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Promethean
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- Jul 23, 2024
The Gilded Coast was a beautiful side of Western Cithros the town of Parappa sat right on the coast, it's harbor bringing in trade, fishing, and transportation between provinces, most travelers would find themselves docked here at least for a time. Just outside the city, the autumnal leaves were falling, a crunchy golden brown below your feet as you walk through the forests. Beyond the walls of parapa lies ancient Elven ruins, Minotaur tribes, and your occasional bandit camp.
Stampeding footsteps echo through the hillside as a single file line of charging Orcs crunch along the fall hued path, the ground looking like it was glazed in honey from the fallen leaves.
Hours have passed under the hot sun, they now come up on their second night in flight, and their burden grows heavy, and energy levels low. 8 fully armed Orcs, 3 of which carrying a bound prisoner upon their back. 2 more carry sacks of merchandise and money. Another bearing food, another bearing camping supplies, the leader marching at the front, and a smaller, much thinner and dirtier orc trailing behind, stopping to listen to the ground, sniff the air as the breeze bears scents of those in pursuit. The band marches on.
As the sun levels with the world, and the amber hue shone over the coast, the Orcs come to a halt. "Shagrok" the one in the back calls. "Shagrok, slow it down. They aint been on our trail since last night, there's no need to keep up this speed, we cant go another day" he calls out. Turning to face the one in the back, Shagrok yells back "Ugruk, if you dont quiet your tongue I'll cut it out"
Other voices murmer and pitch in while staying in formation. "Im starving" another adding "we've been running since last night, we need a breather". Shagrok grunts, looking over his withering men. "We aint had nothing to eat since Noon yesterday, lets have some meat" a voice yells. Shagrok growls again before staking his sword into the ground. "We set up camp, but at dawn we run. The Master is not a patient man. One more day ahead of us, then we will have rest..and reward" Shagrok barks before finding a stump to sit on while his men set up camp and light a fire. Hitching the prisoners to trees, guarding them uncomfortably closely.
As the stars filled the sky, and the sweaty armor clad orcs finally undressed and set their weapons aside, meat and bread was passed around. Yet still there was unrest, each one taking their time staring and taunting the prisoners. Each beautiful, each appetizing to the hungry Orcs. Especially the two elven sisters. "How did we end up as errand boys, what happened to Orc Pride, look at us, boys" Grikgash says standing up.
"Would you like to go back to the pits? Would you like to go back to the mines? Do you remember the lashes, the burning iron, do you remember the screams? I do. I was there, we all were. We were at the bitter-most end of mankind, and the Master saved us. Gave us purpose again, the Master gave us names that we had forgotten belonged to us in a time where we belonged to Man" Shagrok recalls gazing into the campfire, silencing Grikgash.
"Why dont we just go somewhere else, get away from all this. Return home.." Ugruk says
"We cannot return home, you know this. You all know this" The red-hued, black haired Shagrok says. "There is no where that we can run where we'll be safe. Where we'll be welcome. The Master has plans for us, for our people" Shagrok continues
"The Master is one of THEM, he cannot be trusted. I say we kill him. They did this to us. His kind. They stripped us from our homes, from our families, they took our lives, now we take theirs" Grikgash says
"The Master has the ship that will carry us home, but we cannot get to it without a ship, and no city will permit us entry, if we hijack we wont make it to shore. The Master is the only one who understands us, who helps us" Shagrok defends
"Its been 6 month, this is the second raid in Parapa alone. Before that we spent 2 months in Ravenfell, that damn desert. And the month in jungles to the south. How long must we search? What are we even looking for? Each prisoner so far has gotten us farther from home" Grikgash replies
"Then lets be hasty about turning this batch in, and see if this time we found her" Shagrok finishes before finding a slab of meat for himself.
