The Night of Blood
-This note has been transcribed from Orcish Tongue, by a Terrified Scribe and a shaky hand, into Common-
(OC, this is a transcription of what happened from Kragthak's perspective yesterday IG, I will describe the deaths he saw in great detail, if you are squeamish please do not read this)
Brothers and Sisters of The Orc Nation! a Great Tragedy has befallen us! Listen to KragThak'Gorkil The Mighty and heed my words well!
it all began, when we captured several elves. A Princess and a few people of importance. One escaped. Not unusual, some tend to slip away. We got two back to the city, and put them both in the cells. The one ransom went fine. We received payment, and freed the prisoner honorably, per the agreements. Only the princess remained in the cells. We went about our daily lives in the City. We smoked some cactus weed, then a fight for the position of Nob was announced. We gathered in the Rex's Palace, to watch the klomp,
the count down: "ASH"...
..."DUB"...
..."GAHK"...
..."KLO-UAUAGHGHUAHG!" the Orc was cleaved almost in two, by a Dwarf no less.
suddenly there were Elves and Dwarves everywhere, all full clad in plate armor, and bristling with strong steel swords. You could hear the metallic sound of the clinking of their armor. You could see the glint in the moon light. We had all stored our Gear for the Klomp. No one was armed. We waited to hear demands, we waited to hear a purpose, but all we heard was "-smirk-...kill the Orcs." The Brothers in the arena scattered in a standard Orc formation, myself among them. I found myself inside the Rex's Palace. So i began sneaking. I realized the War this would cause, and I set out to make sure as many Orcs as possible got out of the city that day, so that our force would be strong when we went to pay them back for this atrocity. I began sneaking out of the castle listening for "civilized" men. I heard Rumblings, but im Certain as Krug i recognized at least two voices. I heard the voice of Hiebe the dwarf, and the voices of several elves. as I snuck out of the Palace, I grabbed bread and steel ingots from an open chest to prevent the "Rescue" party from looting it. As I quietly made my way to the door (no simple task for an Orc) I saw Nazakk bleeding out on the sands. he was cleaved across the ribs, and cut cleanly, his upper torso hanging on by a few strips of flesh, the organs inside had rolled out of him, pulled by gravity and into the sands. there was something else however. something that will stick out in this Orcs mind for years and years to come. This Orc, this Brother of mine, whose blood had been spilt dishonorably, was not yet dead. he lay on the ground in agony, unable to speak or even so much as grunt. His wound left him separated from his lungs. His eyes, looked up at me, and he opened his mouth in a silent howl. he looked at me, very urgently, and seemed to be saying one word: “….Brud..Brudd-ah..” Even unto death, this Orc was my Brother and that brotherhood was so great that when he knew he was crossing from Azulon to the Spirits World, he thought of us, fellow brothers. I could barely contain my pure rage. Orc Blood was spilt upon Orc Lands. My vision went a blazing red, then glowing orange, then white, and bright as the sun, my vision determined to match my fury. but I maintained. I kept hold of my sanity and my thought. I took that burning fire and forced it into the furnace of my mind. I fueled myself, and I knew that I must live that day, that I may kill many many many more Dwarves and Elves another day. I stalked through the city, keeping from sight, and making nary a sound. I pulled several wounded Orcs to a local Goblin camp outside the city. Each time going back in I saw more slaughter and none of it honorable. I returned to the city, once again, creeping along ledges and building tops, watching the madness unfold. there was no logic to it, no sense, just death. I saw Shuur run into a building and heard his Deathhowl, a call an Orc only gives when they die, then, the thud of steel biting flesh again and again. I dragged another Runt from the City, trailing blood. the Orc moaned in pain and I klomped his head “Shud dah skah up Cub, do latz wun uz to be herd?” The Goblin camp began filling up, and I wasn’t sure how many more Orcs I could save. I went back into the City anyway,to at least count the fallen. There I saw Marggbog sprinting. There were numerous men behind him, at least 14, all of them drawing bows. they loosed half-aimed shots, getting a bearing on their surroundings, and Margbogg charged with renewed vigor, howling “ GLOZUG VOTAR!.” then I looked to where he was running. the Jabbernack. He began untying the ropes holding the great beast down just as arrows came flying in. He climbed up onto the Epic beast and shouted “LATZ BI FL-.. MARG..BO..G.. Z..HUU..T..”then, as the Jabbernack reared back, the arrows struck. Too many to count. Riddling his flesh. He slowly slipped from the saddle, and to the ground, and I watched it happen, as if in slow motion.
As he hit the ground, the Jabbernack came down, and stomped him; plunging the arrows into his flesh, and ripping his skin with a sickening sound. I could see his eye bulge once, and then he went limp.
I bowed my head briefly, then continued on into the City. I searched everywhere, but found only bodies. Eventually, the outsiders left. We slowly came back into our home, it and us drenched in blood of our brothers.
I looked up at the sky, hoping for rain in the desert.
