After they packed their everything up and left, they began to look for a more suitable place for them to stay.The first thing they needed to do was get as far away from the fight as possible, even if they had to leave behind the bodies of their comrades.Despite how Rogan treated his comrades in battle, if he didn't know the orc and they never helped him then he would treat their corpses as if they were nothing more that a pile of meat. This meant that when they left the bodies of their previous team members Rogan didn't even have a shred of sympathy for them.They began search for a new location to set up camp.After looking throughout the forest for quite some time they began to realise something, how are they going to find a good location in so much mist.They had been looking for almost two days now and found no good locations.After the second day Rogan had to make a choice, continue looking and risk getting ambushed unprepared or use a location they already found that was accep
Rogan had a lot to think about after eventually getting a chance to sit down and properly think about everything.'How could I fall for such an obvious trick. I've learned all about goblin tricks from my father but I still fell for there tricks.'As the night continued Rogan kept thinking about all the things he had messed up, he felt as if he kept making the dumbest mistakes that could have been prevented if only he kept his calm and thought about all the information he was given.The moons began to traverse the night sky eventually disappearing and revealing the blinding sun.Leah and Hugraf strolled out of there tent one after the other."So what do we plan to do next." Leah asked as she approached Rogan and sat by his side."For now our survival is a priority, we already have the body of a second order beast." Rogan responded while staring out into the distance.'This hunt was much more difficult than I thought, I can't risk losing any more of are group.'Rogan planned to try to n
It was early morning I had just woken up it was a bright morning and the sun light had pierced through the holes in the roof. Leaping off my bed I flingwhat once covered me, it was some kind of creatures lushes black fur. The fur that previously covered me now layed on the floor as it always did wheneverI woke. As I got off my bed I strolled towards a large bucket. OUCH. A large wooden splinter sliced into my finger causing the blood to drip into what remained of the water below. As I looked at the water I could see a distorted image of myself, I had dark black braided hair which went just past my sholders and I was rather bulky with a slightly above average appearance although I still had a little bit of my baby fat on my face. There were also small cracks of red around my body that occasionally sputtered flames. I had been told that I inherited it from my mothers side of the family not that I ever asked much about it.
Once me and my friends finished talking we started walking back to the orc tribe, the strange thing was that the camp was a lot more chaotic with loud chattering that normally didnt echo throughout such a small village.I then heard the village chiefs docile voice and began to speed up trying to see what was going on, the chief wasn't very influential to the stronger orcs only having power with the weaker ones. When I managed to gradually push through I saw an enormous warg nearly twice the size of a normal one, most wargs were between 2 - 2.5 M long and 1 - 1.5 M high. The black mane of the warg showed it wasn't your normal warg as only 2nd order warg had black, red and white manes, where as most were grays and browns or a mix of both.When I got closer to the centre of the crowd I saw almost 200 warg riders, with over 10 on 2nd order wargs. This group of riders looked to be in a greater horde, normally in this area you wouldn't find a horde of
After all of the things that went on during the morning I was ecstatic at finally being able to do some training.Orcs under the age of 13 couldnt leave there tribes unless under certain situations, this was due to the need to learn to fight with different weapons and understand how to hunt warbeast or tame certain ones. The problem is that most orcs never payed much attention during training, only coming to training to bash some faces in.As I walked to the training room I met up with Arg and Nork, we began to stroll towards the training area for some combat training. When something unexpected happened.BANG. Nork had slammed to the groud. He was then spat on by the despicable orc that tripped him up and pushed him, causing him to fall face first. When I turned around I saw an orc 6ft tall laughing with 3 other orc alongside him, this orc was Gunug who enjoyed bullying gray orcs for being weaker than most orcs.When I saw my frien
As the door to the training rooms opened an orc around 25 years old came walking out, this orc had a stern face and a scar which went from the left side of his face al the way to the right lower side. The orc stood in place for a few seconds as all of the unblooded orcs walked into the training room, then with a stern and deep voice he let out an intimating aura that brought most of us to are knees.This orc was over 7ft tall and had a murderous aura around him that would bring a chill to the bone. He spoke and said with a booming voice, my name is Kogan and I will be going through the training you wimps will be going through. As he spoke he went straight to the point and grabbed a random orc, he then went over to what looked to be a metal tree trunk. Once he got to this tree trunk like object he stood before the small orc and told the orc to start hiting the metal trunk with his fists continously until instructor Kogan told him otherwise, the orc looked at the instruct which
After 4 days of continuous training we were informed that there would be sparing matches with other orc to put to practice what we learned, almost all the orc were craving a fight after not being able to for the past few trying sessions, I was no exception.While I walked towards towards the training area I saw an orc that I did not want to see, it was Grah the warrior I saw before. When he saw me he began to walk towards me having a devilish grin on his face that couldn't be hidden.As soon as I saw him I froze for a second and started to walk in the other direct slowly speeding up. Once I thought I was far enough away I turned around one of the tents that were set up around the tribe camp and sprinted for it, not far behind Grah followed.I sprinted as if my life depended on it, twisting turning, doing anything could to get him off my back.The camp wasn't incredibly big, it had a 10 foot wooden wall that had small watch towers around it but nothi
BANG! BANG! BANG!The drums were in the background as the orc audience stomped there feet, the tournament has begun!The loud drums stopped, me and Gunug charged forward, gunug was a much bigger orc than me so his weight gave him an advantage. I had to think of a way to take him to the ground so I could get the advantage on him. As I was think of a way to get the advantage Gunug charged at me with a feral fury, probably due to what I had done to him before with the surprise attack.As Gunag neared me I tried to avoid his punches and get a few in myself, as I was about to dodge another punch to my face another one hit me right in the stomach making me winded. I tried to recover as fast as possible but I was a little too late, he swung for my face, I managed to slam my head into it to get some damage back on him but my head was still bleeding. As I looked up with blurry vision I could see that I also managed to break a finger on Gunugs hand.After the short