The outsiders: Part II: The "bad" race
Our synonymn? The "Warrior" race.
Our hymn? The Battle song of the Nagadra.
Our strength? Our strength.
Our weakness? Hitherto misconception about the axe-orc.
Our purpose to live? To defeat the others, to recapture our lost glory.
We find our solace in? The fact that Mercenaries are only performing their duty.
Our enemies? The Pinkskins, or as they call themselves, humans; the pointy ears; the fire clan, or as we shall call them, when we meet them, the outsiders.
Our leader? Thrall the giant rat rider with Grunt the Green-skinned Boar teeth.
Our dilemma? The prophecy of the Raven. To fight for our land captured by the Pinkskins or to play the exodus to escape our doom?
Our confidence? The blood running in our veins. That which has been passed to us will win the trickery of the magic that we cannot understand.
Our message? The Pinkskins have only pestered us and disrupted our rule with petty feuds in the past. The irritating ones could only damage our reputation with words, and they shall pay, for they fail to even handle their half lethal weapons.
Our course of action? That what our leaders tell us is a writing in stone.
Our past losses? Only strengthen our muscles and fuels our fire to shed more blood for victory.
We are connected with? The very rulers of the twisting Nethers. They will rule all the land. We find strength in our bitter Lineage. We have been taught only to fight. Our small ones are bathed in blood on their first day of life. We rule the Tunnels for now, we will rule the forests next. The scaly animals are in a pact with us. They will help us overthrow the pointy ears. Those worthless ones only boast of something they stole. They hide in burrows. The pointy ears will fall soon. Their false notion of ruling the lands will rust. The black warriors will humble the pretenders. We do not know their sin, but we will make them pay to the worthy ones.
Long ago our leaders passed upon us the message from the portals of the Horumin. We carry upon our strong shoulders the daunting task of fighting for glory. Of cleansing the land of all sinners. We have created strong peons who can melee better than Pinkskins. We have mastered the trade with the Fanatic nose beaked Goblins. Their mechanical things help us on our quest of dominance. Yet we keep losing our brilliant warriors to the distracting pointy eared pretenders from the west and the conniving Pinkskins from the east. Wonder if the two worthless races ever squared off against each other.
A big news awaits us as Thrall talks about gloomy days ahead. He believes the Prophecy, that binds us to a far off unknown land with strange Events and strange creatures of the fire, which he refers to as the outsiders. He says we should avoid our petty Pinkskin feuds and put all our might to reach the island. For it holds the key to our future. If we pass this test, it is ours for the taking. If we lose, it could be our last loss.
With only single minded dogged determination, tomorrow we set out to fulfil our destiny. Watch out Pinkskins, this could be the last time you have the honour of Fighting the true Warrior Clan
Our hymn? The Battle song of the Nagadra.
Our strength? Our strength.
Our weakness? Hitherto misconception about the axe-orc.
Our purpose to live? To defeat the others, to recapture our lost glory.
We find our solace in? The fact that Mercenaries are only performing their duty.
Our enemies? The Pinkskins, or as they call themselves, humans; the pointy ears; the fire clan, or as we shall call them, when we meet them, the outsiders.
Our leader? Thrall the giant rat rider with Grunt the Green-skinned Boar teeth.
Our dilemma? The prophecy of the Raven. To fight for our land captured by the Pinkskins or to play the exodus to escape our doom?
Our confidence? The blood running in our veins. That which has been passed to us will win the trickery of the magic that we cannot understand.
Our message? The Pinkskins have only pestered us and disrupted our rule with petty feuds in the past. The irritating ones could only damage our reputation with words, and they shall pay, for they fail to even handle their half lethal weapons.
Our course of action? That what our leaders tell us is a writing in stone.
Our past losses? Only strengthen our muscles and fuels our fire to shed more blood for victory.
We are connected with? The very rulers of the twisting Nethers. They will rule all the land. We find strength in our bitter Lineage. We have been taught only to fight. Our small ones are bathed in blood on their first day of life. We rule the Tunnels for now, we will rule the forests next. The scaly animals are in a pact with us. They will help us overthrow the pointy ears. Those worthless ones only boast of something they stole. They hide in burrows. The pointy ears will fall soon. Their false notion of ruling the lands will rust. The black warriors will humble the pretenders. We do not know their sin, but we will make them pay to the worthy ones.
Long ago our leaders passed upon us the message from the portals of the Horumin. We carry upon our strong shoulders the daunting task of fighting for glory. Of cleansing the land of all sinners. We have created strong peons who can melee better than Pinkskins. We have mastered the trade with the Fanatic nose beaked Goblins. Their mechanical things help us on our quest of dominance. Yet we keep losing our brilliant warriors to the distracting pointy eared pretenders from the west and the conniving Pinkskins from the east. Wonder if the two worthless races ever squared off against each other.
A big news awaits us as Thrall talks about gloomy days ahead. He believes the Prophecy, that binds us to a far off unknown land with strange Events and strange creatures of the fire, which he refers to as the outsiders. He says we should avoid our petty Pinkskin feuds and put all our might to reach the island. For it holds the key to our future. If we pass this test, it is ours for the taking. If we lose, it could be our last loss.
With only single minded dogged determination, tomorrow we set out to fulfil our destiny. Watch out Pinkskins, this could be the last time you have the honour of Fighting the true Warrior Clan
posted by The Junkie at
3:38 AM
6 Comments:
Its only obvious, the pink skin version is poetic ..the "bad" race has no taste for poetic beauty ...there's more into objective type questions lol !!
btw these names, leaders, places and stuff, are they from your imagination or from the books/?
everything else that happens apart from everything else ????
matlab???
@kartik
Great insight buddy....It shows what a literary person u r. I am honoured that someone who is writing an amazing piece of art can find my creation stimulating.
@zubin
That was my second blog, hence I named it to reflect a side business...then gave it a creative twist :)
Thank you peeps for commenting
P.S.
Most of the story is borrowed....but most of the character/places/things names are from my head
this is my favourite amongst the three..although it isnt poetic..ye aapka mind capture kar leta hai.
this is about ORCS..rite!! bahut mast hai bhiya.sach mein..I think u shud try writing fiction books.
ye dono aapke liye
[A BIIIG HUG] & [A BIIIG PUPPI...muaaaah]
sorry..public display of affection se koi problem to nahi na!!
:Blushing: :)
It is such a confidence booster to know that someone who is so well versed with the subject (Chitra) finds it to the liking. Your compliments have taken me to another level :)
Thanks once again
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