Walking Among The Dead (Done)

[Slic3man 484]

Gralka had been walking for days maybe even years, or so it seemed. Trudging through the snow that had somehow began to fall and cover the blood stained ground of his homeland, determined to avenge his parents for what happened to them.

"You, Stop there!" yelled a voice from afar.

Gralka turned staring at the man with utter anger. Gralka stayed silent below his hood, waiting for the man to continue speaking. "No hoods, you know the deal".

Gralka looked at him for a second then shook his head slowly to show he was not to abide. From there the human yanked at his hood and tore it off of his cloak immediately.

"Who are you?" Stood the man staring down Gralka.

Gralka was at least 1 foot over him and looked down on him. "None uv lat concerns" spat out Gralka as he shoved the man aside. Sprinted away with the man chasing him. They ran through the open plains until he finally lost him and looked back. "Skahin shara..." Whispers Gralka to himself.

He followed a slight trail that looked used by the feet of Orcs before. He followed the tracks and lead into a forest that was unknown among him. He was careful to stay alert, watching and eyeing the trees as if there were daggers pointing out of them all. He looked around, unsure of what to do. He grabbed a branch and climbed into a tree seeing a long, lasting, landscape of trees, but within the distance stood a large town much like Oren. He sat in the tree thinking of his next plan. sleeping that night in the tree covering himself with his cloak.

When Gralka awoken he shot up. Looking around as he did. He was no longer in a tree, but in a dark room with no walls.

"I gave you the green light awhile ago, Gralka." He heard a voice come from somewhere in the room.

Pain shot up his body going into his head as the words flung themselves at him like arrows. Yells and screams from friends that had died filled his ears as he spun around quickly to find whoever was doing this, but only saw nothingness. His head burned in agony. He saw his parents burning across the room and he fell on his knees, holding his head. Then he heard the chop of heads and he jumped up to his feet.

"You would be surprised, I'm unpredictable." The words ringing through his ears like a broken tape recorder.

"GU AWAY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

He drew his knife from under his cuff and thrust it forward. He began to fall forward and there he fell. he landed again with a thump but now it was at the bottom of the tree. Gralka looked around, knowing already what was that happened. The memories... they will always taunt and gloat at him. Etched in his mind was everything he hated, his life as it seemed. They torment him every waking second.

He began to walk off in the direction of the one city he saw. He will avenge his parents whatever the cost. No one is going to stop him, thought in his head. Put the knife back under his cuff and took close way to the trees to make sure he would not be followed, he is no longer the prey he thought. A group of guards walked to the side of him as he took cover behind a tree.

"Yes, we put those damned Orcs in the jails, no need to worry haha."

Spoke one of the guards to another.

He began following them in the direction of the city he saw, slowly making sure he wouldn't be caught. Not only did he knew they were here, they must be in jail. He continued stalking for almost hours until they came upon a type of gate.

"Captain Kahn." greeted the gatekeeper to one of the guards.

The gates slowly opened and let them in. Gralka had to think of some sort of way to get up, but how. He snuck around the gate and found a decent sized hole. Damned 'umies, nevah build gud defence. He thought through his head as he climbed under and right inside of a alleyway. The guards from outside walked through the street right outside of the alley. He climbed onto the house made of cobble like he had seen Thral do. stone by stone, pulling his way up. He jumped up and caught the roof end with his hand, just in time to pull himself up.

"Make sure the gates are sealed and no one gets in, no need to have more trouble then we have already." Spoke the Captain, proudly.

Gralka was ot concerned with his affairs or any of them, but his own. He quickly went from one building to the next looking for anything that would give him information. Some people had seen him but no matter, surely they wont tell the guards. He spotted a type of disturbance in the distance. Gralka ran across the roofs quickly and carefully to ensure he wouldn't fall. Down below he watched as a prisoner, an Orc, was being taken away in cuffs, guarded by two guards on the sides and one from behind.

"Ged off meh ya skahin shara!" yelled out the prisoner.

"Shut up else ye going to be beaten again!" barked a guard from behind the prisoner.

The Orc twisted around and lashed the man behind him, sending him twirling to the ground. the two guards pulled out some types of clubs and hit the Orc's knees sending a cracking noise through out the town. The Orc fell to the ground in pain as the guards kicked him onto his back.

"We told ye once we ain't going to say it again greenskin!" yelled a guard from the right.

At that moment the guards pulled out there swords and threw him and dragged him to the wall. Gralka watched curiously, not knowing what was to happen next. The guards pulled out their blades and diced the Orc, sending blood soaring throughout the air. The curdling yells of the Orc rose through the sky as the guards mercilessly slashed the figure into something far less unrecognizable.

"Drag him off to the body bog..." said the back guard, holding his back from the pounding the Orc left him with.

The guards dragged the body by the hands, leaving a blood trail behind them. Gralka stood solemnly staring at what happened then was off again. No need to rest on short notice, thought Gralka. Finding a ladder on the side of the building, Gralka climbed down into the groups of people lingering around the market. Slowly, surely he made his way through the market, looking for a tavern. Perhaps the owner would know more then I, thought Gralka. He found a sign with mug on it and walked in, scanning the bar for any rumors he could hear about.

"Did you hear those yells?" A man asked his friends as they walked out of the tavern.

A hefty man sat behind a bar, serving some ale to the men sitting around. Gralka lurked over and sat himself onto a chair, trying to look normal as he could. He raised his hand a bit as the tender rushed over to be of service.

"What can I get ye, Orc?" Asked the man.

"Rumors..." Spoke Gralka faintly, holding his head down.

"If anything, some greenskins were brought into jail awhile ago." said the man as he wiped the table with a dirty rag.

"Why dey in da jail?"

"Supposedly murder, who knows, the damned guards make up **** for everything these days..." said the tender with slight remorse.

