A Tale of Orcs

[Panashea 3326]

(Greetings orcs and anyone reading this message! I've decided to be more active on the forums, so why not tell a tale? I'm going to write a short story about my two orcs in particular, Narshtag, and

Kugar. It's going to be in first person and i doubt i'm going to speak in orcish even if my character is talking to an orc, for simplicity sake. I'd love to also add other characters to the story as this is taking place in Aegis, Asulon,and 2.5 map (I don't know the name.) I'm a decent author, but i haven't published a book yet. I'm not perfect, but i want you to enjoy my writing. If you want me to add a character to the series, message me information on it. But know, lets begin the tale.)

I gingerly peeked around the corner. The guards had fallen into my trick, but it wouldn't last long. I slumped down on the side of a stone wall, struggling to pull out one of the arrows in my chest. I groaned in pain, the arrow was lodged in deep. I heard a far away guard shout and i began to sprint off. Then blood from my arrow wound dripped down the roads i traveled. I was too weak to run any longer. I barely reached the outskirts of Khuldas, an elven town a couple miles off from Malinor. I had pissed off the wrong group of guards that afternoon. I spun around, brandishing my father's iron longsword. Five guards all around me, tightly grasping swords and axes. I grinned, twirling the sword. I muttered a few words, " Suw iz diz wun on wun ur latz gunna be skahin idjits and rush mi?" The guards chuckled and shook their heads. " Idiot orc, you will die here,by our blades," The head of the guards responded and with that they all charged at me. I ducked under the two guard's initial swings, slicing one's rib and elbowing the other. They both hopped back, revealing two more guards. I struggled to block and dodge their slices, but no avail. By the end of their strikes my face was cut up and my body was bleeding. The final guard appeared, rushing at me when i was weak. The leader was much skilled then rest of the guards using feet and sword to fight. He smashed the back of his into my rib. I shouted out in pain and froze. He had stabbed me through the stomach. I curled over the sword, coughing blood. He pulled the sword out and i immediately fell to the ground. I struggled to get up but a another stinging slice to the back of my legs brought me to my knees. My vision was getting hazy. I felt a kick to my ribs and i rolled to the side, spitting more blood from the wound. I could barely hear the guards talk. I heard mumbles before i felt a shadow over me make all the pain numb and my vision go black. I awoke, in a desert with nothing but gold sand, instead of the bland yellow sand of Sanjezal. I looked up. An orc was looking at me. An eye was covered with a patch and he was much greener than any orc I've ever seen. I still knew who it was though. Krug. He spoke to me in a raspy voice. " Suw Narshtag, latz skahed up."

I hoped you enjoy the mini part of the story. Please point out details, corrections or any mistakes. i'd love to improve. Thanks for reading

[Panashea 3326]

I appreciate the amount of readers. Please leave a comment about what i should fix, and should i continue?