Interracial spawn of Peace - a story of orcish love
Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2001 3:45 pm
The Doompeak mountains they say, is a cold, unheartly place.
This may be true for most of the orc's dwelling in this nest of Uglieness.
But the orc Mordred was different. He was the orcspawn of the Gore Duo. They only managed to make one son before they sacrificed themself to Moshran, the Bone Lord. Mordred had a name of terror, and most Orc fled at sight. Mordred, at first, loved this feeling of power, but soon grew tired of it. One day when his pack reaped a human village for the fun of it, he saw a flower he had never seen before. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he ran to the hill where it grew to inhale it's sweet musk.
When he was a few feet away from the flower, he saw a young beautiful(?!?!?!) Goblin Lady. Nemenna. She was the Goblin druid of the Spineshackle tribe, out harvesting herbs. The beauty of both Nemenna and the flower made him boil...He swiftly struck his axe into Nemenna's head, leaving her unconcious. He raped this poor Goblin lady...Again and again...Until his heart collapsed. After a few day's out in the wilderness, a search party from the Spineshacklers found her. They thought she was dead, therefor they threw her into a small cave and laid the flower on top of her.
Who knows what kept the goblin lady alive the next six months. Maybe it was Oldra who felt pity for this sad goblin lady, maybe it was pure willpower. She was unconcious from the time she got raped and until she born HIM...The Northern Light, the Saviour of the Pleasant Orc.
Griitash
He was raised single handedly by his mother. Learning about the powers of nature, the power of herbs. He soon found the pleasures of mixing potions, and he was allways respected Nature for what it was. The downside of his potionmaking was that he found out how to make sweet wines and strong ale. From the age of 12 to the age of 30 he was constantly drunk...His mother loved her son so much so she couldnt teach him any better.
But Griitash also had a heart full of love. So he started to worship the two God's that felt natural for him to worship. Adron and Sirani.
The flower that caused his birth was his dearest posession. It was a Pink Lotus, only avaiable in the vicinity of the Doompeaks. He therefor never travelled far away from them.
But one day he did, and he soon found out that the Orc in him started to stirl.
Thats why he sometimes have bad manners...Call people bad things..Or even attacks those who threaten him...But all in all, Griitash is a friend you can trust..And a bloody good merchant...
This may be true for most of the orc's dwelling in this nest of Uglieness.
But the orc Mordred was different. He was the orcspawn of the Gore Duo. They only managed to make one son before they sacrificed themself to Moshran, the Bone Lord. Mordred had a name of terror, and most Orc fled at sight. Mordred, at first, loved this feeling of power, but soon grew tired of it. One day when his pack reaped a human village for the fun of it, he saw a flower he had never seen before. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he ran to the hill where it grew to inhale it's sweet musk.
When he was a few feet away from the flower, he saw a young beautiful(?!?!?!) Goblin Lady. Nemenna. She was the Goblin druid of the Spineshackle tribe, out harvesting herbs. The beauty of both Nemenna and the flower made him boil...He swiftly struck his axe into Nemenna's head, leaving her unconcious. He raped this poor Goblin lady...Again and again...Until his heart collapsed. After a few day's out in the wilderness, a search party from the Spineshacklers found her. They thought she was dead, therefor they threw her into a small cave and laid the flower on top of her.
Who knows what kept the goblin lady alive the next six months. Maybe it was Oldra who felt pity for this sad goblin lady, maybe it was pure willpower. She was unconcious from the time she got raped and until she born HIM...The Northern Light, the Saviour of the Pleasant Orc.
Griitash
He was raised single handedly by his mother. Learning about the powers of nature, the power of herbs. He soon found the pleasures of mixing potions, and he was allways respected Nature for what it was. The downside of his potionmaking was that he found out how to make sweet wines and strong ale. From the age of 12 to the age of 30 he was constantly drunk...His mother loved her son so much so she couldnt teach him any better.
But Griitash also had a heart full of love. So he started to worship the two God's that felt natural for him to worship. Adron and Sirani.
The flower that caused his birth was his dearest posession. It was a Pink Lotus, only avaiable in the vicinity of the Doompeaks. He therefor never travelled far away from them.
But one day he did, and he soon found out that the Orc in him started to stirl.
Thats why he sometimes have bad manners...Call people bad things..Or even attacks those who threaten him...But all in all, Griitash is a friend you can trust..And a bloody good merchant...