02-27-2008, 08:15 AM
((this is the story of Tutelary))
*laying near the toem next to practice swords, axes, and other various weapons lays a book with a Leather binding that has blood stains on the cover.*
*the pages seem to be written in orcish but without the normal orcish sloppyness when writeing*
I write this journal to remind myself what I have lost and what I fight for. When I was young I was kidnaped by a goblin slave lord named Baron Galvan while in his "service" I discovered my great stubborness for whitch constantly got me into trouble. I was constantly getting beaten by his enforcers for refuseing to do my job and even for attacking some of his guards life there was terrible and one day after I had nearly beaten one of his personal guards to death in front of him with nothing more than a serving tray the Baron decided I was no longer worth keeping around so he drew his sword and came at me. The first blow I almost dodged but he caught my cheek with the tip of the blade, which left the scar that is still visable today, I used the Serving tray as a shield to deflect his blows then I over came him with my strength and thrust his blade out of his hands. I used my serving tray to hit him over the head and rushed for the blade when I turned around he was bareing down on me so I lunged with the blade running it through his heart in an instant he was dead and I was sitting there shakeing at what I had done.
Moments later the door burst open from one side of the room and the Barons enforcers came through they saw me with his sword bloody and his dead body laying on the floor and moved to grab me so I dashed away through the door on the other side of the room still clutching the sword. They gave chase but I escaped with the help of some of the other slaves which I had mad friends with I ran from the house which none of us had ever been allowed to leave and realized that I was on an island I was traped. I almost lost hope then and there but then I saw to the west of the island land the coast to some plained area so I jumped into the water and swam to land.
Several hours past with me wandering those plains and I could hear the enforcers tracking me with their wolves I continued to run till I spoted a group of something I feared even more.....I saw the green skined orcs who I had been told helped the trolls almost destroy my homeland once I had never seen an orc myself but the storys I heard of them left me trembling in fear till I heard the shouts from behind me. I turned the enforcers had found me armed with just my stolen sword I knew I didn't stand a chance but I could not run anymore so I turned and faced them. They came in blades raised ready to cut me down in a second and I stood ready to kill as many of them as I could some might have called it bravery some might have called it stupidity but nontheless it is what saved me that day for when I went to strike at them I saw an arrow sprout from the closest ones head and he fell without a second step then a huge grey skined and haired orc sprang from the side weilding two axes and proceeded to slay the ogres and goblins with no energy wasted each hit did damage every blow maimed or killed he was a masterfull warrior. And then I remembered no more I passed out.
I awoke a night after a whole day since the battle with the enforcers I sprang awake and looked around there were trolls with their bows leveled at me I couldn't help but think it was funny that they would find me a threat after all I was barely of age to start any magical or ranger training. I looked at my arms that now had their wounds bandaged she then looked up to see the grey skined orc siting and stareing at me. "Whats your name?" he asked me. I was so taken aback by the fact that he could speak common perfectly that I forgot my name for a second. "Uh....Umm.....Vel-Velendra Bal'lastare." I said to him he pointed to the simpley cooked peice of boar meat and some water and told me that his name was Grazak Bloodblade and that he was an ex-blademaster of the Dragonmaw Clan. Over the next several hours he explained to me about the orcs and the new horde he also told me that I was currently in the barracks in a new land they had found named Kalimdor. I was shocked by the fact that I was now in the land ruled by the Kal'dorei that had sentanced my kind into exile so many years ago I asked how and why they had come to this place and he told me simpley. "The new Warchief Thrall was told that the lands of the east were soon to become very dangerous so he freed all the orcs he could find and stole some boats to bring us here that is after some nasty dealings with murlocs on a isle where we met our troll friends here" Pointing his head at the troll guards standing by the door. I requested that he teach me as much about useing a sword and to see if I could get some transportation back to the Eastern Kingdoms because if what he said was true then my home and family would be in danger.
((more to come.))
*laying near the toem next to practice swords, axes, and other various weapons lays a book with a Leather binding that has blood stains on the cover.*
*the pages seem to be written in orcish but without the normal orcish sloppyness when writeing*
I write this journal to remind myself what I have lost and what I fight for. When I was young I was kidnaped by a goblin slave lord named Baron Galvan while in his "service" I discovered my great stubborness for whitch constantly got me into trouble. I was constantly getting beaten by his enforcers for refuseing to do my job and even for attacking some of his guards life there was terrible and one day after I had nearly beaten one of his personal guards to death in front of him with nothing more than a serving tray the Baron decided I was no longer worth keeping around so he drew his sword and came at me. The first blow I almost dodged but he caught my cheek with the tip of the blade, which left the scar that is still visable today, I used the Serving tray as a shield to deflect his blows then I over came him with my strength and thrust his blade out of his hands. I used my serving tray to hit him over the head and rushed for the blade when I turned around he was bareing down on me so I lunged with the blade running it through his heart in an instant he was dead and I was sitting there shakeing at what I had done.
Moments later the door burst open from one side of the room and the Barons enforcers came through they saw me with his sword bloody and his dead body laying on the floor and moved to grab me so I dashed away through the door on the other side of the room still clutching the sword. They gave chase but I escaped with the help of some of the other slaves which I had mad friends with I ran from the house which none of us had ever been allowed to leave and realized that I was on an island I was traped. I almost lost hope then and there but then I saw to the west of the island land the coast to some plained area so I jumped into the water and swam to land.
Several hours past with me wandering those plains and I could hear the enforcers tracking me with their wolves I continued to run till I spoted a group of something I feared even more.....I saw the green skined orcs who I had been told helped the trolls almost destroy my homeland once I had never seen an orc myself but the storys I heard of them left me trembling in fear till I heard the shouts from behind me. I turned the enforcers had found me armed with just my stolen sword I knew I didn't stand a chance but I could not run anymore so I turned and faced them. They came in blades raised ready to cut me down in a second and I stood ready to kill as many of them as I could some might have called it bravery some might have called it stupidity but nontheless it is what saved me that day for when I went to strike at them I saw an arrow sprout from the closest ones head and he fell without a second step then a huge grey skined and haired orc sprang from the side weilding two axes and proceeded to slay the ogres and goblins with no energy wasted each hit did damage every blow maimed or killed he was a masterfull warrior. And then I remembered no more I passed out.
I awoke a night after a whole day since the battle with the enforcers I sprang awake and looked around there were trolls with their bows leveled at me I couldn't help but think it was funny that they would find me a threat after all I was barely of age to start any magical or ranger training. I looked at my arms that now had their wounds bandaged she then looked up to see the grey skined orc siting and stareing at me. "Whats your name?" he asked me. I was so taken aback by the fact that he could speak common perfectly that I forgot my name for a second. "Uh....Umm.....Vel-Velendra Bal'lastare." I said to him he pointed to the simpley cooked peice of boar meat and some water and told me that his name was Grazak Bloodblade and that he was an ex-blademaster of the Dragonmaw Clan. Over the next several hours he explained to me about the orcs and the new horde he also told me that I was currently in the barracks in a new land they had found named Kalimdor. I was shocked by the fact that I was now in the land ruled by the Kal'dorei that had sentanced my kind into exile so many years ago I asked how and why they had come to this place and he told me simpley. "The new Warchief Thrall was told that the lands of the east were soon to become very dangerous so he freed all the orcs he could find and stole some boats to bring us here that is after some nasty dealings with murlocs on a isle where we met our troll friends here" Pointing his head at the troll guards standing by the door. I requested that he teach me as much about useing a sword and to see if I could get some transportation back to the Eastern Kingdoms because if what he said was true then my home and family would be in danger.
((more to come.))