THE HISTORY OF FORNAX HRUGJEK
One dark and steamy night on the outskirts of civilization, a hunting party of nomadic orcs roamed the borders of a little-known village. It was the time of year that brought out the worst in these beasts of evil. It was breeding time.
Dragging the carcass of a wildebeest, the gang of villains approached the pocket of human civilization, their animal senses probing through the humid night air. Within a hundred yards of the first homestead, the lead orc's nostrils flared, filled with the scent he'd been searching for: female.
Barely able to control himself, the orc leader signalled to his comrades, who had smelled the sweet odour only moments later, commanding them to stay hidden and observe the small communities movements. It was all they could do to control their animal instincts and remain in hiding. After ten intense minutes of observation, the leader suddenly succumbed to his strong desires and bolted forward, his henchmen at his heels.
The surly gang charged to a nearby mud-brick construction, following the ever-stronger scent to its source. Smashing what was a securely bolted door, the orcs charged into the home, their senses aflame with the need to reproduce.
Women screamed, children cried, and men yelled in rage and indignation as all were attacked and raped. Clothes were torn away; weapons were thrown aside as the mad pack of lusting orcs relieved their pent-up needs on those in the house.
After no more than five minutes, the orcs had spent themselves of their immediate reproductive needs and changed tactics. They started to kill. Men died first, then a few children. As the blood-lusting orcs approached the women, however, the town's militia arrived, cancelling the orcs' advantage. So in true orc fashion they turned and fled, bodily pushing their way back through the doorway and the fifteen or so militia. Many men and orcs died in that brief struggle, but one or two of the vile creatures managed to race away, back into the hot, humid forest.
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A mass funeral was held two days later in the town graveyard, 'til recently empty but now with a quarter of the town's populace. The rest stood watching their loved ones lowered into the ground, grieving at their loss; vowing vengeance!
But the worst was yet to come. Nine months later three children were born to the village. As the first was delivered so it was slaughtered by the mother's husband, his strong hands easily snapping its ugly half-orc neck. No one tried to stop him. The second child was stillborn, but its lifeless neck was still throttled by an angry midwife in futile rage and grief from her son's death those few months ago.
But the third child lived, its mother a fifteen year old child herself, but with more compassion than most of her elders. Before she went into labour, the girl sought the local priest, begging asylum in the church, the first building of the village, and cried to him to allow her child to live. During the difficult birth, the young girl died, never seeing the ugly half- caste child she left the priest. It was a test of his mettle and faith when the village almost turned on him when he allowed the child to live. His good standing and honoured position in the community, plus his people's own deep down compassion won through.
And so Fornax Hrugjek lived.
One dark and steamy night on the outskirts of civilization, a hunting party of nomadic orcs roamed the borders of a little-known village. It was the time of year that brought out the worst in these beasts of evil. It was breeding time.
Dragging the carcass of a wildebeest, the gang of villains approached the pocket of human civilization, their animal senses probing through the humid night air. Within a hundred yards of the first homestead, the lead orc's nostrils flared, filled with the scent he'd been searching for: female.
Barely able to control himself, the orc leader signalled to his comrades, who had smelled the sweet odour only moments later, commanding them to stay hidden and observe the small communities movements. It was all they could do to control their animal instincts and remain in hiding. After ten intense minutes of observation, the leader suddenly succumbed to his strong desires and bolted forward, his henchmen at his heels.
The surly gang charged to a nearby mud-brick construction, following the ever-stronger scent to its source. Smashing what was a securely bolted door, the orcs charged into the home, their senses aflame with the need to reproduce.
Women screamed, children cried, and men yelled in rage and indignation as all were attacked and raped. Clothes were torn away; weapons were thrown aside as the mad pack of lusting orcs relieved their pent-up needs on those in the house.
After no more than five minutes, the orcs had spent themselves of their immediate reproductive needs and changed tactics. They started to kill. Men died first, then a few children. As the blood-lusting orcs approached the women, however, the town's militia arrived, cancelling the orcs' advantage. So in true orc fashion they turned and fled, bodily pushing their way back through the doorway and the fifteen or so militia. Many men and orcs died in that brief struggle, but one or two of the vile creatures managed to race away, back into the hot, humid forest.
* * *
A mass funeral was held two days later in the town graveyard, 'til recently empty but now with a quarter of the town's populace. The rest stood watching their loved ones lowered into the ground, grieving at their loss; vowing vengeance!
But the worst was yet to come. Nine months later three children were born to the village. As the first was delivered so it was slaughtered by the mother's husband, his strong hands easily snapping its ugly half-orc neck. No one tried to stop him. The second child was stillborn, but its lifeless neck was still throttled by an angry midwife in futile rage and grief from her son's death those few months ago.
But the third child lived, its mother a fifteen year old child herself, but with more compassion than most of her elders. Before she went into labour, the girl sought the local priest, begging asylum in the church, the first building of the village, and cried to him to allow her child to live. During the difficult birth, the young girl died, never seeing the ugly half- caste child she left the priest. It was a test of his mettle and faith when the village almost turned on him when he allowed the child to live. His good standing and honoured position in the community, plus his people's own deep down compassion won through.
And so Fornax Hrugjek lived.
