ORG-TA'S PRIDE
by
Rod G.
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I do not own any of the Shadow Madness characters.
This is for Deathscythe Chick.
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The tall grey-skinned female org who called herself Jirina had finished wrapping a length of
chain around her wrist.Soon she would start on her other wrist and each of her ankles.She had
trained hard.Now she would strike the first of many blows against her people's opressors.
Now she was a warrior.Now she was Org-Ta.
A caravan of grey org slaves was marching not far from the village of Michi.They were flanked by
several blue org.The blue org had long treated the grey ones as an inferior breed,fit only for
servitude.None in the caravan suspected that they were being watched from a nearby hill.Jirina and
two others,Org-Ta like her,were waiting for the caravan to pass.One of them,Ganik,reminded her
of her younger brother Kalen.The other,Joren,was getting impatient.
"What are we waiting for,Warsister?"Joren asked.
Jirina's only reply was silence.Suddenly . . .
"ATTACK!"
The three Org-Ta rushed at the slavers.Jirina and her Warbrothers had no need of weapons for
their fists and feet were more than sufficent.In a matter of moments,the slavers lay prone on the
ground,while the Org-Ta stood,exhausted and almost bleeding,but trimuphant nevertheless.The
grey org slaves did not know what to expect from these three.
"You are free!"Jirina adressed to the orgs.
"Free?"One of them,a young female,asked.
"You heard her,"Ganik replied.
The other orgs were puzzled."Who are you?"One of them asked.
"We are Org-Ta!"Jirina answered.
"Org-Ta?"An old male named Omgur asked."I don't know if I like the idea of a bunch of rowdy
fighters any more than I like the idea of Banori in Michi."
"Whether you like it or not,old one,"Joren said,"we are our people's best hope for freedom."
"That will be enough,Warbrother,"Jirina said.In all Wyldern,Org-Ta were hardly thought of kindly.
"I suggest,"she started again,"that you return to Michi at once."
"Who are you to . . . " Omgur began,but was stopped by Jirina glaring at him.With that,the freed
slaves began to march back to Michi.
Hours later,the three Org-Ta were gathered around a fire.Since Wyldern was an underground land,
it was hard to tell if night ever fell.In any case,they already ate their fill and were preparing to
rest.At least Ganik and Joren were,but Jirina opted to keep watch.As soon as her Warbrothers
drifted off to sleep,she was alone with her memories of her family:her parents and brother . . .
"Jirina!"
The Org boy named Kalen called out to his sister.Jirina,the first born,was already a bit taller than
her brother.Like all org,grey or blue,they wore visors that protected their eyes from any glare.
"What is it,Kalen?"She asked.
"Is father back?"Asked Kalen.
"I have no idea."Jirina replied.
The two org children stood at the edge of Pays'hom for a long time hoping to see if their father,a
diplomat and leader of great renown,would return from his journey to the council building.Hours
later,a figure emerged in the distance.A very familiar figure.
"Father!"
The grey org embraced as his children when they rushed to him.
"Come along,you two,"he said."There are things we must discuss."
There was a small house in Pays'hom belonging to Jirina's family.It was spartan yet cozy.At
dinnertime the whole family gathered together.It was Jirina and Kalen's father who started to speak.
"The blue orgs are taking over the hexite mines."
"What does it mean?"Asked Jirina's mother.
"All I know is,"he replied,"that hard times will be ahead."
"Father,"Kalen said."I could fight them,if only I were an Org-Ta."
"Maybe I should be Org-Ta too,father."Jirina said.
"I wonder . . ."the father said.
A few more years passed and Jirina,now a bit older and taller,was at the edge of Pays'hom scanning
the horizon.Then she saw something . . . or rather,someone,perhaps several someones,headed to
Pays'hom.
by
Rod G.
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I do not own any of the Shadow Madness characters.
This is for Deathscythe Chick.
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The tall grey-skinned female org who called herself Jirina had finished wrapping a length of
chain around her wrist.Soon she would start on her other wrist and each of her ankles.She had
trained hard.Now she would strike the first of many blows against her people's opressors.
Now she was a warrior.Now she was Org-Ta.
A caravan of grey org slaves was marching not far from the village of Michi.They were flanked by
several blue org.The blue org had long treated the grey ones as an inferior breed,fit only for
servitude.None in the caravan suspected that they were being watched from a nearby hill.Jirina and
two others,Org-Ta like her,were waiting for the caravan to pass.One of them,Ganik,reminded her
of her younger brother Kalen.The other,Joren,was getting impatient.
"What are we waiting for,Warsister?"Joren asked.
Jirina's only reply was silence.Suddenly . . .
"ATTACK!"
The three Org-Ta rushed at the slavers.Jirina and her Warbrothers had no need of weapons for
their fists and feet were more than sufficent.In a matter of moments,the slavers lay prone on the
ground,while the Org-Ta stood,exhausted and almost bleeding,but trimuphant nevertheless.The
grey org slaves did not know what to expect from these three.
"You are free!"Jirina adressed to the orgs.
"Free?"One of them,a young female,asked.
"You heard her,"Ganik replied.
The other orgs were puzzled."Who are you?"One of them asked.
"We are Org-Ta!"Jirina answered.
"Org-Ta?"An old male named Omgur asked."I don't know if I like the idea of a bunch of rowdy
fighters any more than I like the idea of Banori in Michi."
"Whether you like it or not,old one,"Joren said,"we are our people's best hope for freedom."
"That will be enough,Warbrother,"Jirina said.In all Wyldern,Org-Ta were hardly thought of kindly.
"I suggest,"she started again,"that you return to Michi at once."
"Who are you to . . . " Omgur began,but was stopped by Jirina glaring at him.With that,the freed
slaves began to march back to Michi.
Hours later,the three Org-Ta were gathered around a fire.Since Wyldern was an underground land,
it was hard to tell if night ever fell.In any case,they already ate their fill and were preparing to
rest.At least Ganik and Joren were,but Jirina opted to keep watch.As soon as her Warbrothers
drifted off to sleep,she was alone with her memories of her family:her parents and brother . . .
"Jirina!"
The Org boy named Kalen called out to his sister.Jirina,the first born,was already a bit taller than
her brother.Like all org,grey or blue,they wore visors that protected their eyes from any glare.
"What is it,Kalen?"She asked.
"Is father back?"Asked Kalen.
"I have no idea."Jirina replied.
The two org children stood at the edge of Pays'hom for a long time hoping to see if their father,a
diplomat and leader of great renown,would return from his journey to the council building.Hours
later,a figure emerged in the distance.A very familiar figure.
"Father!"
The grey org embraced as his children when they rushed to him.
"Come along,you two,"he said."There are things we must discuss."
There was a small house in Pays'hom belonging to Jirina's family.It was spartan yet cozy.At
dinnertime the whole family gathered together.It was Jirina and Kalen's father who started to speak.
"The blue orgs are taking over the hexite mines."
"What does it mean?"Asked Jirina's mother.
"All I know is,"he replied,"that hard times will be ahead."
"Father,"Kalen said."I could fight them,if only I were an Org-Ta."
"Maybe I should be Org-Ta too,father."Jirina said.
"I wonder . . ."the father said.
A few more years passed and Jirina,now a bit older and taller,was at the edge of Pays'hom scanning
the horizon.Then she saw something . . . or rather,someone,perhaps several someones,headed to
Pays'hom.