around. Some females sat to one side of him. One chopped up a carcass, ungracefully throwing different parts of the body into different piles. Another stood behind her shaking a pale and humanoid shaped hide in the air whilst barking obscenely at a couple of young orcs. To Vorgazar's other side he saw the shaman and some other older looking orcs, stood around throwing bones in the snow and shaking fist and palm at the four winds. As, the shaman he knew, danced in a circle acting out some kind of story, the other old orcs scoffed and grunted moving around him. Then Vorgazar saw The big orc from the forest, sitting motionless, hair on the back of his head and in front of his ears swaying lightly in the wind and his one eye fixed upon Vorgazar, through the crowd that were listening to the shaman's story.
Vorgazar closed his squinted eye quickly. Too late, he felt the tremble in the ground that signalled the approach of the great beast, then felt a powerful grip wrap around his ankle as he was dragged suddenly and violently along the snow and into a small crowd that was soon to grow into a mass of crazed half sane spectators.
The orc towered over Vorgazar shouting aggressively. Vorgazar looked around at the other orcs. They to were all shouting and barking at each other. Some started to fight, others picked up those smaller and threw them back out of the way so that they could get to the front.
Vorgazar looked up at the big orc from the forest and cowered back down, assuming a foetal position as the orc threatened to slap him with the back of his hand.
Laughs broke out for a moment amongst the rabble and Vorgazar heard some cheering and chanting.
When he looked up, there stood a young orc, similar in size to Vorgazar, much more heavy across the shoulders, with a hunched back and less of a neck, his face was a little longer and heavily built and he was already bearing tusks similar to an adult orc. His skin was darker green like the big orc and it dawned on Vorgazar what was about to happen as the big orc from the forest waved the crowd back with sweeps of his massive arms and then pushed the young orc towards Vorgazar.
Vorgazar clambered to his knees, not fast enough. His opponent bull rushed him, elbows and knees hitting Vorgazar in the face and knocking him back over. The two boys rolled and scuffled across the snow, occasional kicks from the surrounding orcs knocking them back into the circle that had formed.
Vorgazar took a few more blows than he gave at first. It seemed the orc was unbreakable. He just wanted to get away from him, just for a second, just to gather himself.
Eventually the other boy climbed off Vorgazar and stepped back leaving him lying on the floor in the blood stained, and muddy snow.
"Shashgaa!"
The large orc cried, looking to the young orc and then pointing at Vorgazar. Vorgazar started to back away across the floor realising that the orc child was being commanded to finish him off. The look in the young orcs eyes was cold, not blood thirsty as it had been before. A nervous tension and a self convincing hate grew upon the child’s brow as he began to step back towards Vorgazar.
Then Vorgazar felt a hand upon his shoulder from the crowd behind. He looked up at the face of the shaman and then something happened. Time seemed to slow to a bare minimum pace and the shaman's eyes locked firmly into Vorgazar's, a blue glow emanating from within.
In his mind he began to see flashes, memories of himself, not seen from his own eyes. From the sky he saw himself running from the barbarians across snow, he saw himself struck by arrows and then he saw himself leap from the cliff edge and plummet a distance he could not believe he had survived.
Vorgazar looked up into the eyes of the shaman and then the shaman pulled away leaving Vorgazar’s senses only able to hear the roar of the other boy as he approached.
Vorgazar twisted and turned standing up fast. The orc boy slammed into him hard but this time Vorgazar put one foot back bracing himself. He straightened his back and pushed his chest forward, his arms ready at his sides as he held the impact and used his better posture to stand taller than the orc boy.
The orc boy bounced slightly then came back aggressively wrapping his arms around Vorgazar in a bear hug and picked him up turning around with him. As the young orc began to try and crush the half-orc boy, using only brute strength, Vorgazar's upper body and neck whipped in a snake like motion repeatedly as he slammed his forehead several times, down into the face of the orc boy.
Finding himself dropped back onto his feet, he watched the angry bloody faced boy before him stumbling back a few paces.
Vorgazar stood tall and ready. He looked his opponent in the eyes. The orc boy pushed out his chin, showing his tusks. Vorgazar copied, pushing up his smaller less visible tusks with a proud, almost orcish, snort.
For a moment the orc boy noticed the more symmetrical and perfect form that mixed human and orcish blood had offered his opponent. Vorgazar's stomach was perfectly defined, toned and framed with square shoulders. His body was hairless, not even did he have eyebrows or hair on his head at all. He was not as heavily built and seemed at first weaker but now he realised that he faced a born athlete. Vorgazar stood still watching the anger lost from his opponent and doubt crossing his face.
The half-orc's eyes shone perfect and green in the dappled light of the forest. The Orc's watched intently, some growing quiet, others chanting the fight on, in unison.
Vorgazar cocked his head a little and looked to the large orc nearby. He stared the orc in the eyes defiantly and waited. The one eyed monster looked about at the other orcs, obviously insulted and embarrassed by the ‘human blooded’ child.
