The Lore Of Ihnak

Chapter 5:getting chased around

I maybe a big war lord now but there was a time when I was chased around like a mouse.I hate to admit that I was a p***y but heck do I care about maintaining a false image.The being winner throughout your life is warg crap for all I know from my experience.Every badass orc you know must have been a wussy whelp at some point if he has not yet romanced Lady failure or Miss disappointment he is up for a nasty wake up call later.Failures and getting whooped up shape you and make you humble.You dont bully a weaker orc or a puny goblin as you know what that feels like.More than the pain of getting whacked or swollen bummies you know it hits you in the heart.You never see yourself in the face plates the same way again your confidence is shattered.Now I have made a simple rule in my life.Remember where you came from.Ni matter how high up you are or how far you came you all go to Mother Nadur and Lady Sikdwili the Queen of The afterworld treats you all the same.

We Orcs came far if our legendary ruler Kapou would have supported the policy of bullying and humiliation of weaker orcs we wouldnt be where we are.The Pokhtanians are always divided that way that's why we crush them always.

Our unity in diversity always kept us strong.But some idiots like the Khasnah brothers don't get it.

Peace and logic doesn't work with idiots so you go the hard way I told myself as I dodged a dart by one of the goblins following me on rooftops.

I knew the area inside out like the back of my hand where the roads lead,where is a safe spot,where the path gets narrower,where the taverns are,the sewers,the promenade which the idiots didn't as their servants made them lazy and stupid as well.That way too much privilege sucks it takes away your eyes off the reality.

Three of them caught upto me.I slapped one so hard it pushed others down the rooftops.

Shkahil and his cronies weren't far behind.I took a goblin and rolled him so hard one of his cronies rolled and fell down in the nearby sewer.

“Good going ihnak just a few more to go”I jumped off the rooftop and got down onto the narrow lanes.These are the goblin quarters and generally very messy. I saw one pick a lizard from a sewer and chew it.Ugh Keep going.

Shkahil the fatso caught up with just three orcs.

“There he is get him boys.This time we will feed him some stinky goo  and pee on his face”He yelled

I saw a goblin pulling a cart a few way upwards.I got an idea.I called out to those hobos and started leading them up the narrow path.As I dodged multiple arrows,pebbles and spits I reached up to the cart.I rolled some barrels down the slope.I saw them getting rolled over and crushed.

I exited the Goblin colony and went to the town square.Ofcourse by jumping,sliding and crouching along the way as I dodged projectiles along the way.

I heard some growls and then I realised happiness was something which didn't last long.The older brother Sgahlak was back with some select riders and was running behind me.

I couldn't outrun the wargs so I slipped behind the counter.

“Thats it you fagallay come out and maybe we wont squash your nutties” He shouted at the top of his voice.

His warg moved close to where I was hiding it was only by chance I wasn't spotted.

Then I heard some clucking and grovelling noises.To my luck it was a butcher’s shop.

Meat and wargs are eternal lovers.I released some wild lambs and the wargs starting chasing them.Their was panic in the town square and I took advantage of it. Sgahlak was trying hard to control his.I used the butt of my crossbow and knocked his friend and took over his warg.

Till the time he regained control of his warg.I had scrambled far away and my warg was faster you ask.

I said it was just a highly motivated warg.I put a piece of flesh tarpan beef in front of it and it was fast as a lightning bolt summoned by the mages of Bandria.I jumped,bumped,knocked and did every possible verb in the town square unless my warg got knocked over due to a roadblock set by Shkahil and his friend Onml the Nasty squasher ogre. I fell in front of them and knew I ran out of luck.I got up and tried to run away but my friend Sgahlak caught up to me.As I was getting cornered I noticed a pulley beyond the path blocked by onml who was a blockhead as well.I made action of tossing something up in the sky and he looked up.I passed between the space in his legs and slipped one stinging berry in his pants and used my crossbow to cut the rope as I got up as fast as a flying wyvern.

I enjoyed the panic below me.

I was jumping roof over roof and house after house as the roads were too dangerous.

I must say one thing separated the Khasnah brothers from other bullies.

Their persistence and their efforts to whoop my ass were worth praising.Honestly they were the ones who developed me.The instinct to fight is a very strong driving force among us orcs.

Either you beat or get beaten nothing in between.They once again surrounded me-bruised, sobbing,half crawling and half limping.You gotta praise them.Gork tried to catch me again but I got out and he took Sgahlak in a deep embrace and fell down the tower in the dump.As the others drew their weapons daggers,flails,arrows, whips. I noticed a wire and used my crossbow to slide across to the other side watching their dismayed faces.

I showed them my tongue and rolled inside a small panel and as I closed it.

I could feel the desperate clang of their throwables desperately trying to get me.As I heaved a sigh of relief.I heard multiple women screaming.Oh boy now I realised I entered the wrong place.I was lucky uptill this point.

I could very well imagine what was going to happen to me.I very well knew.