The Champion of Gothic ~ Concurs

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'poezie, poezie...'

Of Orcs and Men

From times long passed 'till this day now
the orcs and men lived the same ground.
No barrier stood them around.

No war was there to trouble peace
And it was not how now it is.
The folk were merry and in bliss.

But times soon changed and darkness grew
From underground like evil shrew.

Like many of his kinsmen, young Dhrall knew little about the history of his people. But than again, no one really wondered what had happened before, the only thing that matter was the present. That meant the occasional skirmishes with the enemy, hunting for food and praying to this odd little idol on the top of a tall pillar. There was this gate too, near it, but that was closed and could not be opened. What was laying behind it was a complete mystery even to the shamans, who supposedly had answers to all questions.

The village was quite small and secluded. Again, the reasons for living in such a hostile environement were unknown, but fact was that every time they tried to move away, not a single soul was able to pass the twisted looking bridge which guarded the entrance to the outside area of the settlement. Only scouts and warriors were able to explore other areas, and even them felt constantly drawn back to the village. Everyone felt that unnatural things were governing their lives and that a dark force was shadowing their every move.

Dhrall however was sort of a special kid. He was still a teenager at the time this story took place, and he had not even entered the scout camp, which was to prepare all young adults for the dangers outside their home. And there were dangers all right! Razors, lizards, golems and all kinds of lurking creatures, which made every step taken into the wild a dangerous task. As I was saying, by the village standards Dhrall wasn't really your normal youngster. He was different from the others in many ways, especially when it camed to his power of will. Unlike others he could wonder freely anywhere his heart desired. He knew much of what his people called Krushad Vag, which in translation meant Blue Sky Land. At night he would roam the lands, sometimes going to the very heart of the strange ememy establishments. He learned much about their habits and soon manged to even understang them. Most of them where not happy, and in the same way his people suffered, the Moras (meaning small folk) suffered.

Our young hero grew fond of a particular kind of Mora, ones which lived in eery wet places where the sun rarely shone. They seemed outcasts down in their valley and Dhrall pitied them. Another reason for his atraction to this place was the presence of a small shrine like structure near the camp. A blue cristal lighted the area, which was very hard to reach due to the dense fog and the perils which it hid. Large slimy beasts surrounded it from every direction and no mora warrior darred setting foot there. With Dhrall however, things were different. As he had learned early in his childhood, beasts, no matter how foul or savage, were not aggresive towards him. This ensured his safe passage everywhere he wished to go.