Kathran's Study Tome
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 3:40 am
* A worn book kept by the human that lives with orcs the pages all discolored in sickly browns, not one page escapes the edging being frayed or torn from repeated uses and mistreatment it goes under daily *
(first page is a few days mashed together)
So far, I believe I've dishonored him my first night outside of the tent I was spotted by the shadow orc much to my escapes to avoid being seen by the others. He asked me what I was doing there, I paused and hesitated. Simple said what was true that she was working under tasks from her caretaker. He asked me to follow him to the cave, I was going to die felt it tightening on each breath. We talked, it was harder to hold a conversation with him my social skills are failing me to even do such a simple task anymore I have needed to speak outside of spells and rituals and when he speaks to me.
Luckily we were seen before I was forced into the cavern and what lay behind it, maybe just some cruel turn of fate, maybe he didn't want to lose his tool and study. They talked about me and what the orc shadow was doing, I stayed out of the way unless addressed nor wishing to draw attention to myself. I wanted to disappear their tone harsh but I suppose am used to it as it's just natural to them, listening to them is almost fascinating if it wasn't so brutish. I've studied orcish enough to understand the guttural sounds but I can't seem to wrap my tongue around it as of yet.
We left and as expected I got the lecture to even try and be more careful, there was no point making an excuse. But as the conversation grew I left a little more stable able to breathe a little more like hands weren't trying to crush my throat when I speak to him. My studies continue to grow slowly and I can tell his impatience is wearing thinner by the day I need to produce something Anything soon or I won't be here next sunrise.
He departed from me taking another part of me with him, I need to do this I need to survive a little longer. Turning my attention back to my studies, the sharp bite of a blade into my forearm the well of powers calling up in crimson rivets brings me almost a peace. Walking the circle and drawing the runes needed before feeling it snap shut in my head like a circle of a chain. Tending to the wound I'm pleased that I can make a larger circle now than a simple rabbit, but it won't be enough I'm not ready.
The harsh sound of abyssal burns my throat as I called for another least demon into the contained circle, a fiend touched wolf. It's not quite what I had intended but it will have to do to continue studies of it. Though I lost track of time only the embers of the crater behind me and my enchanted vision keeping any sort of visual light. I was getting tired I lost track how much blood was consumed in this session, so much red my arm has gone numb. Dismissing the creature before I lost control of it. My arm now just ribbons of skin and crust browns.
Turning around as I could hear sounds of boots, The chief and the seer he had mentioned to me standing there. Pulling down my sleeve quickly not to show, like the shadow orc they wanted to know why I was here in the home of orcs. Again it felt like I was being crushed like their eyes had weight to them. Conversation with them proved to enlighten with them. Their god, the trade it... It makes more sense now. This tribe was - is even now writing my hand is shaking. I've been taking him for granted my protection against this all of this, know I want to know more, to learn more.
I need to make the exchange I need to show more of what my worth is beside a fleshy meal. As if on cue he returned angrily with me once more about speaking with the chief and assigned me a new task, to leave and research more outsider activity they encountered. My stomach feels to my ankles, to find something or don't come back every breath beat and pulse stopped. I left the village to seek out this ruin whatever secrets it held for him my only hope is that something was found.
But their gods must be laughing at me, humans destroyed everything. There was nothing, nothing that could help me. Those humans... Their mage that they had with them at least there was him but even he seems discouraged by the fact the humans had destroyed the entrance, an elf even disagreeing with the human that claim for the protection of these roads. Did they even know the orc village was only a few miles away these roads weren't safe I wasn't safe now?
A small creature found me after the raiders had left, all I got from it was the queen, that the orcs had killed, and a tear that I could feel fading and no longer strength to hold it's self-open in the ruins. I woke up back at the village, something happened I can't remember, a large boot kicking me awake. Half of me wish it was an ax. I pulled myself up from the dirt more bloody like tiny teeth and claws had torn me up. Now stood at the gate of the village that wouldn't welcome me or the humans in the Outlands. Death on both sides.
I tried to return to the city called Baldurs gate, but it felt so... unnatural now. Humans, elves laughing and cheering, chatting about something and nothing. It made me feel angry, my hand at my blade at my hip hand shaking as my nails dug into my palm threatening to tear it open and call demon to kill them... no, I'm too weak like this. I left the human lands and wandered back, only to look up at the hidden stones of the orc village without much thought of direction. Bone groan and grinding it feels like harder to breathe blood in my ears felt like home.
Just maybe it will be a quick death.
