What Goes On
Chapter 1
Where am I?
A sudden splash of hot red substance hit my face. The pain is unbearable, as I claw at my blistering face, slowly opening my eyes to see him, The Aspect of Death, Deathwing, in front of me. I can barely make out the image of Kinora in one of his hands, unconscious. Clayhuf and Fordithan were not far away, attempting to keep the army of dragonkin away from the rest of the group, yet it was all in vein, as most of the group we had formed had perished a death that brings sorrow to the heart of any living being. I looked back up at Kinora, who was still unconscious, yet it was a horrible mistake, as I could see Deathwing's claw slowy close, crushing Kinora. That is when a hard thunk hit me in the back of the head.
-Wake up! Wake up you lazy fat ass! – was heard from a distant heavy voice.
- You were the one who chose to be a shaman, and we need one now to heal this idiot! So get up! – was heard from a bit of a lighter voice, sounding a bit like a woman orc.
I finally came to my senses, and opened my eyes to see the two orcs above me, one with a wounded orc on his shoulders, the other with a wooden club. They started to walk towards The Den, so I gathered my things and followed, but when I stood up, I hit my head on a small branch that poked it. I let out a huge roar. I rubbed my head softly, taking my hands off of it only after the pain was gone. I looked at my hands, which were red with what looked like blood and dirt. I looked to the side, only to see a rock split in half, and a pool of crimson next to it.
I couldn't remember a thing. It was then obvious that the rock had fallen and hit me on the head, erasing my memory from that point and before. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened, but a sudden feeling of "Your better off not remembering" hit me. So I just walked back to The Den to find out what damage was done on that orc.
The orc was a small one, smaller than usual, and was very young to be venturing through the Den.
-What happened?- I asked while healing myself aswell.
The small orc attempted to gain the strength to explain.
- I was getting boar meat, when I wondered into a c-cave with- the small orc suddenly stopped, and let out a sudden squeal, as he took his hand off of a burn mark. It was obvious from that point that this was the work of a warlock. The wound would glow every three or four seconds, and if I wasn't mistaken, it was an Immolate spell.
-Alright, try not to think about it too much.- I said, trying to calm him down.
I slowly started to cast the healing spell, attempting to stop the burning along with healing the wound. I could see the relief in the young one´s face.
-The Burning Blade, it was the Burning Blade- he suddenly revealed.
The two other orcs were confused, and puzzled they asked:
-The who? Burning Blade?
-Yeah, the big orc in the cave was yelling something about Honor to The Burning Blade, I can only imagine this is the name of their cult or clan.-
I couldn't help but wonder how the guards haven't found these cultists.
-Well, you're lucky to be alive, get some rest, you could use it.-
Night was already inbound, so I called it a day and headed to the sack. But I couldn't help but think about the dream I had while I was unconscious, it seemed like I had known the people so well, but I had never heard the names of them. It was all so strange. The orcs said something about me choosing to be a shaman. Maybe tomorrow I can talk to the Den elder and see what all this is about. But for now, I'd like some shut eye.