Post by spudnik on Apr 26, 2010 12:28:46 GMT -8
(((((((((my private server story))))))))))
Lightning cracked amid the rainfall on this cold and bleak evening. the clan of orcs made an emergency stop in the middle of their mountain trek for the birth about to take place. Had the mother been an Orc, likely no such stop would be needed, but the clan's leader insisted on the halt. the orcs stuck spears and axes into the ground, speading the canvas over these crude stakes; the tent would be the night's rest as the prophecy was fulfilled.
the human woman they had enslaved, raped, and now waited on delivery of their child had felt great labor pains for many months. customary Orc births lasted many months, and labor sometimes for several weeks. her labor of many months was uncommon, but all according to prophecy.
the woman moaned and screamed seemingly every hour of the day. she lamented and wailed in the crude tent, for the child she would deliver. she had vehemently fought with the orc tribe, lost much of her hair, broken many ribs, and had been brutally hurt by many of their thirty-strong company. the rebel orc tribe had her shackled for the duration of her enslavement, leashed at the hands, legs and neck in irons with spikes. tonight however, the sadistic clan of orcs would kindle something they could never quench; tonight an orc is born and fulfils the prophecy of Fire.
Rezzef the leader of the rebel orc clan wore great thick dragonskin hide; a tyrant by trade and reputation. his green fists had talons made from the shards of a dragon's foot. he himself had jammed the shards through his own hands, and dipped them in a smelted pot of liquid Mithril. he never took no for an answer and had made much ado over the treatment of his slave woman.
the rest of the tribe would have any orofice they could find or make, but she must keep her eyes and womb for Rezzef only.
she bore scars all over her body and was taken many times a day by crazed and enfuriated sadistic orcs. tonight would be no different.
Rezzef motioned for two orcs to take axes, and make wood for a fire, then for two others to take axes and make two long planks.
four orcs rose, one took his greatsword, another took dragonslayer, and two others took simple hand axes; on salute, they marched out. as they were heard to swing mightily at trees, the woman cried out more. her hand irons were chained to two crossed Lances in the middle of the tent; she held the chain in her teeth and bit down, breaking a molar. nothing would satiate her labor pains.
as the last tree fell, thunder struck the tent and the woman's labor flared for the last time. two orcs brought firewood, heaping it in the center of the tent amid the company of orcs, standing and watching. Rezzef took four of the spears from his company inspecting the tips of them for sharpness and diameter. they had to be the right size.
the two orcs brought the boards, and Rezzef motioned for them to stake them in an X pattern. as the half trees were re-inserted into the earth, Rezzef unearthed the spears that leashed the woman.
one orc grabbed her by the belly, and took one hand in each of his hands. another orc got her feet, they laid her on the X pattern, legs spread. as she wailed and cried, moaning in pain and agony, Rezzef jammed a spear into her left knee, pinning it to the board. so much the more, she cried and wailed, bleeding profusely, but Rezzef did not flinch and did the same to her right knee.
two orcs with similar spears jammed them into each forearm, between the bones, into the boards. Rezzef raised his hands to the skies as the thunder rolled, and the lightning struck; the orcs of his company began grunting, some touching themselves as the naked woman on the cross was carried at the four points of the cross, over to the fire. it was lit, and burning bright in the Aden tree wood. the spears supported the cross as she now faced down over the fire.
the child who had been feeding on his mother's pain was ready to grow. as she was several feet over the flames, the body's weight slid her down the poles bit by painful bit. she inched closer to the flames and was nearly dead.
Rezzef, confident that this was the correct time and pattern, thrust his two hands into her very stretched womb. with his strength he gripped his child and pulled.
the Red skinned Demon child, was raised to the sky, his red wings alight with flame, he was struck by lightning.
Rezzef's hands had melted in the lightning, and he himself was on the ground writhing. as Rezzef's heart stopped, his son opened his mouth and spoke. all he said was "Zorf".
Zorf was no infant child. he had talons, and teeth, and wings. he walked like an animal, on all fours. in his first minutes outside of the womb, he was the one that called down the lightning, killing his father. he now approached his mother as the company of orcs scrambled to pick up their spears and axes to leave; some abandoned all, and ran in all directions.
Zorf overturned the boards which held his mother, sniffed her, and decided that her legs would make a good meal. as he began to gnaw the first one off, one of the orcs attacked Zorf by throwing his spear and piercing the wing. Zorf recoiled and roared; he was faster than any orc and he soon caught up with his attacker, devastating him. the rest of the company who had been hiding behind the rocks now quietly picked up and made towards the woman laying on the boards now silent and nearing death.
The orc company carried the woman to the other side of the mountain, leaving Zorf feasting on the orc carcass of a fallen clanmate.
the mystics among them chanted the woman back to health, as they had done so many times before; when she regained consciousness, she found herself rid of the child she carried, face up on the boards, chained to them this time, legs and arms in bandages. she would continue to be raped by the majority of the company but she was relieved to be rid of Rezzef, and his demon spawn.
Zorf would spend no time looking for his mother but began his quest of destruction. he would carve a path from here to many dragons. raised without a family and friend to none.
