marimbamonk 1501 Share Posted March 23, 2012 If you have not already, read the post before this which directly comes before the events in this one. Click anywhere on this sentence... Drakinroth stands before an increasingly infuriated audience of orcs, with a dash of adrenaline pumping everyone who heard his past speech. While they spewed more hostility and contemplation to him, Drakinroth zoned out and thought deeply, almost meditatively. Who am I? he asked himself. He rubbed his iron jaw, feeling nothing but the cold touch of a once alive muscle, and the soulless dents of scratches on it. He felt across his face, where a scar was embedded, permanently reminding him of the days as a slave, and blinding his right eye. Various scars lined his chest and back, from whippings by crude, human slavers. Finally, he felt his right arm. A hand was absent, chopped off as a punishment of dishonor. But the one and greatest flaw Drakinroth held was the one thing some, other than orcs. revered him for; his whitewashed brain. Still zoned from the clammer and bustle of the orcs in front of him, arguing over what to do with him, Drakinroth continued thinking. These orcs, no matter their feeling towards him, were his family. Fighting with his brothers, for honor, and feasting directly after. It kept him alive; spiritually and physically. But years in human territory, and in the Ascended, even, washed his orcish traditions astray, into the ocean of lost memories. He wanted to see the orcs prosper into the future, very much so he wished. But with his current mentality, he could not do it. So many memories, so many things that could not be simply wiped. Or could they... Drakinroth raised his hands and the orcs reluctantly stopped their discussion. They were awaiting any last words before they would tear me apart, he thought. "Orcs," he says, now in human language, "I have thought while you have been discussing. I wish deeply to be a part of your primal and festive traditions and honor. But, as we both know, we cannot do that with my history; my brain. You have always made me feel a part of you, even if that link has severely began to sever within the past years. "I propose now a risky and insane idea. However, it is in my wishes now, and I hope that perhaps it will benefit you. "Wipe me of my memory; klomp me until I don't remember anything about anyone; perhaps experiment in surgery, and remove that part of my brain. Make it so, if you wish. Once I cannot recollect any whitewash memories, implant me with your strongest enhancements, weapons, or experiments. I wish to become a crude brawler, an unstoppable wall of stupid muscle for the orcs; a fierce wall of muscle, iron, and scars taught only to serve you and your traditions, forever and always. It is my deepest wish. "Replace my tusks with that of the sturdiest boar; my blind eye with glowstone so that I may lighten a dark battlefield, my severed hand with a scythe to slice our enemies to smithereens. "However, I understand the risks. When you wipe my memory, I might not even be able to speak, walk, or move again. You might wipe out everything I know about orcs, but accidentally leave my whitewashed memories. And if you choose to experiment upon me, I may surely die, or become even more injured. But, alas, I have nothing to lose. You will always feel home to me; so I am sacrificing my body and spirit as a war machine, a charging abomination on the warfield." "Contemplate this, brothers. I have nothing to lose but a useless past." I wish for the orcs to transform me into a frankenstein. Physically wipe me of my whitewashed ways and make me into a dumb, gutteral wall of muscle, seemingly unstoppable on the battlefield. This would be an interested twist in role-play, and I believe the first time a frankenstein-like character was introduced to the game. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
XkynarethX 109 Share Posted March 23, 2012 ((Frankenstien was a scientist. Frankenstiens creation was the being thee speaketh of. Get your facts right. :mrgreen:)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ned Lud 1260 Share Posted March 23, 2012 Ned Lud'Gorkil twists his facial muscles up into a knot, deep in thought, as he contemplates what is being suggested. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blawharag 277 Share Posted March 23, 2012 <Grunts dismissively> The Shaman could do this, but we wouldn't. You see us as mindless killing machines, abominations that charge around on the battlefield without a thought in our heads. The fact that you perceive us as such and you desire to become this further testifies to your weakness. Wiping your memory would be the easy way. If you wish to become Orc, than YOU must overcome your weakness, not the Shaman. YOU must learn to be strong. We will not do it for you. Weakness must be overcome, and if you cannot overcome it you only deserve to be culled. We will not give you an easy way out. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_pok_ 1768 Share Posted March 23, 2012 When Drakinroth raised his arms, he assumed most Orcs were actually listening to him but none really were, they were going about their conversations. Pok is talking to Gromgok when Drakinroth begins to speak. He turns around and looks at Drakinroth, he snarls and points at the grunting Nroca who is still rubbing his ass from the foot that Pok had shoved up it earlier. "Zhud de skah up er lat ged dat, ah wurned lat!" He begins to approach Drakinroth with a wide grin, he puts on a diamond spiked boot and continues walking toward Drakinroth, he motions for the other Orcs to follow him. "Led teezh diz skaha agh lezzun!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acornlad 206 Share Posted March 23, 2012 Whu duz diz Uruk skaher tink we are? We nub ere tu klomp every skaher dat different den uz! Dey all wud be flat by now if we did dat. Lat deserve nubting but tu suffa through dis world dat lat hayt su much. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_pok_ 1768 Share Posted March 23, 2012 Whu duz diz Uruk skaher tink we are? We nub ere tu klomp every skaher dat different den uz! Dey all wud be flat by now if we did dat. Lat deserve nubting but tu suffa through dis world dat lat hayt su much. Chuckles and points at Nroca "Eh! Peep whu hab attytude change! Eurhurhur! Ah guezz ah nub zhuve fuut ub lat azz diz tyme.." Frowns since he can't kick Nroca in the ass but then grins knowing that he taught him a lesson Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Danny 2232 Share Posted December 3, 2012 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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