The Lore Of Ihnak

Chapter 4-hierarchy

Chapter 4-hierarchy

This is a sensitive topic for me to speak about but I will speak regardless as I was a victim of it.When you are at the bottom or near it you get two thoughts-first stay at the bottom forever and slave all your life and second rise up to the top,kill your way to the top and fight your way to the top.Life is a battle my orcs and we have to fight from womb to  grave through whatever Mother Nadur has given us. If we were to be slaves we would be grinding metal at some those demon masters refineries or forge or would have ended getting killed,burned or mutilated for their imps playtime.So the crunch is you have to work hard and fight fang and cleaver towards the glory.No guts no glory is what I always went by.

Even my father was a victim to the privileged brats.Narcissism and loss of opportunities is rampant in the orcish system we live for.The stronger you are the meaner you are.

The humiliation,mockery and the bullying faced by my father made him narrow minded.As a father I understand his concern he doesn't want his next generation which is me to face what he faced.Behind the anger on his snout and roar in his voice there is a concerned father.

I was not doing well at the makrah and they would be deciding where I would go for higher skill training.I was not that smart to learn spells,encryption,heliograph or navigation although I did all these later which I learnt on my own.

Nor was I strong enough to fight or carry heavy loads which is best left to the trolls.

He wanted me to be a metalworker while I wanted to learn Trading as I saw people get wealthy.Dad said wealthy and royale is way above the dreams of poor orcs like us who just have to grind axes of warriors.Although my father was a supervisor and trainer who was well known and respected by orcs,trolls,ogres and goblins alike.Even local human and elf settlements recognized his worth.

Despite all this we weren't wealthy as there was never enough gold.His employers used to make all the gold from his sessions.Hierarchy and inherited wealth which was grabbed by unprincipled ancestors.My grandfather infused this spartan mindset in my dad at a young age  Even a well respected war veteran didnt get to the top. You see bigger your size the dumber you are you are at the top you snatch food you grow bigger and then you snatch more and grow till you are the biggest and meanest orc around.The Khasnah brothers are marauder orcs bigger and meaner and with their wealth stupider.As I was collecting my warthog meat and counting my cash.The younger one Shkahil purposely bumped into me and my packet of gold coins fell.As I bent to pick it The older brother Sgahlak Picked it up and crushed my hand and laughed,”Maybe money's rainin on runts ahahaha.” I got up and tried to get what was mine then suddenly I realised I was up in the air and my hands were swinging in the air and kicking around.”Small orc gettin no rich.Know yo place mousey orc hahaha”said an insensitive troll Gork who was their servant.

It was a show in the marketplace but no one was taking a stand for me as I was the son of a commoner overseer and they were the local marauders quite the bullies of the area.

I realised something that day no one is gonna fight for me and I have to take a stand against this hierarchy and no one else will for me.The world is selfish and I have to be a badass to live.

As they were tossing my well earned money in their hand and walking away with my warthog meat as I swinged in the year.I knew it was the time to strike.I poked my finger nails in Gork’s eyes and I fell down from his grasp.

I took out one crossbow bolt and poked in his behind and that was enough to set him crazy as he  rampaged throughout the town square.A rampaging troll is fear to the biggest of orcs and my bullies dropped my packet of gold which i caught

 as I kicked the other in his belly to retrieve my meat bag.Having retrieved the items I decided to kick some ass.I took some astrid berries which release a stinging juice when burst. I threw the berries on his behind.

Now a rampaging and hurt troll is harder to handle and in the ensuing panic.I could hear a loud roar and smashing of bones and shops.The elder brother flew up in the air as he tried to calm his servant and the younger was trying to gather his fellow orcs to chase me

I took the cue time to make an escape.

Now that is sadist but I want to show you can't just trample someone around and go punished.

I even thought the innocent orcs and the marketplace werent responsible but as I climbed the roof of a shop I saw an orc guy's teeth smashed.I remember him he was grinning when I was kicked in the bum in front of my people.Now well he was responsible not alone but in a group.Society if it doesn't stop bullying it encourages it.I laughed as I thought how he would try to gather his teeth.

I literally smashed the teeth of hierarchy and kicked it in the belly today.Now dad will have two reasons to be proud.The awesome story I will come home with.I jumped on another platform as I saw a messy Shkahil and his few lackeys chasing me.