"Bachtru! Gazzuckta!!!"
He shouted at the orc child, threateningly.
Vorgazar looked back to his opponent and took one step back into a fighting stance just in time for the charge of the other boy.
Both hands thrust out taking the orc child by his sides and lifting him up slightly. Momentum lost and legs swinging for a second through the air into Vorgazar's shins, the half-blood's next move sent the orc, thrust down onto his rear end, almost in shock. Vorgazar reared up his right leg and smashed his heal down onto the orc boy's chest then grabbed in at the boy's tusks.
Veins rippled across both children's temples as one slapped his hands about in futile efforts over the sweaty hairless face of the half blood and the other tensed letting out a roaring blood thirsty cry as every muscle in his torso and arms striated under the strain that left him holding the bloody jawbone of the other.
Vorgazar stood tall, for a boy, looking down calmly upon the child before him as he writhed about in panicked agony leaving a trail of blood across the floor.
Vorgazar turned and threw the jawbone at the shaman in the crowd behind him. A somewhat human quality missed by most of the orcs present but understood well by the blue orc who nodded as Vorgazar spoke the word.
"Heal."
Moment's later he found himself grabbed and pulled in all directions. Fists lashed out at him and feet kicked him in the gut. One mighty blow from someone in the mob laid him down onto the ground and then the pack ceased all of a sudden. Orcish screams echoed all around and Vorgazar looked up to see flashes of dark steel followed by blood tossing through the air. A mighty roar echoed through the forest and the child felt himself hefted up. The hand of the large, dark skinned orc holding him around the waist and raising him up high above all the clan. He looked down at the face of the one eyed orc below him as he was shaken about, like some kind of prize, at the other orcs.
A proud look was on the orc's face, welling emotion in his one eye as he ferociously threatened the others with his massive double axe, the paternal actions of a father protecting his child.
"Gorga naggu Na! Vorga! Aza!"
Vorgazar looked down terrified at the top of the Chief's head as he was shaken about in the air.
"She called me Vorgazar!"
The boy shouted.
For a moment he froze still and kept his eyes closed, in case anyone was watching him. His pointed ears twitched as he listened to the orcs nearby. Nothing made sense, it was all snorts, grunts and shouting. He could tell there were a lot of them and they were all getting rowdy about something.
The boy slipped into denial for a moment, lying still, pretending to be asleep, almost trying to be asleep. He felt the warmth of the sun on him again and smelled the scent of the pine trees about him.
The orcs were getting loud now. Vorgazar knew they must be far from the camp of the tribesmen. This is what his mother had said to do, somehow he was here, with the orcs but it was hard though. Vorgazar was afraid.
He cracked open an eye and peered one way and then the other. It was then he realised that there were orcs all around. Some females sat to one side of him. One chopped up a carcass, ungracefully throwing different parts of the body into different piles. Another stood behind her shaking a pale and humanoid shaped hide in the air whilst barking obscenely at a couple of young orcs. To Vorgazar's other side he saw the shaman and some other older looking orcs, stood around throwing bones in the snow and shaking fist and palm at the four winds. As, the shaman he knew, danced in a circle acting out some kind of story, the other old orcs scoffed and grunted moving around him. Then Vorgazar saw The big orc from the forest, sitting motionless, hair on the back of his head and in front of his ears swaying lightly in the wind and his one eye fixed upon Vorgazar, through the crowd that were listening to the shaman's story.
Vorgazar closed his squinted eye quickly. Too late, he felt the tremble in the ground that signalled the approach of the great beast, then felt a powerful grip wrap around his ankle as he was dragged suddenly and violently along the snow and into a small crowd that was soon to grow into a mass of crazed half sane spectators.
The orc towered over Vorgazar shouting aggressively. Vorgazar looked around at the other orcs. They to were all shouting and barking at each other. Some started to fight, others picked up those smaller and threw them back out of the way so that they could get to the front.
Vorgazar looked up at the big orc from the forest and cowered back down, assuming a foetal position as the orc threatened to slap him with the back of his hand.
Laughs broke out for a moment amongst the rabble and Vorgazar heard some cheering and chanting.
When he looked up, there stood a young orc, similar in size to Vorgazar, much more heavy across the shoulders, with a hunched back and less of a neck, his face was a little longer and heavily built and he was already bearing tusks similar to an adult orc. His skin was darker green like the big orc and it dawned on Vorgazar what was about to happen as the big orc from the forest waved the crowd back with sweeps of his massive arms and then pushed the young orc towards Vorgazar.
Vorgazar clambered to his knees, not fast enough. His opponent bull rushed him, elbows and knees hitting Vorgazar in the face and knocking him back over. The two boys rolled and scuffled across the snow, occasional kicks from the surrounding orcs knocking them back into the circle that had formed.
Vorgazar took a few more blows than he gave at first. It seemed the orc was unbreakable. He just wanted to get away from him, just for a second, just to gather himself.
