A new life for an old orc.
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 4:54 am
Three days have passed since the sign of SKULLSBANE was destroyed by Dominik and the new sign was posted. In the sign, one could read about Wiergraf being held captive.
- Three days have passed, dagger - said Dominik to his travel company. - I should kill Wiergraf now.
- Are you going to do it? - asked the dagger.
Dominik smiled.
- Of course not. But that was a good phrase to make the orcs leave, wasn't it?
- You never change - said the dagger. - What now?
- Well, I am surprised the orcs left without even looking for him. I guess I have to tell him this. He has the right to know and make a choice.
- A choice?
Later that day, Dominik and Byron went to the place where the orcs was kept. The last place any orc would search: Greenbriar. When they entered the house where Wiergraf was, they noticed the orc was awake.
- ...food... - the orc muttered.
Dominik adjusted his hat, covering his eyes under it's borders, then unwraped Wiergraf's mouth. He took a ham out of his bag and raised it near the orcs mouth.
- Eat, my friend.
After the ham and some apples Byron, which was wearing a mask, gave him, Wiergraf started to become stronger.
- Wub me doing ere?! - he asked while trying to free himself of the ropes.
- Don't even try, Wiergraf. You are tied to many things.
His ropes, wraped around all his body, were tied to the table, chair and a rock.
- Now listen to me.
Dominik told him all that happened. About Gorge's death, about the skulls leaving him behind without even searching for him and about the conditions of his freedom.
First Dominik tried to convinve Wiergraf taking the leadeship of the skulls by the old laws of the tribes: by beating the chief you become the cheif. But the orc refused.
So Dominik walked to Wiergraf, drawed his dagger and put it near the orcs throat.
- Don't do it, Dominik - said Byron.
The man only smiled to the masked orc, then retreated the dagger and setted it into his belt again.
- You owe my your life now, Wiergraf.
- Me serves no oomie!
- I know. I didn't ask for your services, my friend. What I want is to give you a choice.
- A choice? Wub choice?
- Of a new life. For the skulls, you're probably dead by now. They don'y seem to care. They betrayed you, so, why stay by their side?
He looked deeply into the orcs eyes.
- I want to give you the choice to start a new life, my friend. On your own, without the skulls. You don't need them. What do you think is better for you?
Later that day, the three of them left the building.Dominik was smiling.
- Come, now, Wier, my friend. A new set of plate armour waits you - he said. - And I'm glad you made the right decision.
- Three days have passed, dagger - said Dominik to his travel company. - I should kill Wiergraf now.
- Are you going to do it? - asked the dagger.
Dominik smiled.
- Of course not. But that was a good phrase to make the orcs leave, wasn't it?
- You never change - said the dagger. - What now?
- Well, I am surprised the orcs left without even looking for him. I guess I have to tell him this. He has the right to know and make a choice.
- A choice?
Later that day, Dominik and Byron went to the place where the orcs was kept. The last place any orc would search: Greenbriar. When they entered the house where Wiergraf was, they noticed the orc was awake.
- ...food... - the orc muttered.
Dominik adjusted his hat, covering his eyes under it's borders, then unwraped Wiergraf's mouth. He took a ham out of his bag and raised it near the orcs mouth.
- Eat, my friend.
After the ham and some apples Byron, which was wearing a mask, gave him, Wiergraf started to become stronger.
- Wub me doing ere?! - he asked while trying to free himself of the ropes.
- Don't even try, Wiergraf. You are tied to many things.
His ropes, wraped around all his body, were tied to the table, chair and a rock.
- Now listen to me.
Dominik told him all that happened. About Gorge's death, about the skulls leaving him behind without even searching for him and about the conditions of his freedom.
First Dominik tried to convinve Wiergraf taking the leadeship of the skulls by the old laws of the tribes: by beating the chief you become the cheif. But the orc refused.
So Dominik walked to Wiergraf, drawed his dagger and put it near the orcs throat.
- Don't do it, Dominik - said Byron.
The man only smiled to the masked orc, then retreated the dagger and setted it into his belt again.
- You owe my your life now, Wiergraf.
- Me serves no oomie!
- I know. I didn't ask for your services, my friend. What I want is to give you a choice.
- A choice? Wub choice?
- Of a new life. For the skulls, you're probably dead by now. They don'y seem to care. They betrayed you, so, why stay by their side?
He looked deeply into the orcs eyes.
- I want to give you the choice to start a new life, my friend. On your own, without the skulls. You don't need them. What do you think is better for you?
Later that day, the three of them left the building.Dominik was smiling.
- Come, now, Wier, my friend. A new set of plate armour waits you - he said. - And I'm glad you made the right decision.