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Bloodgrin's Tale {Short Story - Part 1, 2}
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denjerre
((On the side of writing Jade, I'm experimenting with some short stories. This is one of them. I'll be posting the parts in the same tread))
-The new owner of the Grol’dom Farm was sleeping inside the house. Narkosh Bloodgrin was a strong, muscular, Orc with light green skin. His hands were massive and wielded two axes at all times- even when Narkosh was asleep. They were simply named Lefty and Righty.
-The Orc raised his bald head as he heard a sound outside. His blue eyes saw a Sunscale raptor in front of his doorstep, giving Narkosh’s son Rebb a hungry look. He immediately jumped in action and charged the beast. Lefty parried the beast’s bite and Righty cut its head off.
-Rebb smiled and clapped enthusiastically. ‘You got it, poppa, you got it!’. The kid reminded Narkosh of his Warrior days. Now that peace had largely taken over, all that was left to do for him was to become a pig farmer. He picked the body by the tail and said to Rebb; ‘I hope you like Raptor Stew, boy!’.
-His daughter Doofah appeared from the corner of the house. She had a sad look on her face and held something strange in her hand. Narkosh stopped smiling and kneeled in front of her, putting his hand on her shoulder. ‘What is it, my dear girl?’, he asked, ‘You have a concerned look on your face’. Doofah turned to him, her eyes filled with tears. ‘I can’t find mommy’, she replied, ‘I looked all around but the only thing I found was this’. She held her hand before her father, and in her palm lay a red amulet.
-Narkosh remained silent. He recognized the drawings on the thing, he had fought many bearing the same symbol a few years ago. ‘Inside’, he scoffed at his children, who quickly obeyed. He kneeled at his bed and pulled a dagger from under it, giving it to his son. ‘I’ll be right back, watch the house’, he told Rebb. The boy obeyed and grabbed the dagger more tightly. He and his sister, who was attempting to charge up a Lightning Bolt, knew this was serious business.
-The Warrior ran behind the house and pulled a magical stone from his pocket. The object glowed black as he spoke to it; ‘Karash, I need your help urgently.’ A rasping voice replied; ‘Understood’. In front of him, the air began to color black and smell burning. A dark substance started to appear, and formed a shadowy portal. A small Orc dressed in red robes and wearing a red hood stepped trough.
-Warlock looked at his friend and asked; ‘So what is this about, Narkosh?’. ‘I will tell you later’, the Warrior replied. ‘I’d like you to watch Rebb and Doofah while I’m out. I do believe I can trust you?’. Karash put his hands on Narkosh’s arms and said; ‘I defected from my clan for you, dear friend. My loyalty goes without question’. The Warrior thanked him and ran off to the north, swinging Lefty and Righty at anything in his path.
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Mazaniam
Alls good 'cept Doofah, I mean, no offence , but who calls a child DOOFAH?
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Morec0
Alls good 'cept Doofah, I mean, no offence , but who calls a child DOOFAH?
Very good question.
May I suggest removing one of the 'o's? That makes it look more like its pronounced (D- off- ah)
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denjerre
((I'm suffering from writer's block. And school. And parents...))
Narkosh ran as fast as he could. He knew where he was going, but he was unaware of what he would find. Luckily, there were little beasts in its way since Azeroth’s hunters called The Barrens their hunting paradise. Soon enough, the mountain he was heading for came in sight.
It was a common practice to ascend the mountain by using the road on its northern side, but Narkosh did not have the time for that. Instead, he chose to climb the nearest slope, brutally knocking off the plainstriders that swarmed the area.
When he reached the top, an thick, orange fog filled the air. The Warrior took some time getting used to his new breathing rotation. Dreadmist Peak was known for being one of the most hazardous places in the environment.
The Orc could see the enemy camp a few yards ahead. Even though he destroyed their relic of worship – the Demon Seed- years ago, the Burning Blade cultists had remained in the area, albeit weakened. When he looked around the fence, he saw some bruisers and acolytes standing around a campfire.
Narkosh knew it would be stupid to charge at all of them. While he was perfectly able to take them on, it would surely alert other cultists around. And since he was assuming they held his wife hostage, it didn’t seem like the smartest thing to do. Instead, he’d need a distraction.
He approached a nearby plainstriders and knocked it out with Lefty’s handle. With a quick swipe, he gouged both of its eyes out and woke it up. Like he had planned, the beast started screaming in agony and running around in random directions. It charged towards the campfire the cultists were standing around.
It passed the Orcs and stumbled of the mountainside. The confused spectators quickly ran after it, determined to find the source of its actions. Narkosh took his chance and ran inside the camp. At the end of the settlement the Warrior could see the shape of a cave, and walked towards it, knowing very well what to expect.
When he entered, the mist outside immediately disappeared and his visage became clear again. One Orc and a massive Felguard were standing around an altar, their backs facing him. His wife Ragga sat upon the altar, heavily wounded and tied up with ropes. With a booming voice, the Felguard spoke to his companion;
‘Ever since the Demon Seed was destroyed by the Horde, we have had our power taken away from us. But this will change today. We will find a new source to rely on; blood. We will kill all of these fools, one by one, and plunge them into a world of agony!’. The Demon gripped a large, flaming sword from his back. ‘It is time for the sacrifice. Get me the sacrificial fire, now!’
The Orc turned around and looked in surprise when he saw Narkosh. Without hesitation, the cultist charged forward, pointing his dagger at the intruder. But Narkosh was quicker. He used Lefty to deflect the blow and turn his adversary around. He plunged Righty in his back and pushed the body against the wall.
The Felguard turned around when he heard the struggle and gazed at Narkosh. Suddenly, he burst out in maniacal laughter. ‘I know you, Orc’, he said, ‘You were the one that destroyed the Demon Seed all those years ago, while I could do nothing but watch from the Twisting Nether as these idiots failed to stop you. And know, you’ve returned to meet your demise at the hands of me, Rathorian! The irony of it all is staggering. I will kill you in the name of my master, and your bones will hang from this mountain as a testament to the Legion’s undeniable might!’
In a matter of seconds, the Demon raised his blazing sword and swung it down at Narkosh. The latter barely managed to parry it using both Lefty and Righty. However, the strength behind the blow shook his arms and rendered him weakened. The Felguard took another swing at the Orc’s side. Narkosh dodged backwards and threw Lefty at the Demon’s unarmored torso.
Rathorian roared when the weapon hit his chest, but didn’t bother to pull it out. He ignited his blade and thrust it forward. Narkosh jumped to the side and hacked at the Felguard’s arm, disarming him. The next few moments went quick, but when the battle was over, Rathorian was dead and Narkosh was untying his wife.
He attended to her wounds when she was free, but Ragga tried to push him away. ‘No.. later- we’, she muttered. ‘What?’, Narkosh asked, ‘It’s over, what is it?’. ‘The children, Narkosh, where are they?’. ‘They’re in good hands, I left them with Karash’. Ragga fainted and woke up a few seconds later. ‘Narkosh… it was Karash… who… abducted me in the first place’, she told him, before passing out again.
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