Armaul
05-18-2006, 04:33 PM
The young Orc boy sat there on a a downed tree wondering what had just transpired. His little mind could barely take the mental beating it just did.
Why done gone they attack mother? Why done did they attack father? Why are the humons mean to us? We dun nothin' wrong to them.
"Here's the little scamp! Thross, get the chains before he g-"
But it was to late. The little Orc was allready fleeing for his life. The group was allready moving in behind him, and it seemed almost inevitable that he would escape them... until the Gnome used a net-gadget. The Orc struggled to get free, but the metal wires were to thick and strong.
"Gotcha!" spoke a Dwarf. "Now ere' lad. yer comin with us."
The little Orc kicked and struggled with all his might even though he realized the Dwarfs superior strength.
"All righ' little one, almost there, " spoke the Dwarf again. The Orc looked up to see a huge ram mount.
The other ones of the group, a Gnome and a Human, gathered there mounts that they had to abandon at the sight of the Horde.
"This IS NOT right! he is an innocent child!" howled a voice from behind the ram.
"Tis' ok, we not be hurtin' the thing." Said the Dwarf to the unknown speaker. The child looked beyond the ram to see a Human covered in bright armor, tied to a tree.
"We'll come back once youv'e settled down." Said the Gnome. "Your a bit overwhelmed right now"
"OVERWHELMED?!" screamed the Human. "Your taking a child to a Warlock for him to experiment on, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!"
The Orc looked around confused.
War-licks? Those be the deemun men pap allways talk abou'!
Soon the Orc became struck with fear as what horrors he might be exposed to. His father had mentioned tales of warlocks and their evil magics before.
"Now listen..." said the Gnome. "This is going to be a HUGE payoff, its likely this Orc will grow to kill us someday anyhow! Now listen clo- LOOK AT ME- We are taking this child back to..." The Gnome trailed off in the argument. The Orc took this as his opportunity to make an escape. The thought of a Warlock feared him beyond all belief.
Silently the orc began to chew at the leather straps holding the dwarfs large belt. He continued to chew until...
*Plop!* "Oi?! What the 'ell?!"
The Dwarfs belt was so encumbered with gunpowder, spare daggers, and other engineering goods, that it slammed tightly around his ankles. He tried to budge the belt off his feet, but the weight was to great. He dropped the Orc in his blind strategy to get the belt off his feat.
The orc kicked the Dwarf in the rear screaming "Fat, drunken meanie!" Untill he realized the Gnome had grown aware of what was happening. He took one last kick than decided to run. The Human tied to the tree laughed a bit.
The gnome readied her net gun.... she aimed...
Her aim was stoped short of a crack to the head. She stood stunned for a few seconds. The Human gave another laugh.
"Even though I am bound, I am not powerless" he said. "Run little Orc!"
And run he did, down past the road leading to Bloodhoof.
He had reached sanctuary. A bloodhoof brave approached him saying:
"Whats the matter little Armaul? Where are your parents?"
"The... the other ones came like longhorn said! They attacked mother and father!"
With those words spoken, the brave took the boy to the inn and went off in a hurry to find the attackers.
Days passed before she came again.
"So, they killed the parents to?"
"Yes. It appears they were trying to capture him for some warlock"
"is that what he said?"
"Yes miss. I'm afraid so."
"Poor thing. First his true parents die, now his adoptive parents? This has gone to far. I will return to the orphanage for now, more children need my help." And with that, she was gone.
"Armaul" said a voice.
"Ys Longhorn sir?" Said the Orc, with his little head bowed down. "Whadya need sir?"
"You are a young Orc, but I believe your time has now come to start training. I can no longer pull the wool over your eyes. This is a world of death and sorrow, but I can TEACH you Armaul. I can teach you to stand against your enemies with the power of the storms and the might of an axe!"
The young Orc looked up.
"Yes Longhorn sir." he said.
"Hey," spoke Longhorn. "We will make them pay. We will make them all pay."
((Hello TNG! I moved here from another server, I was lead to the TNG from what i've heard from a few people. It took a while to figure what I wanted for my character, but I chose one thing I had never done before, an Orc Shaman. I hope to see you all soon! Oh, and I hope you liked my little story.))