* a few sketches of the demon on the side and a few more formulas to some poitons and half writen words to spells scattered in any space avalible on the page*
(first page is a few days mashed together)
So far, I believe I've dishonored him my first night outside of the tent I was spotted by the shadow orc much to my escapes to avoid being seen by the others. He asked me what I was doing there, I paused and hesitated. Simple said what was true that she was working under tasks from her caretaker. He asked me to follow him to the cave, I was going to die felt it tightening on each breath. We talked, it was harder to hold a conversation with him my social skills are failing me to even do such a simple task anymore I have needed to speak outside of spells and rituals and when he speaks to me.
Luckily we were seen before I was forced into the cavern and what lay behind it, maybe just some cruel turn of fate, maybe he didn't want to lose his tool and study. They talked about me and what the orc shadow was doing, I stayed out of the way unless addressed nor wishing to draw attention to myself. I wanted to disappear their tone harsh but I suppose am used to it as it's just natural to them, listening to them is almost fascinating if it wasn't so brutish. I've studied orcish enough to understand the guttural sounds but I can't seem to wrap my tongue around it as of yet.
We left and as expected I got the lecture to even try and be more careful, there was no point making an excuse. But as the conversation grew I left a little more stable able to breathe a little more like hands weren't trying to crush my throat when I speak to him. My studies continue to grow slowly and I can tell his impatience is wearing thinner by the day I need to produce something Anything soon or I won't be here next sunrise.
He departed from me taking another part of me with him, I need to do this I need to survive a little longer. Turning my attention back to my studies, the sharp bite of a blade into my forearm the well of powers calling up in crimson rivets brings me almost a peace. Walking the circle and drawing the runes needed before feeling it snap shut in my head like a circle of a chain. Tending to the wound I'm pleased that I can make a larger circle now than a simple rabbit, but it won't be enough I'm not ready.
The harsh sound of abyssal burns my throat as I called for another least demon into the contained circle, a fiend touched wolf. It's not quite what I had intended but it will have to do to continue studies of it. Though I lost track of time only the embers of the crater behind me and my enchanted vision keeping any sort of visual light. I was getting tired I lost track how much blood was consumed in this session, so much red my arm has gone numb. Dismissing the creature before I lost control of it. My arm now just ribbons of skin and crust browns.
Turning around as I could hear sounds of boots, The chief and the seer he had mentioned to me standing there. Pulling down my sleeve quickly not to show, like the shadow orc they wanted to know why I was here in the home of orcs. Again it felt like I was being crushed like their eyes had weight to them. Conversation with them proved to enlighten with them. Their god, the trade it... It makes more sense now. This tribe was - is even now writing my hand is shaking. I've been taking him for granted my protection against this all of this, know I want to know more, to learn more.
I need to make the exchange I need to show more of what my worth is beside a fleshy meal. As if on cue he returned angrily with me once more about speaking with the chief and assigned me a new task, to leave and research more outsider activity they encountered. My stomach feels to my ankles, to find something or don't come back every breath beat and pulse stopped. I left the village to seek out this ruin whatever secrets it held for him my only hope is that something was found.
But their gods must be laughing at me, humans destroyed everything. There was nothing, nothing that could help me. Those humans... Their mage that they had with them at least there was him but even he seems discouraged by the fact the humans had destroyed the entrance, an elf even disagreeing with the human that claim for the protection of these roads. Did they even know the orc village was only a few miles away these roads weren't safe I wasn't safe now?
A small creature found me after the raiders had left, all I got from it was the queen, that the orcs had killed, and a tear that I could feel fading and no longer strength to hold it's self-open in the ruins. I woke up back at the village, something happened I can't remember, a large boot kicking me awake. Half of me wish it was an ax. I pulled myself up from the dirt more bloody like tiny teeth and claws had torn me up. Now stood at the gate of the village that wouldn't welcome me or the humans in the Outlands. Death on both sides.
I tried to return to the city called Baldurs gate, but it felt so... unnatural now. Humans, elves laughing and cheering, chatting about something and nothing. It made me feel angry, my hand at my blade at my hip hand shaking as my nails dug into my palm threatening to tear it open and call demon to kill them... no, I'm too weak like this. I left the human lands and wandered back, only to look up at the hidden stones of the orc village without much thought of direction. Bone groan and grinding it feels like harder to breathe blood in my ears felt like home.
Just maybe it will be a quick death.
* a few sketches of the demon on the side and a few more formulas to some poitons and half writen words to spells scattered in any space avalible on the page*