Kort
06-30-2006, 01:19 PM
The sounds of screaming, and the smell of death override any other sense throughout the populace of Razor Hill. The mid-day sun beat down on my green skin, and than I saw the smoke. My entire existence faded in and out, I felt the earth spinning all around me. With a quick motion I let my cart fall to the ground, and took off in a sprint toward the direction of my home.
My heart raced faster and faster with each step. The closer I came to my home the louder the screams and the stronger the smell became. I heard sounds of soldiers in heavy armor, slashing through the simple pig farmers of this land. As my home came in sight I had the realization that nothing would be the same. Everything that I had was burning, including my family.
I heard the screams of my two boys, and saw my fallen wife at the entrance of the burning home. I was too late.
Three soldiers stood and watched the fire tossing streams of fluid on the blaze enticing the flames to grow higher. As I watched the three defilers, I clenched my fists so hard that blood began to trickle from them. I detached my bow from my shoulder, and drew three arrows.
I immediately stuck two arrows in the ground before me, and pulled one back as fast as I could. With every ounce of hatred I could muster I released the arrow letting it soar through the air. The arrow found itself buried in the neck of one of the soldiers.
I remember he was in mid sentence as the arrow found its mark. Immediately cutting him off, piercing his throat in the most fatal way. The two others simply watched as their comrade fell dumbstruck that the pathetic farmers could make such a shot.
I loaded both of the other arrows and fired them as well, they too found their marks within my enemy, squirting a steam of blood from the wound, and forcing the humans to cry for their lives as they fell to the earth.
I quickly dropped my bow and made my way to the blaze that was once my life. The flames were burning to hot. They separated for just long enough for me to see the remains of my family. Their flesh was long gone and they lay charred to their core.
Before I knew it I fell to my knees, and roared as if no Orc ever did before. With outstretched arms I grabbed the skinning knife from my boot, and began to plunge it in the fallen Alliance soldiers.
In my rage I did not hear or see the rest of the human platoon come. They kicked, stabbed, and beat me with all they could. Yet with all of their strength my body would survive. Broken it is but alive none the less, and it I am forever to seek them out so they will feel as low as I do.
It is at this moment that I rise from my dream. Soaked in sweat and tears, this is my curse. This is my dream, the dream I have kept with me for five years now. The dream that I will have until my body no longer walks this earth.
My heart raced faster and faster with each step. The closer I came to my home the louder the screams and the stronger the smell became. I heard sounds of soldiers in heavy armor, slashing through the simple pig farmers of this land. As my home came in sight I had the realization that nothing would be the same. Everything that I had was burning, including my family.
I heard the screams of my two boys, and saw my fallen wife at the entrance of the burning home. I was too late.
Three soldiers stood and watched the fire tossing streams of fluid on the blaze enticing the flames to grow higher. As I watched the three defilers, I clenched my fists so hard that blood began to trickle from them. I detached my bow from my shoulder, and drew three arrows.
I immediately stuck two arrows in the ground before me, and pulled one back as fast as I could. With every ounce of hatred I could muster I released the arrow letting it soar through the air. The arrow found itself buried in the neck of one of the soldiers.
I remember he was in mid sentence as the arrow found its mark. Immediately cutting him off, piercing his throat in the most fatal way. The two others simply watched as their comrade fell dumbstruck that the pathetic farmers could make such a shot.
I loaded both of the other arrows and fired them as well, they too found their marks within my enemy, squirting a steam of blood from the wound, and forcing the humans to cry for their lives as they fell to the earth.
I quickly dropped my bow and made my way to the blaze that was once my life. The flames were burning to hot. They separated for just long enough for me to see the remains of my family. Their flesh was long gone and they lay charred to their core.
Before I knew it I fell to my knees, and roared as if no Orc ever did before. With outstretched arms I grabbed the skinning knife from my boot, and began to plunge it in the fallen Alliance soldiers.
In my rage I did not hear or see the rest of the human platoon come. They kicked, stabbed, and beat me with all they could. Yet with all of their strength my body would survive. Broken it is but alive none the less, and it I am forever to seek them out so they will feel as low as I do.
It is at this moment that I rise from my dream. Soaked in sweat and tears, this is my curse. This is my dream, the dream I have kept with me for five years now. The dream that I will have until my body no longer walks this earth.