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In the Wilds

Started by Srelok, December 08, 2016, 10:29:33 AM

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Srelok

I looked out over the plains of Durotar. We were only here for a few days, afterward we would continue our journey toward Northrend. So far we'd seen all other corners of the world in my quest for the elements. We'd faced a few dae'mos on the way but usually we could slip away unnoticed. THe ones we couldn't escape from invariably died at our blades or the aid of the elements.
We were in Durotar for two reasons: Azguh needed to report in that she was extending her leave, and we both needed rest and supplies for the harshness of the north. She was now sleeping next to me, a large pack of supplies sitting near our mounts. The wait was just for an airship to arrive to bring us there.

I thought about the cryptic messages I had been following with her at my side. So far they'd led us all over, searching for sites of communal and performing rituals to appease the spirits. Things were slowly becoming clearer now, my bonds with the elements tightening and strengthening over the course of my quest.
And that was not the only bond that was tightened. A few days ago before we returned to Durotar Azguh and I finally performed the rite of mating. Spirits only know why she finally decided to accept the offer... But nothing made me happier, not even my acceptance as tribe elder.
The tribe was weighing heavy on my heart recently, not knowing how they fared.. Where any still alive? Had they fallen afoul of the Legion..? I shook my head softly. No, they would still be there. I would see them again. After my quest was completed and the elements decided I was worthy to rejoin them.

A part of me still wanted to remain away, alone with my mate in the Wilds that raised me. But my oath to the tribe was binding, and besides, unlikely as it sounds, I had friends there. Those I couldn't abandon. And perhaps, Feraleye willing, I could return to my duties as Thur'ruk.
Did I want that...? The thought came from nowhere. I thought a little harder on it. The position was ostensibly a great honor and a recognition of my ability. But it had caused me great pain as well. Was I willing to return to that, the pain, the knowledge orcs would again die in my arms as I fought to save them..?

After a while I set these thoughts aside, laying down next to Azguh.
My anchor in a cruel world. The one who now shared my life and deserved to share in that decision.
We'd talk about it later, after we returned from the frozen continent...
I closed my eyes and began trying to sleep.

"If you could pour pain into a mold of an orc and then cut off its foot to piss it off, you’d get Srelok." Gulrok Ragehowl