Several Orcs began making their rounds near the women, their slimy paws reaching out to clasp the slender cheeks, brushing their silky hair, such barbaric creatures have not know civility in decades, nor the touch of a woman. They touched, they harrassed, but as Shagrok approached they dispersed. The head of the tribe always gets first pick at the plunder. He walks slowly up and down, shirtless, letting his long black hair rest on his muscular chest. The red-hued, yellow-eyed Orc Clan Leader marches towards the girls. Eyeing each down slowly. "Names. Now" he orders
Stampeding footsteps echo through the hillside as a single file line of charging Orcs crunch along the fall hued path, the ground looking like it was glazed in honey from the fallen leaves.
Hours have passed under the hot sun, they now come up on their second night in flight, and their burden grows heavy, and energy levels low. 8 fully armed Orcs, 3 of which carrying a bound prisoner upon their back. 2 more carry sacks of merchandise and money. Another bearing food, another bearing camping supplies, the leader marching at the front, and a smaller, much thinner and dirtier orc trailing behind, stopping to listen to the ground, sniff the air as the breeze bears scents of those in pursuit. The band marches on.
As the sun levels with the world, and the amber hue shone over the coast, the Orcs come to a halt. "Shagrok" the one in the back calls. "Shagrok, slow it down. They aint been on our trail since last night, there's no need to keep up this speed, we cant go another day" he calls out. Turning to face the one in the back, Shagrok yells back "Ugruk, if you dont quiet your tongue I'll cut it out"
Other voices murmer and pitch in while staying in formation. "Im starving" another adding "we've been running since last night, we need a breather". Shagrok grunts, looking over his withering men. "We aint had nothing to eat since Noon yesterday, lets have some meat" a voice yells. Shagrok growls again before staking his sword into the ground. "We set up camp, but at dawn we run. The Master is not a patient man. One more day ahead of us, then we will have rest..and reward" Shagrok barks before finding a stump to sit on while his men set up camp and light a fire. Hitching the prisoners to trees, guarding them uncomfortably closely.
As the stars filled the sky, and the sweaty armor clad orcs finally undressed and set their weapons aside, meat and bread was passed around. Yet still there was unrest, each one taking their time staring and taunting the prisoners. Each beautiful, each appetizing to the hungry Orcs. Especially the two elven sisters. "How did we end up as errand boys, what happened to Orc Pride, look at us, boys" Grikgash says standing up.
"Would you like to go back to the pits? Would you like to go back to the mines? Do you remember the lashes, the burning iron, do you remember the screams? I do. I was there, we all were. We were at the bitter-most end of mankind, and the Master saved us. Gave us purpose again, the Master gave us names that we had forgotten belonged to us in a time where we belonged to Man" Shagrok recalls gazing into the campfire, silencing Grikgash.
"Why dont we just go somewhere else, get away from all this. Return home.." Ugruk says
"We cannot return home, you know this. You all know this" The red-hued, black haired Shagrok says. "There is no where that we can run where we'll be safe. Where we'll be welcome. The Master has plans for us, for our people" Shagrok continues
"The Master is one of THEM, he cannot be trusted. I say we kill him. They did this to us. His kind. They stripped us from our homes, from our families, they took our lives, now we take theirs" Grikgash says
"The Master has the ship that will carry us home, but we cannot get to it without a ship, and no city will permit us entry, if we hijack we wont make it to shore. The Master is the only one who understands us, who helps us" Shagrok defends
"Its been 6 month, this is the second raid in Parapa alone. Before that we spent 2 months in Ravenfell, that damn desert. And the month in jungles to the south. How long must we search? What are we even looking for? Each prisoner so far has gotten us farther from home" Grikgash replies
"Then lets be hasty about turning this batch in, and see if this time we found her" Shagrok finishes before finding a slab of meat for himself.
Several Orcs began making their rounds near the women, their slimy paws reaching out to clasp the slender cheeks, brushing their silky hair, such barbaric creatures have not know civility in decades, nor the touch of a woman. They touched, they harrassed, but as Shagrok approached they dispersed. The head of the tribe always gets first pick at the plunder. He walks slowly up and down, shirtless, letting his long black hair rest on his muscular chest. The red-hued, yellow-eyed Orc Clan Leader marches towards the girls. Eyeing each down slowly. "Names. Now" he orders