Post by Kotaiso on Jul 3, 2007 15:26:32 GMT -5
My name is Kotaiso. My story is not for the faint of heart. It is sometimes such a hard thing for me to tell that I cannot finish, but I will do my best. My warnings go out now that if you do not like gory details, then to stop listening to my tale.
I was born in what is now called Duskwood. When I was born it was still a part of Elwynn Forest. It had the same majestic beauty that Elwynn has today. I lived with my Mother, my Father, and my Sister. We were a happy family. We lived in a village which I does not exist anymore. It was situated next to the Yorgen farmstead, they were our neighbors and our family friends.
My Father was the head of the village and would always call village meetings by a lamp post which was situated in the middle of the village next to the biggest tree. The lamp post is still there, but the fires have all but burned out many years ago... When the meetings were called I would sit up on a rock to the southern borders of the village and watch my Father. He was my childhood hero. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. Being his Son, I would enherit the village leader position and make sure the village and its people all lived happy, prosperous lives. This was not to be.
I was born during the first war, when the Orcs were just marching across the lands of Azeroth. Our village had, of course, heard the reports of these monstrous, green-skinned brutes killing innocent Azerothonian guards and patrolmen. Everyone had confidence in the strength of our people and figured that this uprising would be brief and quelled easily.
How wrong we were...
I still remember it like it was yesterday... It was my eighth birthday. I had gotten an egg from my family. I didn't know what was inside of it and they said if I took care of it, it would be a surprise. So I took care of the egg. I put it safely in my pocket. The village was in the middle of celebration when they came. They were like something out of a nightmare. Something you would only hear in tales and lore. They charged across the northern hill of our village, their yellow tusks glistening in the Sun light. They were drooling, screaming brutes. They had arms the size of logs and their shoulders were as broad as a Bull's. But the thing I remembered most about them was their eyes... Their eyes blazed an intense red that if you looked right into them, you had to look away, but you couldn't. You would be so caught up in the fear that their eyes would hold yours in their gaze until they ended your life.
I remember the screaming...the chaos... As soon as they began charging down the hill, my Father rallied the men to fight. The women ran with their children and hid in their houses. I couldn't find my Mother or my Sister. I was so afraid that I was frozen in place. I watched as our villagers were cut down, disembowled, and gutted left and right. We were not ready for this...we were not prepared.
My Father came rushing to my side and told me to move. Only then did I snap out of my trance-like state and get to my feet. He told me to run but was cut short as an Orc's axe drove itself into his back. I blinked as his blood covered my face and clothes. My eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open as he coughs up liters of blood. He kept telling me to run but I was petrified...his gurgled words resounding in my ears nearly shattered my heart.
The Orc kicked my Father down and looked at me. He yelled something in Orcish and two other Orcs came over and pinned me down to the ground. They made my Father sit in front of me on his knees with his hands behind his back. I tried to close my eyes but they shoved their dirty fingers in my eyes and held them open... My Father mouthed the words "I love you" to me as the Orc who had got him up decapitated him in front of my eyes. I began to shake. My Father's head rolled on the ground and landed a few yards away as his body slumped forward in front of me. The Orcs then let out a howling laugh and began to beat me. All three of them. They punched me, scratches me, kicked me, tossed me...I nearly blacked out.
But they wouldn't let me go that easily...
As I was laying on the ground, I saw around me that the other Orcs were setting fire to the houses while the women and children were still inside. They planned to burn them alive. Those that ran out of their houses were caught and rounded into a circle. I was on the outside of the circle. Again the Orcs forced my eyes open and made me watch as the Orcs began to decapitate each and every survivor...including my Mother and Sister... My Sister...she was only three...and they did the worst to her... They cut her arms off... Her screaming only led them on as they cut her in half and chopped her into pieces in front of my eyes...
*Kotaiso Takes a Moment*
I screamed at the top of my lungs at the sight and managed to force my way out of their grasp. I ran. I ran as far as I could. When my legs couldn't support my weight anymore, I collapsed and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept but when I woke up Duskwood was different. The Birds no longer chirped in the trees, the bugs no longer moved in the dirt, it was like I was the only one left.
When I managed to get up and put my hand in my pocket and felt the egg my parents had given me. I took it out. It was still intact, surprisingly. I held it close and wept. Because of the pain they caused me, I hate the entire Orcish race to this day. I can't stand looking at them and want to cause them the pain they caused me...
Over the next couple of years I would hide from various Orc patrols. I would have to hunt the remaining wildlife for food, often failing. I would go days without eating. But the happiest day of my life happened during those years. That day was the day Chicken hatched. He popped his little head out of his egg and looked at me. I looked back and took him up in my hands gently, carressing his head and holding him close. I was still young at the time so I couldn't think of a proper name, so just named him Chicken.
