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| The diary of Darrick
Sitting quietly in the library of Trinsic, Darrick had a hard time remembering everything that had happened the past few days. He had been travelling with a caravan, leading from Britain and all the way down to Trinsic, carrying books and other merchant goods. There were only a few able bodied men guarding the caravan, and Darrick certainly wasn't able bodied. At least not in battle. He'd been working as a smith for some time, so he was not weakly built, but when it came to skills with a blade he reckoned he'd be as weak as a mongbat if any hardened brigands came by. To the gods' credit, no brigands arrived, but while they were camping for the night, a group of eight orcs happened upon their encampment. One of the men guarding was chopped almost in half, by a crude axe wielded by a particularly large, and smelly, orc. Another guard got an unfortunate hole through his chest as another orc carrying a spear impaled him with a growl Darrick wouldn't soon forget. With hardly any clothes on, Darrick spun around, only to face an Orc smashing his fist squarely into his face with a crack that made him think he'd be without a nose for quite some time. Soon after, he noticed the orcs rushing into the camp, as everything suddenly went black.
He woke up later, drenched in sweat and tied to a pole. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around. They seemed to be in a crude camp made by the orcs, with two worn tents and a campfire not far from him. There was three orcs standing behind the campfire, apparently arguing in their own tongue about who'd inherit the weapons the guards had carried. From one of the tents, a female was crying out in pain, and Darrick could only guess from the sounds what was happening to the poor woman. With a short groan, darrick suddenly noticed the bindings on his hands were not as tight as was supposed. His guess was that the orcs didn't see him as a threat, and didn't bother to tie him up well. He tightened the muscles in his arms, while keeping an eye on the three orcs as the rope around his wrists came loose. He stood up and grabbed a large piece of wood next to him and growled at the orcs, as they grabbed their weapons, noticing him.
The orcs recoiled and widened their eyes, suddenly seeming very scared, and for a second Darrick actually thought that they had become afraid of him. That notion quickly faded though, as three arrows sailed past his head, two striking one orc in the chest, and the third smashing into the right eye of a second orc. The third orc rushed ahead in a rage, running past Darrick towards the forest where the archers were hiding. Darrick sprang into action and smashed the wooden club down on the backhead of the orc. With a loud pop, the orc went down. Darrick turned towards the tent, as the orc came rushing out, wearing only a loincloth. Of course, the first thing the orc saw, was Darrick. The orc growled in rage and rushed over to him, taking an axe from one of the fallen orcs. Darrick backstepped and fell to the ground as the orc came rushing in. He lifted up his legs at the forthcoming orc, catching it in the chest, and managed to move his head as the orc's axe smashed into the pole next to him, sending splinters flying left and right. Darrick rolled to his left, then stood up and ran towards the fallen orcs, taking the spear on the ground next to one of them, then turned to face the orc, and barely dodged the axe flying towards him. Regaining his balance, Darrick took the spear in both hands and with a quick strike it went straight through the orc, impaling it to the ground. Darrick turned around, almost frantically, and again all went dark, as something hard hit him on the back of his head.
Again, with a grunt, he woke up, this time lying in a bed though. A female human was sitting next to him, with a wet cloth, wiping some of the blood away. He was in a large room, with several beds with white sheets. Obviously a healer's hut. Outside the birds were singing and he could barely notice tall sandstone walls from out of one of the windows. He rested his head back, and closed his eyes, once again falling into darkness, but this time in a peaceful sleep. The sandstone walls was the great walls of Trinsic, and he knew he was safe in the healer's care.
The next day, the healer told him he'd have to stay out of too much physical work the next few days. Thanking the healer, he went on a stroll through the city, and eventually coming to the library, where he had bought some pen and paper, and was writing a letter. A letter to join the city of Trinsic as a guardsman.
What else would happen now remains to be seen... |
27-10-06, 08:10 AM
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