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A father's Lament.

Started by Lomrak, August 03, 2012, 12:31:11 AM

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Lomrak

Uldum. A place wrapped in war. War with itself, war with the sands and with the elements. Nothing but war.

"What the fel am I doing here?"
"What sort of a question is that, boy? We know why you are here. You are here because this is your place. You were born into hardship. You will do well in this land."
"What if I am tired of war?"

Lom'rak rose, leaving the campfire and heading west towards the edge of the oasis. Skorm followed. Together they stood, eyes upon the shifting sands below.

"Tired of war? What sort of talk is that, for any orc?"
"Are you not? War took you and my mother. It took my brothers, my sister.. My woman. Is it wrong for me to say that I have had enough?"

The figure at his shoulder paused, words failing him. A hand upon Lom'rak's shoulder said it all.

"There is only honour, boy. These are the words my father taught me. The words I taught you. Honour is all that matter to anyorc. You should know this."
"Aye. I do."
"So then, boy, why are you here?"
"To honour you. To honour the souls of my ancestors and the dead whom follow me still, even as you do. To honour my tribe and the new family it has become."
"It is a good tribe, my son. You will do well here. They will come to see your worth as I did, when you were but a stripling cub learning the ways of steel and blood. Honour them. They will honour you in turn."
"Yes, father."

Lom'rak took one last look out at the sands, before making his way back through the dark to the fire. Skorm watched him go, and then turned his gaze to the west.

"A weight rests upon him. A doom he has yet to understand. It will find him, in time. Let us hope that it finds him ready."
"He is your son, Skorm. He will be ready."

The she-orc stood beside her husband, and a host of shades with her. A multitude of the ancestor spirits. Of Lom'rak's ancestors. Ever would they watch him, and ever would their souls weigh down upon his own.

((Just a short little thing about Lom and his current state of mind. I will go into the whole thing to do with his father and the spirits at a later date, maybe in a campfire RP session, maybe in more writings. We'll have to wait and see.))
A wise orc will not try to spread his wisdom amongst monkeys.

Thrash'Nak

Loved it, can't wait for more. ^^ And just a side note.. i'm just amazed by so many whos writing, its bloody amazing! Keep up the work Lom'rak, and anyone who reads this. :) Nice read.
Nothing comes easy, and besides nothing easy is worth having.

Kozgugore

Indeed, very interesting to keep reading more and more about all these orcs all of a sudden! Keep them all coming!
Kozgugore Feraleye - Chieftain of the Red Blade

Vilirok

Somehow, I only just saw this. Very nice indeed! Have an internet! ;D

Grekthar

For a moment I'd thought some kind of timewarp had happened to the cub xD
Very nice read.

I feel like I'm the only sane one in this Tribe. And I have four elementals living in my skull!