*Kotaiso Looks Down at His Feet Where a White Chicken is Pecking the Ground Looking for Food. Kotaiso Smiles and Takes Some Grain Out of His Pack and Hands it to Chicken, Who Begins to Eat it*
When I was twenty-one I had found my way into Elwynn Forest's Northshire Valley. I had lived the majority of my life alone, except for the company of Chicken, in the wild. When I saw the Northshire guards, I was astounded that Humans were still around. I was secluded from society for so long that I thought the Orcs still ran rampant over Azeroth and all the Humans were dead. I asked him about what had happened and he thought I was loony.
Heh, I still remember the look he gave me when I asked him how King Llane was...
From there I joined the Stormwind (formerly Azeroth from what I remember) army and was stationed at Northshire.
I learned all about the defeat of the Kingdom of Azeroth and the victory of the Alliance of Lordaeron from the books in Northshire's library. I also read about the Scourge and what had happened at Mount Hyjal. I had never heard of Elves before let alone see one and found them intriguing.
As time went by I met Atticom who became my first friend in a very long time. We founded the Messengers of the Light together and gathered religious folk from all over Stormwind to join in our cause to spread the Light. This is where I met Verilyn. Verilyn...we instantly connected and fell in love.
On March 14th of this year, shortly after my twenty-second birthday, we were wed. It was the second most happiest day of my life.
The current war with the Horde has had its toll on my mind. As the war progressed, the Messengers grew less in numbers from being killed off by the Horde and the other dark things of this world. I found myself alone as Verilyn would often wander the planes of our world without any word to me. She left the Messengers on our own free will and joined with the Indelibles, who became allies with the few remaining Messengers. When there were six Messengers left alive out of the original twenty, it fell apart. I had to let go of the tabard I wore so proudly and I had to let my comrades go. I didn't want to see any of them die anymore, I couldn't handle it. It became a mental stress on my mind. It is during this time that I harmed myself. I made one cut on my left wrist for every Messenger that fell to honor their memory. I have foureen scars on my left wrist on account of this... I left the former Messengers behind and was welcomed into the arms of the Indelibles. But the former Messengers persisted on following me wherever I went and followed me into the Indelibles.
Erender, Atticom, Justinus, William Wallace, and myself have found a new home. Although Justinus, Atticom, and Verilyn have moved on, I know where my home is.
*Takes Another Moment*
I'm sorry for rambling...that is my tale...
I was born in what is now called Duskwood. When I was born it was still a part of Elwynn Forest. It had the same majestic beauty that Elwynn has today. I lived with my Mother, my Father, and my Sister. We were a happy family. We lived in a village which I does not exist anymore. It was situated next to the Yorgen farmstead, they were our neighbors and our family friends.
My Father was the head of the village and would always call village meetings by a lamp post which was situated in the middle of the village next to the biggest tree. The lamp post is still there, but the fires have all but burned out many years ago... When the meetings were called I would sit up on a rock to the southern borders of the village and watch my Father. He was my childhood hero. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. Being his Son, I would enherit the village leader position and make sure the village and its people all lived happy, prosperous lives. This was not to be.
I was born during the first war, when the Orcs were just marching across the lands of Azeroth. Our village had, of course, heard the reports of these monstrous, green-skinned brutes killing innocent Azerothonian guards and patrolmen. Everyone had confidence in the strength of our people and figured that this uprising would be brief and quelled easily.
How wrong we were...
I still remember it like it was yesterday... It was my eighth birthday. I had gotten an egg from my family. I didn't know what was inside of it and they said if I took care of it, it would be a surprise. So I took care of the egg. I put it safely in my pocket. The village was in the middle of celebration when they came. They were like something out of a nightmare. Something you would only hear in tales and lore. They charged across the northern hill of our village, their yellow tusks glistening in the Sun light. They were drooling, screaming brutes. They had arms the size of logs and their shoulders were as broad as a Bull's. But the thing I remembered most about them was their eyes... Their eyes blazed an intense red that if you looked right into them, you had to look away, but you couldn't. You would be so caught up in the fear that their eyes would hold yours in their gaze until they ended your life.
I remember the screaming...the chaos... As soon as they began charging down the hill, my Father rallied the men to fight. The women ran with their children and hid in their houses. I couldn't find my Mother or my Sister. I was so afraid that I was frozen in place. I watched as our villagers were cut down, disembowled, and gutted left and right. We were not ready for this...we were not prepared.
