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Thoughts of the past

Started by Gridish, February 20, 2014, 12:52:50 AM

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Gridish grunts as he looks at his bruised lower torso. "Ghrm.. seems to be healing fine." He lifts his shirt up even further to inspect the scars he received during his Om'Riggor. He stares at them for quite a while and gets lost in his own thoughts.


Gridish goes back to where it all started. He remembers the day like it was yesterday. As a young orc doing some chores for his mother, while hearing some low chatter about some weird powered artifacts were found on a scout patrol. He rushed over to his mother, where he'd find his dad and his older brother. He told them about the artifacts.
His brother and his dad both laugh, since it was their patrol that found them and they told him about them, how they came from this magical city named Dalaran. After hearing about this he asked more people in the clan about Dalaran. After a couple of weeks he had made his choice, he went in to his mother and father's hut and told them with all the certainty in the world: " I'm travelin to Dalran. "


Gridish snaps out of his thoughts and pulls his shirt back down. He looks around, grabs his sword and leavss the main hall. It's a late and quiet night. He makes his way towards the lake behind the main hall and finds a spot to sit down. He stares into the calm lake that reflects the light of the night and his own face. He slowly slides back into his thoughts.


" Where the feck is this Dalaran place." A few weeks after departing the clan, Gridish seems to be lost. He's in rather dense woods, trying to find his bearings. So now and then he'd hear a branch break behind him. In a scared reflex he'd grab the small wooden dagger he had made while on his journey, then he'd realise he's in the woods and that those noises are probably animals. After a while the density of the woods seems to be decreasing, and shortly after he found a road. Gridish started following the road, in the hopes of finding Dalaran. Before he found anything, two human scumbags approached the young orc. They were well armed and didn't seem to care about the orc's age at all. Gridish readied his little wooden dagger, not knowing what to even do with it. As one of the humans moved into position to attack, Gridish closed his eyes and made himself smaller, waiting for death to meet him. However nothing would happen to Gridish. Gridish opened his eyes and looked up. The two humans layed on the ground, little puffs of smoke coming from both of their chests. Gridish looked around him very scared. A shadowy figure appeared in front of Gridish and the young orc passes out.


Gridish shakes his head and grunts as the mirror image ripples in the lake. Raindrops start falling from the skies as he looks up. Gridish sighs and takes shelter under a tree near the lake. He sits down and inhaes deeply. Gridish loves the smell of calm rainy spells. He closes his eyes again and dwells off again.


As months have passed, Gridish is casting cute little arcane poofs. He sighs at every attempt " I want an arcane blast like my teacher's before he returns..." As Gridish's thoughts finish, he hears the door of the house open, then close. Gridish rushes to his seat and continues eating, acting like he was doing that all along! His teacher walks into the room and stares Gridish down " You weren't eating.. were you?!?" Gridish pulls a sad face and slowly shakes his head. His teacher responds with a smile and a snicker. " don't worry young one, I'm impessed with your drive and your passion.. I've got a gift for you." He holds a dusty old book out to Gridish. Gridish looks and inspects the book without touching it. As Gridish's face gets close to it, the book pops up out of the teacher's hands and starts screaming "UGLY UGLY CREATURE! GET IT AWAY FROM ME BEFORE IT KILLS ME WITH IT'S HORRIBLE LOOKS!!!!" Gridish jumps up, and searches for a place to hide. Gridish's teacher laughs softly " Gridish, this is Lofty."


Gridish snickers softly " Lofty.. " he opens his eyes againd and looks around. Gridish notices the rain has stopped and he gets up to move once again. This time he seeks out the pyre. Nobody is sitting at the pyre as it's rather late at night. Gridish sits down while grunting. He forgot his lower torso was still bruised, that hurt a little. He rubs his lower torso softly while gazing at the pyre.


" Jees Gridish! You are bad at this! It's like you are a beginner?" Lofty laughs while he's tormenting Gridish. It's been a couple of months since Gridish and Lofty departed from Dalaran. At this point Gridish was training while searching for his brother. The orc and the booklet found theirselves in Bilgewater Harbor. " this place looks like shit, what are we doing here???" Gridish grunts and attempts to ignore Lofty and his questions, however he's doing a piss poor job at it as he seemingly runs into a little goblin " OI! Watch where ye walking! I need to prepare this orc boat for their trip to pandaland or somethin like that!!!" The goblin runs off in a hurry while giving Gridish the finger. Gridish peers at the goblin and follows him. He reaches the docks and looks around. A strange orc approaches him " And who might you be?" Gridish looks at the orc and raises an eyebrow, but then introduces himself " Doomshout... the name sounds familiar.. Oh well, I'm Sadok."


Gridish gets tapped on the shoulder and he looks up. As he looks up he notices it's early morning. He looks at who tapped him on the shoulder and smiles.
Gridish Rimeweaver