"Aye, gimme an ale t' gu" Gralka said with deepness in his voice.

The tender gave him a thing that looked like a vial but bigger, with ale inside. Gralka nodded as he went on his way out the door, maybe check out the jailhouse. Gralka turned back asked for directions and was off yet again. Not far from the market lay the dungeon, to the right a graveyard. He heard yells come from the dungeon but didn't care much for it as he walked down the stairs. A man sat there across a surprisingly well furnished room. Lavished with wood carvings and a uniquely patterned rug covering the floor.

"What do ya wish here, Orc?" Spoke the keeper.

"See da prisoners?" Gralka said in reply.

"Aye, I'll be watchin' ya though." spat out as he clicked the key on the door and motioned for Gralka to step in.

He walked through and from nowhere the appearance was changed. the walled were cobble with moss covering the stone. A small blood trail led down the stairs. He walked down slowly so the keeper didn't start any issues with him. Then came the cells. Moaning and pleads for food came from them. He heard voices sounding ravished from time, sad voices. Gralka sipped some ale as he looked through the cells until he came onto one and stopped, staring wide eyed. He knew that face anywhere, no matter how young he was. He choked up a bit and tried to stay normal like.

"Who be diz wun?" Gralka asked.

"Old leader of some Orc clan, caught him trying to steal a child from his mum." Replied the keeper.

He covered his face trying to hide the pain on his face, remembering what this Orc had done to his family. The Orc lay there, sleeping peacefully, too peacefully. As if he were sleeping on the finest bed they could find, Gralka didn't like it. Gralka turned, and walked directly out of the jailhouse, not now, another time. He trudged back tot eh tavern, now knowing all he needed.

"'ow much am room?" spoke Gralka.

"10 minas my good sir" said as he held out his hand.

Tossed him the minas and walked into a vacant room, flipped a sign over so it said taken and rested for the night. Gralka had the same dream as the other night and the pain... continued to come. Continuing to torment him this time he saw a dagger, the one under his cuff. Gralka woke up in the afternoon, not caring for the time as much as he usually would. The dream, he is tired of the damn dreams! He marched his way to the jailhouse, shoving people aside. They stared at him as he stomped down the stairs.

"What now, Or- Hey!" yelled the keeper as Gralka lifted him off his chair into the air.

"Prisoners, Now!" Gralka yelled into the mans face, his eyes black as night, red swirling in and out.

"No! These are not visiting hours!" yelled the guard at Gralka.

Gralka looked at the guard, his memories burning him. Gralka pulled out his dagger and plunged it into the side of the man's neck.The man yelped but couldn't speak through the gurgling sounds. He tossed the keeper onto the floor and ripped the keys off of his body. He locked the jail doors and unlocked the cell room door. He kicked it open and ran down the stairs. The prisoners who were moaning were now silent, hearing the cracking of the door. Gralka walked through slowly, his teeth bared, searching for the right cell. When he had found it, the Orc was awake. d

"Who am- Oh skah... me knows dat face" said the prisoner.

"Gud me wan lat tu know who me am!" yelled Gralka, hearing banging on the door upstairs.

"Dun.. dun do dis...we make deal.. min-" the prisoner tried dealing.

"Shuddap!" screamed Gralka as he kicked the cell door off the hinges, knocking the prisoner to the ground.

"We can work diz out!" yelled the Orc.

"Nub, lat caused enuff pain, me nub gonna give ya even da slightest honorable def ya skah!" shouted Gralka, pulling out his blade.

"Nub, Lemme say me last words!" screamed the prisoner.

"Nub, lat will die by mine hand, nu tricks Gluuk!!" screamed as he pierced his enemy in the stomach.

Gluuk yelled in agony as he as stabbed. Gralka took the sword out looking at Gluuk, still alive. He grabbed Gluuk by the throat and rammed him against the cell wall. Gralka brought down his blade unto his arm, lopping it off. Gluuk screamed in agony. He pulled out the ale and broke it over the prisoner's head, glass flying into his skull. Gralka watched as the ale spilled over him. He held unto his hilt and flicked it off the ground, sending a spark flying onto the ale. Flames shot up onto Gluuk, sizzling sounds filling the room. Gralka did not care as he spun and lopped off his his head with his blade.

"Dat am fah mine parents!" yelled Gralka at the top of his lungs.

The door upstairs snapped open and guards came pouring in as Gralka ran out, looking back at the disfigured, charred body of the man who slaved him... murdered his parents...made his life a living hell. The guards were not read for when Gralka bashed through them all. He jumped for the door as a arrow hit his leg. he soared through the pain and continued running until he reaches the hole. Gralka slid through and ran as fast as he could, away from those memories and from his now resting enemy. He had done it... all these years. But his enemy has not stopped fighting him yet. The memories still torment him. Whether slumber or awake, his enemy is still considered the victor. Causing pain even as he is dead. When Gralka thought it safe enough to stop running , he surely did. He walked beyond those grasslands and was now on his way back to his new found home. It is not any better then what he had back there, but nonetheless, he is not a slave there, although shattered still not alone. Gralka looked behind him, he almost cries, but he knows better. Even though he is not with living beings, Krug watches upon him, he is the not victor in his eyes. His enemy still lives, oh so very alive, inside of Gralka's mind, the most vulnerable area he has...

[Slic3man 484]

~RESERVED~

((Gralka has not yet reaches this point in his journey but i thought it would be best for me to write it while it was still in my head. It may take some years in-game for him to come back.))

[Recklez 45]

O.o My god that was epic!

[Ugroth the Dunewalker 15]

Beautiful...

[Slic3man 484]

Thanks for the feedback. Didn't know it was that good. :grin:

[Austin 697]

good story bro

[Danny 2232]

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