An Old Legend.

[Recklez 45]

A long, long time ago. There was an orc, a special one. While his brethren were fighting the massive forces of undead, or stirring trouble placing various tolls around Aegis. He was more interested in the dwarves.. Yes.. Not just the dwarves, but their expertise on smithing. The more he learned about their master craft, the more he got sucked in by the various tales and folklore. Untill one promised day he read about the ancient craft of Rune smithing. Only passed on by a certain extinct clan of the dwarves. His drive to learn this long forgotten craft drove him to travel to far lands, in search of even the slightest clue of this ancient craft, and nothing.. During his search, he developed a bond with the spirits. Him always being by himself, they began to whisper. "Guh tie nah ongo gah. Wie gah toga waga ko." They told him repeatedly. Not being able to understand a single word they were saying. If he knew what they said to him, his search would have been long over. Though the orc didn't speak True Blah. and so he kept searching. Searching for the ancient forgotten craft. Untill after so many years, the spirits simply felt pity for the orc. Only chasing a broken dream because rune smithing was indeed a real thing, a very real ability. Though the dwarves had kept it secret and locked away from every other race, just to use it for themselves. Murgaw, having searched for years for this power, still wandering. Continuesly the spirits whispered to him, telling him things in True blah that he did not understand. But slowly, month by month, he began to understand the words, some of them.. A couple of them.. Before he deciphered what they kept saying to him for years "Stop searching for it, they hide it" They kept saying. Murgaw was devastated by the whispers. And they kept going. Though he kept talking with the spirits, understanding more and more of their strange speech. And the more he talked, the more mysteries he had been searching for they unwrapped for him. He learned from the spirits that Rune Smithing was indeed still used by the dwarves, seldom for certain artifacts. But no one, only the elderly of the dwarves had passage to the Runeforge. And so, he gave up on his search. He was old.. wrinkled.. It wasn't about time for him to go, but he didn't have anything else to strife for.. He had sailed for many years, traveled for even more. He decided his last boat trip, his last journey. Seek through another land for maybe a glimpse of hope of another, unfound runeforge that he could study and master. And so, years went by on sea untill he found land.. The land of.. Athera!

 

Murgaw Gorkil has returned..!

 

 

 

(( Yes.. I know.. Worst story ever but.. I suck at writing stories, and I don't want people to be incredibly surprised when they see me.. so.. here you have it! ))

[Friendly Guy 223]

A long, long time ago. There was an orc, a special one. 

((Yep, Welcome back :) ))

[Recklez 45]

((Yep, Welcome back :) ))

 

(( Y u do dis... ;w; ))

[Friendly Guy 223]

(( Y u do dis... ;w; ))

((Out of love ;3))

[Faunherer 44]

((oh boy, Faunher'Gorkil has been looking for a runesmith to carve some stuff into his tusks ;) welcome to Athera Murgaw))

[Austin 697]

Thore'Gorkil snorts and roars 

"Welcome back braddah"

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.