Chapter #3Orcish by: Unknown Orcs never got the credit they deserved, did they? Everyone thought of you as stupid muscle, as a senseless brute who meanders along and kills anything you lay eyes on. They thought of you as a stupid mook who, despite killing to live, was too weak to kill even the lowliest of "true" adventurers, and instead where destined to die by the blade of some spiffy young scallywag just learning the ropes of adventuring. That wasn't really fair, was it?
Your people had a complex pantheon of gods, a deep societal structure with a full code of laws, a fully fledged language system, your own system of morality that while different than other's systems was far more closely adhered to. All this and you didn't even have a written language, showing the true power of the Orcish brain! It's true that you and your people were a warrior race, and that you raided supply lines and towns for your sustenance, but they had put an unfair spin on things and never told your side of the story. The humans with their superior numbers and their dishonorable, uncivilized, and cowardly fighting methods (such as using disease against your people and poisoning your supplies of food and water) pushed the orcs to the brink of extinction, and the hypocritical elves burned your ceremonial homelands to inhospitable ash. The remaining band of orcs had to flee to the fringes of the elven woods.
Whereas before your people hunted pig and bull for food you now had to raid cities. Whereas before your people only attacked cities to prove the strength of newly elected chiefs and appease your fickle gods you now had to do so to frighten the other races away from making direct attacks against your encampments. They forced you into the corner and expected the orcs to die, but they held on and bravely persevered in the face of adversity, rebuilding your once mighty empire from mere ashes, but that story was never told...
It was true that your people weren't the smartest, but you weren't too proud to admit it. It's true that orc culture and sports were not very refined, but it's good to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. It's true that your usage of magic was limited to body augmentation, but that just made you tougher and more direct in battle.
You were a proud soldier, and respected in your clan. Your father had died gloriously in the heat of battle and during a domestic dispute you had decapitated your mother, her head (which you had kept living with magic to this day) now kept on podium in your hut as a constant reminder of your power. You were an only child, which was very rare in your society. Now, what are you? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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