Eventually the other boy climbed off Vorgazar and stepped back leaving him lying on the floor in the blood stained, and muddy snow.
"Shashgaa!"
The large orc cried, looking to the young orc and then pointing at Vorgazar. Vorgazar started to back away across the floor realising that the orc child was being commanded to finish him off. The look in the young orcs eyes was cold, not blood thirsty as it had been before. A nervous tension and a self convincing hate grew upon the child’s brow as he began to step back towards Vorgazar.
Then Vorgazar felt a hand upon his shoulder from the crowd behind. He looked up at the face of the shaman and then something happened. Time seemed to slow to a bare minimum pace and the shaman's eyes locked firmly into Vorgazar's, a blue glow emanating from within.
In his mind he began to see flashes, memories of himself, not seen from his own eyes. From the sky he saw himself running from the barbarians across snow, he saw himself struck by arrows and then he saw himself leap from the cliff edge and plummet a distance he could not believe he had survived.
Vorgazar looked up into the eyes of the shaman and then the shaman pulled away leaving Vorgazar’s senses only able to hear the roar of the other boy as he approached.
Vorgazar twisted and turned standing up fast. The orc boy slammed into him hard but this time Vorgazar put one foot back bracing himself. He straightened his back and pushed his chest forward, his arms ready at his sides as he held the impact and used his better posture to stand taller than the orc boy.
The orc boy bounced slightly then came back aggressively wrapping his arms around Vorgazar in a bear hug and picked him up turning around with him. As the young orc began to try and crush the half-orc boy, using only brute strength, Vorgazar's upper body and neck whipped in a snake like motion repeatedly as he slammed his forehead several times, down into the face of the orc boy.
Finding himself dropped back onto his feet, he watched the angry bloody faced boy before him stumbling back a few paces.
Vorgazar stood tall and ready. He looked his opponent in the eyes. The orc boy pushed out his chin, showing his tusks. Vorgazar copied, pushing up his smaller less visible tusks with a proud, almost orcish, snort.
For a moment the orc boy noticed the more symmetrical and perfect form that mixed human and orcish blood had offered his opponent. Vorgazar's stomach was perfectly defined, toned and framed with square shoulders. His body was hairless, not even did he have eyebrows or hair on his head at all. He was not as heavily built and seemed at first weaker but now he realised that he faced a born athlete. Vorgazar stood still watching the anger lost from his opponent and doubt crossing his face.
The half-orc's eyes shone perfect and green in the dappled light of the forest. The Orc's watched intently, some growing quiet, others chanting the fight on, in unison.
Vorgazar cocked his head a little and looked to the large orc nearby. He stared the orc in the eyes defiantly and waited. The one eyed monster looked about at the other orcs, obviously insulted and embarrassed by the ‘human blooded’ child.
"Bachtru! Gazzuckta!!!"
He shouted at the orc child, threateningly.
Vorgazar looked back to his opponent and took one step back into a fighting stance just in time for the charge of the other boy.
Both hands thrust out taking the orc child by his sides and lifting him up slightly. Momentum lost and legs swinging for a second through the air into Vorgazar's shins, the half-blood's next move sent the orc, thrust down onto his rear end, almost in shock. Vorgazar reared up his right leg and smashed his heal down onto the orc boy's chest then grabbed in at the boy's tusks.
Veins rippled across both children's temples as one slapped his hands about in futile efforts over the sweaty hairless face of the half blood and the other tensed letting out a roaring blood thirsty cry as every muscle in his torso and arms striated under the strain that left him holding the bloody jawbone of the other.
Vorgazar stood tall, for a boy, looking down calmly upon the child before him as he writhed about in panicked agony leaving a trail of blood across the floor.
Vorgazar turned and threw the jawbone at the shaman in the crowd behind him. A somewhat human quality missed by most of the orcs present but understood well by the blue orc who nodded as Vorgazar spoke the word.
"Heal."
Moment's later he found himself grabbed and pulled in all directions. Fists lashed out at him and feet kicked him in the gut. One mighty blow from someone in the mob laid him down onto the ground and then the pack ceased all of a sudden. Orcish screams echoed all around and Vorgazar looked up to see flashes of dark steel followed by blood tossing through the air. A mighty roar echoed through the forest and the child felt himself hefted up. The hand of the large, dark skinned orc holding him around the waist and raising him up high above all the clan. He looked down at the face of the one eyed orc below him as he was shaken about, like some kind of prize, at the other orcs.
A proud look was on the orc's face, welling emotion in his one eye as he ferociously threatened the others with his massive double axe, the paternal actions of a father protecting his child.
"Gorga naggu Na! Vorga! Aza!"
Vorgazar looked down terrified at the top of the Chief's head as he was shaken about in the air.
"She called me Vorgazar!"
The boy shouted.
If honour is truth and a lie is respect, then a secret is sacred.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.
Confide in me my friend and I shall love you like no other.