Below the Moon and the Stars of Asulon, a small camp fire billows smoke into the sky. Around this small fire is an endless sea of tree stumps as far as the eye can see. Kragnak, alone lumbers like an ox through the spotted plain towards his fire, carrying wood.
Images and thoughts pass through his mind as he tosses chunks of wood into the fire, many blurred and faint. Kragnak plops into dirt beside the fire and beside his wood cutting axe, like a cub does when it is tired of attempting to walk. Rubbing his eyes, he mutters something under his breath. “Whu am me?”
Staring into the fire, Kragnak reminisces the first day he remembered.
Kragnak had woken up under an apple tree, a gaping hole in his chest oozing out his lifeblood. Around him all he could see was flattened grass and trees. A crude looking sword lay a few feet away from him, with blood on it. Was it his blood? He had no recollection of anything, where he was, what he had been doing, he had not even known his own name. The next thing Kragnak remembered he had tried to lean over and grasp the sword, his hand shakily clutching for it. Pain shot through his body from his chest wound, as he began to lean. Kragnak then had fallen onto his side, and let out a roar of pain. His face landed next to the wicked looking curved sword made of stone. He had noticed something etched into the hilt of the sword.. it looked like the name “Kragnak”. The word became imprinted into his being, his soul. He took the word as his name, the only thing he could clutch for to give him a sense of.. sentience.
Kragnak remembered little about the rest of his ordeal, he recalled limping through the woods as a wounded bear would, he had reached a home… taken bandages, eaten raw pig flesh, until he had reached a stump filled plain, the exact one he was in now.
The Shaman Boss Nel Thok had been his first contact with another orc, another being. He was generous and kind to Kragnak, had brought him into the refuge of the Strigzoi. Kragnak was so glad he could repay the Shaman through work as a lumberjack. Simple enough work, for a simple enough orc.
Realizing he is slacking at his job, Kragnak gets up, picking up his crude wood cutting axe and walks off in search of more trees to climb and chop down.
((Lemme know what you guys thought of it so far, it’s my first attempt at writing something about Kragnak! Maybe not my last depending if people enjoyed it.))