Thorakk: Orc of the wild 2

"I'm sorry father.. But we lost the half-orc Thorakk.." said the dark armoured elf. He has pale skin, slim features with sly blue eyes and shoulder length black combed back hair. On the left of his belt resting in its hilt a mythril coated elven sword, on the right of his belt also in its hilt a dagger. The young elven man stands at about five foot eleven and has a slim and elegant posture, he is a noble born High elf. He kneels on the steps to his father, bowing his head in shape. Next to him stands timidly the red haired elven woman, she with green eyes has a height of five foot six. Shaking nervously where she stands she drops to her knees without murmuring an apology, tears slowly swelling up in her eyes. A wood-elf from the east.

"Valendir, you have failed me. It was an order to retrieve that half-orc. Shunmaan has had a vision in which that mongrel slays your dear sister, Invilwyn. How did you let him escape?!" the tall man elven man exclaims. He stands at six feet tall, an elegant posture much like his son, he wears a blue, white and gold silk gown. "I shouldn't have entrusted you and this, sap-drinker, to such a challenge.."

"I'm sorry lord Lamarn" the wood-elf replies

"Father! Don't disgrace Alenmyr's people like that, it was not her fault that Thorakk escaped he-"

"You dare speak back to me? Your father! Your lord!" shouts Lord Lamarn, picking up his glass of chalice of wine he sips it before saying "Take my 'son's' weapons and lock him in his room for the night, I shall speak to him tomorrow."

"Yes sir!" chant two elven guards, fully armoured each holding two spears of eleven make. The walk towards Valendir and take him by his arms, dragging him out. As they do this Valendir glares towards his father.

"A wise decision, my lord" says adviser Shunmaan, an elven man wearing old shamanistic robes with a long nose. He stands slightly crooked a strange sight for elf.

The lord then sits down onto his throne, the chalice in his right hand and his left hand covering his eyes "You're dismissed Alenmyr". He says with a wiry tone as he wafts his hand. "You should train my son to be more like you brother Dothalmyr, if he was with us the half-orc would have never even escaped in the first place."

"Y-yes Lord Lamarn" stutters Alenmyr raising to her feet to totters off towards the door in a hurried pace to leave the room as fast as she can.


By a river sits the half orc Thorakk, in his hand the leg of a boar cooked. A dire wolf pup lurks twenty feet away from him, watching the half-orc chew, it snarls intensely as it draws closer. "Those crazed elves.. If they were are wise as the tales tell they wouldn't be advised by a lunatic like that Shumaan." Thorakk says to himself as he looks towards the direwolf. "Hmph, guess all of us gotta eat, ain't that right pup" he says tossing the leg to his side. The wolf cautiously approaches, snarling as it reaches the leg, it takes a bite quickly before dragging it back, constantly watching Thorakk. "Scared of little ol' me, eh?" taking a chunk of meat he places it in his palm and holds it out towards the beast "Careful now..". After a brief moment it comes closer, still baring it's fangs. It licks his palm and bites some of the meat before taking a step back. "Go on, take it, ain't nothin' to be scared of lil one." The pup whines before backing up, the fur on its body standing on end. Stroking his hand against the dirt Thorakk grabs his axe, slashing behind himself he then leaps backwards onto his feet. A cut across it's chest stands a seven foot tall beast, a pig like nose, orange animal eyes and covered in thick brown hair from head to toe, in it's hand a wooden club.  "Didn't think there were bug bears in these woods" Thorakk says as he begins to edge side ways. The bugbear charges forward letting out a loud roar as it swings down the club. Thorakk darts to the side, swinging his axe, the blade arcs across the torso of the creature as he steps up into the air, letting go of his sword for a moment he switches its position for a jab, lunging it down through the back of the bugbears neck.

He places his foot against the bugbears back and pushes himself up, before slashing the air, cleaning the thick blood from the blade. Blood oozes from the goblinoids neck as it gurgles dropping face first into the dirt with a thud.

Thorakk gestures towards the corpse and says "Have it boy, I ain't eatin' that." the direwolf pounces forward, tearing away at the flesh mauling into the body."Better than talkin' to nobody I guess.." he says looking towards the feasting wolf.

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