The Key to Coexistence (PK POST)

[Reece Nolan 996]

The Key to Coexistence

 

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     “Sorry, but these Monstrosities aren’t welcome here.” Spoke one voice, “See to it that this Abomination is removed from here!” echoed another. “Orcs aren’t allowed to join the ISA, let alone Ologs.” came another. It seemed that no matter where Slog’s mind wandered he couldn’t escape the reality of it, they all hated him. He put his life on the line, he saved two humans and a child, he gave people laughs and large hugs, he was happy for all intents and purposes. He couldn’t understand why his heart was full of pain, as food was no longer the only thing he yearned for. For most of his life he was fed scraps and leftovers, left to sleep on dirt mounds in the heat of Krugmar.

 

     He was nothing.

 

     When he had arrived at Oren he learned the comfort of made beds, the pleasure of a warm meal in his tummy which was crafted with care and taste in mind. He learned of the great GOD of the land, the one who made all food in the world. But even then he wasn’t complete, not until he felt a love for someone rather than something. For him that person was Mariana Dubois. Although he didn’t fully comprehend the concept of a higher being such as GOD, or racked up debt by putting all his food on a tab since he saw someone say it and get free food, there was one thing the giant understood. 

 

     Love.

 

     As the gentleman in front of him explained that he was no longer permitted in the city, the Olog stormed off into a nearby shop nearly overflowing with these emotions that he couldn’t understand. It was all too complicated for him, the idea of joy, happiness, grief, and all other basic feeling with which he was unfamiliar. His heart ached with a metaphorical pain that could never be accomplished by any arrow or blade, it was the pain of never being able to see his friends again after being shown what true happiness was, life beyond eating food and fighting for the Orcs. He wanted to belong, he wanted to be free like the others around him. He wanted more to his feeble life. As his thoughts had finished racing he realized his body had already made its decision as the blood of raging war had coursed through his veins. He stood in the shaggy pawn shop holding a lumber axe, and donning armor made of junk and scraps. His heart went numb as the soldiers outside kept insisting to Mariana that he must leave. He could feel the blood pumping to his eyes, it whispering dark and evil things.

 

     “You’ll never see her again.” Whispered one.

 

     “ZLOG HAZ ENUF! ZLOG ZHOW LATZ MONZTER!” He screamed as his emotional blood rage consumed him.

 

     Screams echoed as he saw a his carnage began with a massive dent in the wall where his fist rested. He stormed out of the shop with the intent to kill, guards now surrounding him and taking formation with their swords drawn and two on their steeds. He was now beyond the point of return.

 

     “Why would anyone love a disgusting creature like you, you’re made for war and nothing else.” It spoke again, prodding at his conscious as if to lure him to the inevitable.

 

     He swung wildly, first at the horses, then to Captain Peter of the ISA. He landed a blow strong enough to shatter the man’s guard and force him onto his knees, the Captain wheezing as the very air was knocked out of him. Slog recoiled as the man he spoke to the day prior, the man who did not hate Orcs like the others, the man he held with respect for doing the right thing was now kneeling before the monster he became. Impressive as it was that the man was still able to move after being hit with such a blow, he stalled. Swords hacked off chunks of his hide and buried into his muscle, but he felt none of it. The pain in his heart was so great that not even a great sword could measure up. He turned to the nearest person and buried the lumber axe in his shoulder, nearly dismembering him, but they still stood, the collective force of the humans proving to be stronger as they stood together as one functioning organism to take him down. He was smacked by blow after blow, even a steed ramming him into the shelves of the shop he exited from, but none of it phased him. None of it could reach him.

 

     "They aren't your friends, they wanted you dead from the start." Whispered another.

 

     He finally felt something, not blades, nor arrows, nor fear. He felt cold. A cold liquid dripping down his back, and a sharp pain protruding through his spine. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t move his legs or arms. He panned his eyes around seeing men, women, and children all cowering in fear from what he had done. Men with swords, people who he once called friends were now filled with the intent to kill, and he could do nothing more to stop them as a metal spike from the building he had damaged impaled him in his lower spine. Among the crowd stood Mariana, he saw her silently screaming for them to stop, but he knew it was too late. He knew the damage had been done, and the corruption had won.

 

     “Zlog j-jus...” He grumbled, his vision beginning to fade after all that he had done. “Zlog wanu b-be luvd... Zl...”

 

    ”Don’t you get it, you big baby? Nobody ever loved you, nor will any God accept you.” It spoke for the last time, the secrets of war finally vanishing from his mind.

 

    “Zlog z-zo kold...” He muttered, his final breath taken.

 

    Although the soldiers had won the battle, Slog had won the war. His death would go to be a reminder of the corruption that banished him despite his overwhelmingly large heart of gold, despite his innocence the laws had mandated his destruction from the get go. His death would prove how little his efforts to be a good person and live comfortably meant to those in the seat of power.

 

     His death, would be the Key to Coexistence.

 

 

[Porkgasm 267]

Grume'Ogr feels sad at the loss of his Ogr brudda. He begins eating his emotions, the stockpiles of Krugmar growing low due to this.

[argonian 14254]

“Does the Duke of Helena have BLOOD on his hands? Find out in next week’s issue of the Barclay Bulletin!”.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Porphyre weeps

[EndCallCaesar 484]

Zarok’Ogr would begin rampaging in a near by forest, destroying trees and killing wild animals for sometime before falling to his knees, tears rolling down his face from his bloodshot eyes as he chews on some animal-cartilage and twigs.

[Tis_Destiny 18]

Ghorza would slump down in sorrow at the loss of her bruddah. But soon her sorrow would give-way to anger. How dare they destroy a precious life! It's not their place to decide who is animal and who is not, life is LIFE! She stood tall, a contemplative glint to her eyes. This crime would not go unanswered.