@warsman: @_cerberus_: Freedom and happiness was something Vor'zhul did not felt anymore.His abrupt leave caught everyone off guard,even himself,he hated the idea of leaving,but it was a necessary evil.The natural scent of the forest was praiseworthy and nostalgic.It made him remember of home,the Band.No foolish man survived to tell how he did get near Sfiflheim,he had passed a hard time,which he prefered to forget.
Hours after exploring the sward,he halted for a while,redeeming his breath.Gamboling towards the mound,he begun to climb it,rock after rock.The cold was unbearable,he was jaded,all the odds against the Orcish Demon.Yet,his stubborn nature would make him go on,overcoming everything nature threw at him.Ere his upswing to the summit,he found a small cave.With bloodcurling strenght,he impulsioned himself forward,reaching said cavern in a matter of seconds.
"Tis where I rest today."
And he did rest there,he made that single cavern his shelter.Where he confined himself.Weeks had passed since he left the group,he trained every single day,disregarding weariness and trying each time harder.His fighting abilities had clearly improved,slowly,he augmented his abilities.The magic was starting to get mastered,but no spectacular result was achieved.
For food,the orc used his swords to hunt down any animal on the forest.For bathing,he usually went to a rill three times a week.He's life was peaceful and quiet.On his spare time,he composed his own chanson about his deeds.A trifling habit,but it yielded sad tone songs that kept him from forgetting his main intent.
"Up high,on the rangy mountain's chill
Lies a beast which mind is wrath ill
Measureless mistakes hunt his soul
Betrayal,deaths,all were his foul
Now he confines,a dark cavern is his lair
And with all his vigor,contains the ire
A noble orc,banned by his own tribe
Which life was sold by a small bribe
Fought and defeated many foes
Tried to sink in money,respect and hoes
But that was not enough,he claimed for vengeance
Old ties were broke,was formed a new alliance
Together with the Band he fought
Part of a family he was,leastways he thought
Many clashes won,a worthy soldier he proved to be
But he hid more than eyes could see
A legendary powers,considered a myth
Awaken by his iminent death,his certain defeat
A two sided blade it turned out to become
When allies were killed on the battle tone
Now he lies alone,isolated from the world he can harm
On the lonely cave,embracing death on his life."
The sorrowful howl over the form of a descant was heard,day after day,echoing through the troubly lands of Skellbrieg.
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