My Father came rushing to my side and told me to move. Only then did I snap out of my trance-like state and get to my feet. He told me to run but was cut short as an Orc's axe drove itself into his back. I blinked as his blood covered my face and clothes. My eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open as he coughs up liters of blood. He kept telling me to run but I was petrified...his gurgled words resounding in my ears nearly shattered my heart.
The Orc kicked my Father down and looked at me. He yelled something in Orcish and two other Orcs came over and pinned me down to the ground. They made my Father sit in front of me on his knees with his hands behind his back. I tried to close my eyes but they shoved their dirty fingers in my eyes and held them open... My Father mouthed the words "I love you" to me as the Orc who had got him up decapitated him in front of my eyes. I began to shake. My Father's head rolled on the ground and landed a few yards away as his body slumped forward in front of me. The Orcs then let out a howling laugh and began to beat me. All three of them. They punched me, scratches me, kicked me, tossed me...I nearly blacked out.
But they wouldn't let me go that easily...
As I was laying on the ground, I saw around me that the other Orcs were setting fire to the houses while the women and children were still inside. They planned to burn them alive. Those that ran out of their houses were caught and rounded into a circle. I was on the outside of the circle. Again the Orcs forced my eyes open and made me watch as the Orcs began to decapitate each and every survivor...including my Mother and Sister... My Sister...she was only three...and they did the worst to her... They cut her arms off... Her screaming only led them on as they cut her in half and chopped her into pieces in front of my eyes...
*Kotaiso Takes a Moment*
I screamed at the top of my lungs at the sight and managed to force my way out of their grasp. I ran. I ran as far as I could. When my legs couldn't support my weight anymore, I collapsed and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept but when I woke up Duskwood was different. The Birds no longer chirped in the trees, the bugs no longer moved in the dirt, it was like I was the only one left.
When I managed to get up and put my hand in my pocket and felt the egg my parents had given me. I took it out. It was still intact, surprisingly. I held it close and wept. Because of the pain they caused me, I hate the entire Orcish race to this day. I can't stand looking at them and want to cause them the pain they caused me...
Over the next couple of years I would hide from various Orc patrols. I would have to hunt the remaining wildlife for food, often failing. I would go days without eating. But the happiest day of my life happened during those years. That day was the day Chicken hatched. He popped his little head out of his egg and looked at me. I looked back and took him up in my hands gently, carressing his head and holding him close. I was still young at the time so I couldn't think of a proper name, so just named him Chicken.
*Kotaiso Looks Down at His Feet Where a White Chicken is Pecking the Ground Looking for Food. Kotaiso Smiles and Takes Some Grain Out of His Pack and Hands it to Chicken, Who Begins to Eat it*
When I was twenty-one I had found my way into Elwynn Forest's Northshire Valley. I had lived the majority of my life alone, except for the company of Chicken, in the wild. When I saw the Northshire guards, I was astounded that Humans were still around. I was secluded from society for so long that I thought the Orcs still ran rampant over Azeroth and all the Humans were dead. I asked him about what had happened and he thought I was loony.
Heh, I still remember the look he gave me when I asked him how King Llane was...
From there I joined the Stormwind (formerly Azeroth from what I remember) army and was stationed at Northshire.
I learned all about the defeat of the Kingdom of Azeroth and the victory of the Alliance of Lordaeron from the books in Northshire's library. I also read about the Scourge and what had happened at Mount Hyjal. I had never heard of Elves before let alone see one and found them intriguing.
As time went by I met Atticom who became my first friend in a very long time. We founded the Messengers of the Light together and gathered religious folk from all over Stormwind to join in our cause to spread the Light. This is where I met Verilyn. Verilyn...we instantly connected and fell in love.
On March 14th of this year, shortly after my twenty-second birthday, we were wed. It was the second most happiest day of my life.
The current war with the Horde has had its toll on my mind. As the war progressed, the Messengers grew less in numbers from being killed off by the Horde and the other dark things of this world. I found myself alone as Verilyn would often wander the planes of our world without any word to me. She left the Messengers on our own free will and joined with the Indelibles, who became allies with the few remaining Messengers. When there were six Messengers left alive out of the original twenty, it fell apart. I had to let go of the tabard I wore so proudly and I had to let my comrades go. I didn't want to see any of them die anymore, I couldn't handle it. It became a mental stress on my mind. It is during this time that I harmed myself. I made one cut on my left wrist for every Messenger that fell to honor their memory. I have foureen scars on my left wrist on account of this... I left the former Messengers behind and was welcomed into the arms of the Indelibles. But the former Messengers persisted on following me wherever I went and followed me into the Indelibles.
Erender, Atticom, Justinus, William Wallace, and myself have found a new home. Although Justinus, Atticom, and Verilyn have moved on, I know where my home is.
*Takes Another Moment*
I'm sorry for rambling...that is my tale...
