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The Oathbound.

Started by Ragaresh, November 09, 2009, 01:34:38 PM

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Ragaresh

Sweat dripping down his face Koira looked past the campfire at the Chieftain who was asking the one handed orc next to him to shed blood for the tribe.. with the tribe. They had just assaulted a night elf base west from the mainland of feralas after running and killing random camps of pigmen and centaurs and humans aswell all the way from crossroads. He felt glad he could still keep up, eventhough his knee ached still.

He looked at the one handed orc next to him who was holding the knife in his mouth, making a cut to his palm. This orc was ready to follow the tribe in to battle with only one arm! He felt ashamed of the thought, that the one handed man would somehow be less of a challenge to the enemy. He quickly shook off this thoughts, this orc had propably seen more battles than he would ever see and missing a limb would surely not reduce his vigor to fight. He actually started to admire the orc, eventhough he barely knew him.

Around the camp some of the older orcs, older amongst the ranks of tribe were holding off the nightelves that jumped from the shadows, trying to suprise them. To hold a ceremony at the heart of the enemys regiment. He chuckled in his mind.

Lost in his thoughts he suddenly relized the one handed orc was offering him the knife that was still dripping with blood. He took the knife and the chieftain asked him if he was ready to join the tribe in blood so to say...

A moment he pondered and glanced at the orcs around him. On his right there was an orc with only one hand and to his left was a shaman who did not enjoy slaughtering and she held a respect for the old ways. Yet both of them were willing to follow the tribe in battle. He took no second thoughts before he acknowlodged the chieftain that he would shed blood with him. He nodded to himself as he watched his blood drip from his palm to the fire between them. He had taken an oath bind by blood.


((Thought i'd write a small story about the event we had last night, was strange to write the first orcish thing ever, having been undead for nearly four years ^_^))

Kozgugore

IC:

BLUD!


OOC:

Blud!

And on a small side note, nice to see a story even about smaller events! Nice one!
Kozgugore Feraleye - Chieftain of the Red Blade

Mazguul

(( Awwww, now that's a really nice story :) Thank you for sharing it ))
There be more than four elements, there be five! Folk always ferget the element o' SURPRISE!!!