Why done gone they attack mother? Why done did they attack father? Why are the humons mean to us? We dun nothin' wrong to them.
"Here's the little scamp! Thross, get the chains before he g-"
But it was to late. The little Orc was allready fleeing for his life. The group was allready moving in behind him, and it seemed almost inevitable that he would escape them... until the Gnome used a net-gadget. The Orc struggled to get free, but the metal wires were to thick and strong.
"Gotcha!" spoke a Dwarf. "Now ere' lad. yer comin with us."
The little Orc kicked and struggled with all his might even though he realized the Dwarfs superior strength.
"All righ' little one, almost there, " spoke the Dwarf again. The Orc looked up to see a huge ram mount.
The other ones of the group, a Gnome and a Human, gathered there mounts that they had to abandon at the sight of the Horde.
"This IS NOT right! he is an innocent child!" howled a voice from behind the ram.
"Tis' ok, we not be hurtin' the thing." Said the Dwarf to the unknown speaker. The child looked beyond the ram to see a Human covered in bright armor, tied to a tree.
"We'll come back once youv'e settled down." Said the Gnome. "Your a bit overwhelmed right now"
"OVERWHELMED?!" screamed the Human. "Your taking a child to a Warlock for him to experiment on, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!"
The Orc looked around confused.
War-licks? Those be the deemun men pap allways talk abou'!
Soon the Orc became struck with fear as what horrors he might be exposed to. His father had mentioned tales of warlocks and their evil magics before.
"Now listen..." said the Gnome. "This is going to be a HUGE payoff, its likely this Orc will grow to kill us someday anyhow! Now listen clo- LOOK AT ME- We are taking this child back to..." The Gnome trailed off in the argument. The Orc took this as his opportunity to make an escape. The thought of a Warlock feared him beyond all belief.
Silently the orc began to chew at the leather straps holding the dwarfs large belt. He continued to chew until...
*Plop!* "Oi?! What the 'ell?!"
The Dwarfs belt was so encumbered with gunpowder, spare daggers, and other engineering goods, that it slammed tightly around his ankles. He tried to budge the belt off his feet, but the weight was to great. He dropped the Orc in his blind strategy to get the belt off his feat.
The orc kicked the Dwarf in the rear screaming "Fat, drunken meanie!" Untill he realized the Gnome had grown aware of what was happening. He took one last kick than decided to run. The Human tied to the tree laughed a bit.
The gnome readied her net gun.... she aimed...
Her aim was stoped short of a crack to the head. She stood stunned for a few seconds. The Human gave another laugh.
"Even though I am bound, I am not powerless" he said. "Run little Orc!"
And run he did, down past the road leading to Bloodhoof.
He had reached sanctuary. A bloodhoof brave approached him saying:
"Whats the matter little Armaul? Where are your parents?"
"The... the other ones came like longhorn said! They attacked mother and father!"
With those words spoken, the brave took the boy to the inn and went off in a hurry to find the attackers.
Days passed before she came again.
"So, they killed the parents to?"
"Yes. It appears they were trying to capture him for some warlock"
"is that what he said?"
"Yes miss. I'm afraid so."
"Poor thing. First his true parents die, now his adoptive parents? This has gone to far. I will return to the orphanage for now, more children need my help." And with that, she was gone.
"Armaul" said a voice.
"Ys Longhorn sir?" Said the Orc, with his little head bowed down. "Whadya need sir?"
"You are a young Orc, but I believe your time has now come to start training. I can no longer pull the wool over your eyes. This is a world of death and sorrow, but I can TEACH you Armaul. I can teach you to stand against your enemies with the power of the storms and the might of an axe!"
The young Orc looked up.
"Yes Longhorn sir." he said.
"Hey," spoke Longhorn. "We will make them pay. We will make them all pay."
((Hello TNG! I moved here from another server, I was lead to the TNG from what i've heard from a few people. It took a while to figure what I wanted for my character, but I chose one thing I had never done before, an Orc Shaman. I hope to see you all soon! Oh, and I hope you liked my little story.))