Lightning cracked amid the rainfall on this cold and bleak evening. the clan of orcs made an emergency stop in the middle of their mountain trek for the birth about to take place. Had the mother been an Orc, likely no such stop would be needed, but the clan's leader insisted on the halt. the orcs stuck spears and axes into the ground, speading the canvas over these crude stakes; the tent would be the night's rest as the prophecy was fulfilled.
the human woman they had enslaved, raped, and now waited on delivery of their child had felt great labor pains for many months. customary Orc births lasted many months, and labor sometimes for several weeks. her labor of many months was uncommon, but all according to prophecy.
the woman moaned and screamed seemingly every hour of the day. she lamented and wailed in the crude tent, for the child she would deliver. she had vehemently fought with the orc tribe, lost much of her hair, broken many ribs, and had been brutally hurt by many of their thirty-strong company. the rebel orc tribe had her shackled for the duration of her enslavement, leashed at the hands, legs and neck in irons with spikes. tonight however, the sadistic clan of orcs would kindle something they could never quench; tonight an orc is born and fulfils the prophecy of Fire.
Rezzef the leader of the rebel orc clan wore great thick dragonskin hide; a tyrant by trade and reputation. his green fists had talons made from the shards of a dragon's foot. he himself had jammed the shards through his own hands, and dipped them in a smelted pot of liquid Mithril. he never took no for an answer and had made much ado over the treatment of his slave woman.
the rest of the tribe would have any orofice they could find or make, but she must keep her eyes and womb for Rezzef only.
she bore scars all over her body and was taken many times a day by crazed and enfuriated sadistic orcs. tonight would be no different.
Rezzef motioned for two orcs to take axes, and make wood for a fire, then for two others to take axes and make two long planks.
four orcs rose, one took his greatsword, another took dragonslayer, and two others took simple hand axes; on salute, they marched out. as they were heard to swing mightily at trees, the woman cried out more. her hand irons were chained to two crossed Lances in the middle of the tent; she held the chain in her teeth and bit down, breaking a molar. nothing would satiate her labor pains.
as the last tree fell, thunder struck the tent and the woman's labor flared for the last time. two orcs brought firewood, heaping it in the center of the tent amid the company of orcs, standing and watching. Rezzef took four of the spears from his company inspecting the tips of them for sharpness and diameter. they had to be the right size.
the two orcs brought the boards, and Rezzef motioned for them to stake them in an X pattern. as the half trees were re-inserted into the earth, Rezzef unearthed the spears that leashed the woman.
one orc grabbed her by the belly, and took one hand in each of his hands. another orc got her feet, they laid her on the X pattern, legs spread. as she wailed and cried, moaning in pain and agony, Rezzef jammed a spear into her left knee, pinning it to the board. so much the more, she cried and wailed, bleeding profusely, but Rezzef did not flinch and did the same to her right knee.
two orcs with similar spears jammed them into each forearm, between the bones, into the boards. Rezzef raised his hands to the skies as the thunder rolled, and the lightning struck; the orcs of his company began grunting, some touching themselves as the naked woman on the cross was carried at the four points of the cross, over to the fire. it was lit, and burning bright in the Aden tree wood. the spears supported the cross as she now faced down over the fire.
the child who had been feeding on his mother's pain was ready to grow. as she was several feet over the flames, the body's weight slid her down the poles bit by painful bit. she inched closer to the flames and was nearly dead.
Rezzef, confident that this was the correct time and pattern, thrust his two hands into her very stretched womb. with his strength he gripped his child and pulled.
the Red skinned Demon child, was raised to the sky, his red wings alight with flame, he was struck by lightning.
Rezzef's hands had melted in the lightning, and he himself was on the ground writhing. as Rezzef's heart stopped, his son opened his mouth and spoke. all he said was "Zorf".
Zorf was no infant child. he had talons, and teeth, and wings. he walked like an animal, on all fours. in his first minutes outside of the womb, he was the one that called down the lightning, killing his father. he now approached his mother as the company of orcs scrambled to pick up their spears and axes to leave; some abandoned all, and ran in all directions.
Zorf overturned the boards which held his mother, sniffed her, and decided that her legs would make a good meal. as he began to gnaw the first one off, one of the orcs attacked Zorf by throwing his spear and piercing the wing. Zorf recoiled and roared; he was faster than any orc and he soon caught up with his attacker, devastating him. the rest of the company who had been hiding behind the rocks now quietly picked up and made towards the woman laying on the boards now silent and nearing death.
The orc company carried the woman to the other side of the mountain, leaving Zorf feasting on the orc carcass of a fallen clanmate.
the mystics among them chanted the woman back to health, as they had done so many times before; when she regained consciousness, she found herself rid of the child she carried, face up on the boards, chained to them this time, legs and arms in bandages. she would continue to be raped by the majority of the company but she was relieved to be rid of Rezzef, and his demon spawn.
Zorf would spend no time looking for his mother but began his quest of destruction. he would carve a path from here to many dragons. raised without a family and friend to none.
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