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Empty Skies.

Started by Murrah, January 15, 2013, 09:35:54 AM

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Murrah

Murrah lay'd on her back calmly, looking up to the sky. The Tribe was on exile. Some orcs were angry about this, but their pride did not give up for anger. Some of them were afraid because they had family. Murrah let the warm sun caress her skin, and still she felt cold. She listened what the tribe was up to silently, her left eye was healing slowly, lucky the knife only scratched her, and advantages of her "State" helped her to shrug off the injury.

Murrah sighed and moved her hands under her head and looked at them, everything altered again, she saw the dry blood and voices of the calm ocean changed to a voice which had haunted her for years.
Gaze now upon the lands below us Orc. The living scurries to undo my work, while Heroes  stands defiantly against us - a blemish upon them. They must all be shown the price of their defiance! Go Dreadwind and kill them
Yes my King. Death to the Living.


Murrah stood up, shaking her head violently and burrowed her face into her palms, trying not to cry as the memories tore her apart once again, she breathed heavily and muttered;
My life is my own, I have gained a new chance, I will redeem myself,  one does not need to stay as monster, I will regain the control of my soul. she breathed deep and looked towards the Orcs whom were doing what they did best. Murrah sighed, she felt home but she also felt outsider. They spoke to her as equal, but she could see some of their eyes flicker to her when she walked past them. No trust towards the dead, she was  against the nature and spirits. Some of them not giving her honor of her name. But everything would come on their own time.

She just needed to prove herself, again and again. She stood up and looked towards the drawing of the tribe. She calmly stood up and walked to it, rolling it up and moved it inside the ship to better protection from saltwater, maintaining it's quality with small tasks, oiling the skin and adding some powder over it to protect it from water and salt. Murrah smiled sadly to herself.

Maybe  if she was stubborn enough. The Orcs would notice her and, they would realize this time she would not be running away.


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Having a major back pain so I had to do something. So I give you. More insight of Murrah' mind.
“Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!”

Varagga

Loving these DK insight snippets!

Thrash'Nak

Nothing comes easy, and besides nothing easy is worth having.