a vaction of an old orc

Bith · Post by **Bith** » Tue Jun 03, 2003 11:15 am

A orc walks along the path towards the mineing fields. As he walks by the depot near the oven he decides to put his armor and weapons into his old and dusty depot. The orc closes his depot and ends up sitting against the wall next to the oven. Holding his hands in his pockets of his grey trouser pants he watches everyone walking past and thinks to himself if anyone will remember an old orc that once lived on this island.

Bith · Post by **Bith** » Thu Jun 05, 2003 12:07 pm

The orc gets up from his little spot next to the oven and walks over to the shop, sits down on a chair and watches the people come in and go selling and buying many things. As this old orc watches and listens, he continues to sit and continues to wonder if any of his old friends still live on this small island

Bith · Post by **Bith** » Mon Jun 09, 2003 7:17 am

As the old orc sits there thinking, watching and listen for some time now he thinks to himself that all he friends he once knew are not around this town he onced lived in. The old orc gets up and walks slowly to the small raft he built himself and slowly sets sail back into the open see and back to his new home on an island not to far from the island which Troll's Bane rests upon.