So There He Lay...

[Monkey 62]

Varag fussed about his things moving crates full of redstone from his den to his new workshop behind the farm. It was a happy thought being able to finally work with some goblins on the same level of intelligence as him. The howl of wolves could be heard in the distance. Varag looked up to see the moon hanging silent above him. On his third trip he passed Jarkarll with Jutra on his shoulder, as Varag muttered 'Ug' Jarkarll merely pushed him out of the way and entered their house slamming the door shut. Varag sighed and carried on past him carrying a crate of his precious items...

He continued hauling redstone all through the night until it had all been moved, now that all of the red powder was gone he could actually see his old things in his chest. At the bottom of of one he found a bundle of rags holding a few items he held most dear; a burnt out redstone torch, a ragged doll and a pair of small metal cuffs.

The torch was the first ever torch he had found in a gutter in Sanjezel. He had almost forgotten the old world and memories came flashing back to him. He had used the torch to repeatedly shock his cousins and it brought him great amusement but when he matured a little he began discovering its true nature in how it can be used for the nations advantage. This one single torch is the reason he was the person he was, his knowledge came from studying this single torch and now it had been reduced to a stick with a clump of rock on the end... Just like the others, it was nothing special.

The doll was given to him by his first 'step' Momo in the early days of her being in the war nation. He had torn the head off and one of the arms was missing. It had began to rot by now and it fell apart as Varag held it in his hands. He turned to the fire and threw it in. She never understood orcish cubs anyway. It sizzled for a while and then burned in the fire.

Now the cuffs had come a long way. These were the cuffs that his father found him in when he was just a boy. Varag was the son of Mogroka and an elven mistress of his. When she became pregnant Mogroka banished her to the desert. She stumbled through the desert and was found by a caravan of humans. They took her in and fed her. She gave gave birth to a small baby goblin the next day and the humans all stood around frightened. His mother died giving birth to him and the humans treated Varag like scum for 8 long years. He always wore a pair of metal cuffs and was chained to the back of one of the caravans. He finally got away from them by breaking the chain of the caravan in the night and silently slaughtering the humans as they slept. He traveled through the desert some time til he was spotted by an Orc on the walls of the Gorkil town. He was met by Mogroka whoes features matched and took him in as his son knowing who he was.

So he had come a long way through his life he thought. He threw the torch into the fire and hung the cuffs up on the wall. As he continued rummaging through his possessions he found a small sack of cocoa beans that he had been meaning to give to Jutra in thanks for all her food. He hung the sack over his shoulder and made his way to Jutra and jarkarlls Burrow as he came down the steps the pitter patter of steps could be heard above their burrow... He looked up rest the sack on the ground and went up for a closer inspection. A wolf stood their tearing one of the farms sheep apart, it looked up at Varag and darted towards him, jumping on him and causing him to fall back off the edge on to the sack of bean beneath them. The sack exploded and the wolf gnawed at Varags arm as he tried to find his dagger at his belt. He pulled the dagger out and slashed at the wolfs belly. Both of their blood was all over them and Varag kicked the wolf up and attempted to run to his house but the wolf made a last final attempt to kill him and jumped towards him. He turned and, wide eyed, fell back as the wolf fell ontop of him, limp. He pushed the wolf off slowly, the dagger was lodged in its throat. He didn't realise how hurt actually was, his left arm and shoulder were torn open and blood poured out of him.. it was the dead of night and no one came when he called so he began slowly dragging himself to his house. He fell down the stairs and lay at thr bottom of the house breathing heavily. He look about his bedroom and pulled himself up the wall to hit the secret button hidden in the wall. The bed ed apart and he continued through sealing the passage behind him. He came to the work table and pulled himself up to the chair where he regularly came to draw in his diary. He closed his eyes contemplating life. He slid of the chair and awoke for a second. He pulled himself up once more and threw all of his papers off of his table and pulled himself onto it.

So there he lay... bleeding... forgetting... dying...

[Danny 2232]

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