minarichankun 83 Share Posted October 18, 2023 SCRAP 1902 - 1945 (43 years) Abandoned at the age of 4, thought to be too weak for an Ork she was left on the side of a road, by a stroke of luck or by GOD’s will she was found shortly after by her Human parents. They raised her until they passed away from old age during their continental voyage to Aevos. When she finally reached land, it took some time to get accustomed to her new surroundings, during this time she put into use her survival lessons passed down by her father. As time went by suddenly an unexpected growth spurt occurred during her early 20’s, a strange but a welcomed omen. She then wandered around the lands until she arrived at the Kingdom of Haense. Shortly after her arrival to the kingdom she met the reinmaren people of House Barclay. It was there where she found camaraderie with the Landers - the House Guards of the ruling family of Reinmar. She spent the next 18 years with the guard force. Defending the lands of Barclay and keeping the peace, none could match her strength except for the few exceptional humans within the warrior class. Her most notable act of valor was being a part of the rescue guard force that helped defeat cultists who had kidnapped a royal of the Haeseni Kingdom. She found herself on her downtime honing her craft in the exquisite arts of baking pie, the warrior class of Reinmar and the civilian populace would occasionally smell the delicious scent of pie coming from the main kitchen within the guard house near the square. Throughout the years she grew fond of birds during her patrols,and marches. They reminded her of her caring parents after all these years. One could find her home to be a hot spot for viewing peaceful birds eating and drinking on a makeshift bird feeder. During her time in Haense she met an orc named Grog. He was determined to take her to the Horde - the main conglomerate of Orcs - seeing as Scrap had never been there. From there she met her first child Cob'Lur, a goblin child. A mischievous young goblin, always causing chaos and getting into trouble with her mother, but she was loved and cared for nonetheless. On occasion she would visit the Horde thereafter, she found herself wanting to understand more of her people, her culture, what she could have been raised in if she was taken in since birth. She found love during that time, an 8 foot Ork named Varn’Gorkil, reddish in color, it was love at first sight. After a year of courting, becoming life mates, she gave birth to the three beautiful ork children in the Kingdom of Haense. First came their oldest, Mudd, then a few years after came the twins Bink and Bonk. They were all raised by the love of Varn & Scrap, until one day Scrap gathered their children one night telling them the news that their mother will be leaving for a year. It would be the last time the Scrap family would commune together, the memory of that night will forevermore be burned into the children’s mind once the dreadful news reached them. On a quiet and peaceful night, Scrap bid her farewell to her friends and family as she announced the day before that she was heading off to explore and travel the lands of Aevos for a year. After almost an hour of goodbyes and “be safe”, she finally set off into the night following the paved road. After traveling a good distance away from the Kingdom she decided to find a spot to set up camp. In the span of a second, Scrap halted, she became tense, the air began to smell a most putrid stench of death. Her heart began to race as she slowly grabbed the pommel of her slayer steel sword as she eyed the path before her, the familiar sound of an armored retinue began to get louder, but the other sounds that came with it. . .sounded unnatural. .. it sounded undead. “THERE! CAPTURE THAT ORK NOW!” A familiar dark voice boomed, she squinted as she unsheathed her sword, what was before her was an armed retinue of undead. Scrap cursed under her breath before she prepared for battle, but she understood that this possibly might be her final stand. She gritted her teeth, cursing her luck as she dug her feet into the ground preparing for the incoming assault. Two undead warriors quickly bursted into a sprint running to her left and right while the dark undead knight approached from the front. From her point of view she witnessed the rest of the undead securing the flank, there was no hope of escaping, it was too late to run at that point they’d be able to easily catch up. She stepped forth shifting her weight as he began to swing towards one of the undead. “MI WILL RIP OUT LAT’Z THROATZ WITH MI TUZKZ” Her slayer steel sword would cleave and crack one of the undead’s shields, staggering him on his arse before another wild swing went for the undead to her right. “HURRY YOU FOOLS. WE HAVE NO TIME TO LOSE. BREAK THE ORK’S LEGS!” The short battle happened in a matter of minutes. Scrap managed to critically injure one of the undead but she soon was quickly overwhelmed by the combined attacks. Eventually the towering Ork Landser fell to her knees before being quickly chained.The dark armored undead approached her and reached out to grab her head with its decrepit skeletal hand, in a last ditch effort, Scrap would bite the hand of the darkstalker breaking off two fingers. The undead simply looked upon his now three fingers, before knocking her out with the pommel of its morning-star in prompt retaliation. For what seemed like moments for Scrap, a journey was made across Aevos to the presumably undead’s lair. The pungent smell of rotten flesh, the sound of screams and groans echoing the cave, the sinister feeling the area gave off that this place is not where the living should be. Scrap awoke tied next to a frantic maid, her clothes ripped and tattered, the young maid’s face bruised and an overwhelming amount of fear was displayed upon her face. Scrap looked around, she was surrounded by skeletal robbed things, there were monsters around her she could not describe, a caged seemingly demonic being hanging above them, trapped. She awoke to dark chanting, a ritual, and it seemed that the two were in the middle of a blood pentagram. Scrap understood what was going to happen, what her fate was, she turned to the young maid attempting to comfort her as she whispered to stay close. The horrified maid could only nod before understanding that these most likely will be her last moments in this world. Then it began. Scorching needle-like pain coursing throughout their bodies as three skeletal figures seemingly began to suck the life out of the two. The three decrepit hands smoldered in black smog, continuously draining the two. Their cheeks began to sink into their face, their skin becoming paler by the minute, they felt a sense of dread and tiredness. Scrap looked around one last time as the terrified maid was clinging to her. “Wub da Zkah……” The ork faintly said before falling unconscious due to the pain as their very life essence was drained from them in a steady stream of black magik. After a while a giant green orb floated above the two. The dark undead knight eyed it before a voice finally boomed throughout the cave. “RISE MY GENERAL, TAKE IT. ASCENSION IS UPON YOU!” [End] Spoiler [!] A blood stained chest could be found at the front gates of Reinmar. 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Petsch2k 1100 Share Posted October 18, 2023 [!] In the dark corner of a cavern an undead would seemingly watched the horde of undead below. It gripped the parchment. "NYEK NYEK NYEK!" it let out a sinister laugh. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turbo_Dog 1456 Share Posted October 18, 2023 (edited) Spoiler Absolutely awesome post. I’m sad I missed the rp and I’ll miss the Uruk. Can’t wait to see what else you have cooking up Edited October 18, 2023 by Turbo_Dog Uruk not a goblin 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zemzy_Oakheart 167 Share Posted October 19, 2023 The news of Scrap's passing had drifted through to Blume as she sat within the librarian's office, toiling away at how to word a missive for other occasion that had only made the woman's heart sink at the news. As she set the desk's quill down in solemn thought, she recalled the last time seeing the woman was back in her previous home; the orcess had asked her a favor that made her regret breaking down about now as Blume felt she'd failed a part of that side of the family. "I should've been there for her...." Blume muttered to herself in a lilted tone, the fireplace crackling softly nearby as it kept the room comfortably lit with its flickering flames licking away at the wood's bark. "..But I still see your family welcome in my eyes.... I should make sure to send Varn a letter before sending this missive to them as well...." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShyDisaster 102 Share Posted October 19, 2023 [!] The news of Scrap's death eventually reached Kretz'Ox in San'Brîu. Even though the events of her death were lost to Kretz, he could guess at least a bit about them. "She flat in a klomp, like a true uruk.." Too bad that didn't change the fact that she was dead and Kretz had lost yet another friend. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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