A sickness

Darkend Blade · Post by **Darkend Blade** » Sat Jan 18, 2003 3:09 am

An orc walking along the desert to see an ancient shaman come to him.

Belrog: Why does it feel like i knew you before?

Shaman: Belrog, many troubles had came for you in the past and yet you don't know why, i came to make everything clear to you.

Belrog looks at him confused: Who are you?

Shaman: That will be known in time, for now...

The shaman walks up to him and presses a dagger into his shoulder making Belrog pass. Belrog then wakes up in a cave without any memory of the past nor the present.

Shaman: You are Belrog. I am going to teach our nature and the bloodlust. We serve our master the blood god.

Belrog feeling that he's lying: I don't know who you are, or who i am... but i will not serve anyone.

Shaman: Heh... very well, the dagger was cursed, soon you will be in total bloodlust, go back to where you were if you wish. Soon you will be as wild and dangerous as were the great orcish army of old. When we first came about. But go ahead. Go back. I did what i came to do. Soon you and all orcs will be under the command of our lord. He gave life to us. He will keep you all to himself. YOu are his forever...

Belrog: I'll be back for your head.

Belrog befriends a hawk and trains it to run errans for him, knowing that he could never return to town until this has passed over.

starts writting a letter

I'm not sure who i am, i was called Belrog, i send this letter for an answer, i have what a shaman called a bloodlust, if anyone knows anything about bloodlust and know a cure, please help me. If the price be death, then so shall it be. I would rather be dead then become a slave..

sends the hawk with the message

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Mon Jan 20, 2003 9:11 pm

Paul Laffing sees the eagle and it drops the message in his hands. After reading it, he knows what he must do.
"I must seek out Varillion ((sorry about any spelling errors)), Belrog's brother."

Darkend Blade · Post by **Darkend Blade** » Mon Jan 20, 2003 10:55 pm

Belrog going about the town with a pain deep within his stomache. Walks by a tree. He looks up hearing his hawk come back. He then takes it with his finger and it drops a letting into his hand.

Belrog Crushe. I'm sure you remember my face. How does it feel to have the old excitement loved by the orcs of the ancient ways of the blood god. Come to the desert at midnight and i shall tell you what you must do.

Belrog thinks to himself: Me listen to that huligan, bah, he makes me sick, i barely remember things, only because people tell me i did such things, though i have not the picture in my mind. And now he wants me to work for after he stabbed me with a blade of which carried horridness that i feel deep within myself. Bah, i will come but to take his head.

That night he walks into the desert seeking out the shaman, but finds himself trapped by two very dark, very strong, orcs. The shaman walks out of a shadow.

Shaman: You still oppose us as much as you want to join us. Not very wise.

Belrog snarls at the shaman and breaks loose. He takes out two daggers and plummits them into the orcs holding him.

Belrog walking to the shaman: You were saying?

Shaman looks at him and laughs.

Shaman: You still don't get it do you. Shaman speaks ancient words with his lips.

The corps of the two orcs revitalize to full health.

Belrog: What the..?

Shaman: Not to mention there twice as strong. They are fulled with blood lust. Don't you remember how it felt, the love of battle. You've become a lazy orc. You fight the bloodlust, even if they attack you, you won't fight back. Are you a coward?

Belrog: Gah... i don't thirst for any races blood. Only yours.

Shaman glows with a firey light and summons a flamed demon with a wing span of 3 men.

Belrog stares the at winged demon very afraid.

Belrog: You can take my life, but shaman your forgetting what you can't take. ITS MY PRIDE!!!!

Belrog charges the demon with the sword but its armor was too strong to even have a dent in it.

Belrog: Blasted! Gah. Why do you need me if you carry that much strength?

Shaman: Your forgetting. But we met long before. Did you have a nice journy to the holy place?

Belrog: It can't be..

Silentslayer: Oh but it is, father is back. You can call me Dunth Avarum.

Belrog falls to his knee's not knowing what is going on anymore.

Silentslayer: Get up, now fight with us.

Belrog glares at him: How did you get out of the demon realm? They would of killed you by now.

Silentslayer laughs: Perhaps when you join me, you will have more answers. Him and all his summons alongside the two orcs dissapear with a black shroud.

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Mon Jan 20, 2003 11:33 pm

Back in the town, Paul Laffing finds Varalion and gives him the message."this is very important. It has your brother's signature," Paul states. Varalion reads the message.

Grishnak Bloodlust · Post by **Grishnak Bloodlust** » Thu Jan 23, 2003 4:57 am

An orc notices a note a hawk had brought in a few days before and begins writing on a fresh piece of paper

Greebas, I am Grishnak Bloodlust, decendant of the Northern Bloodlust clan, in the caves of Delathor. Rumour has it that Bloodlust curses were once used on the troops of an evil army, giving them overwhelming strength and stamina. Their mind was also said to have been corrupted as in battle they were overwhelmingly vicious and also know to feast on the corpses of the dead, with a strong thirst for blood.
I know something about this Bloodlust curse origionated from my ancestors, though since the fall of my homeland most knowledge of it has been forgotten and it is only truely known by the Elder orcs of the Junan Plains.

Grishnak Bloodlust draws a map of the North caves and the paths to Junan

This map is a copy of my father's incomplete map of the territory that he died trying to protect. I believe it would be wise for you to try your best to find the Elders, if they still live. Good luck Belrog, journey safely.

After writing the letter and tying it to the talon of the hawk Grishnak pulls his cape tightly around him and walks out of sight.

Darkend Blade · Post by **Darkend Blade** » Thu Jan 23, 2003 10:01 pm

Belrog Crushe who finally gives up hope for himself, clad in black armor, eye's red as blood, skin hard from being callased, blade thats been stained in blood, looks up to see the hawk flying towards him. He yells out at the bird coming towards him and throws an axe at it killing it. He finds the letter under it. He reads it.

Belrog: Elders... They couldn't help me if they tried, no one can.

Belrog then eats the bird and dissapears in the dusty desert.