The Lore Of Ihnak

Prologue

Hot day and that too a lot.Was the sun shining too hard or was I feeling the heat too much due to situation I was in.i don’t know..i-I I really didn’t have a clue what I was thinking that day.Maybe the smell of seat and blood went to my brain and I was too worried to think about something useful.I was having thoughts as I faced my greatest opponent ever.My thoughts weren’t the priority then.Thoughts were never the priority.As my first mentor told me thoughts are as good as castle in the cloud-you needed action son so the path of action I took and here I am.

If thoughts were my only priority I would have been the lazy tramp which  orcs  loved to trample-yeah they loved.But why they loved you would ask.Orcs you know always love a punch bag-someone silent or someone meek or foolish enough to be the butt of their jokes someone they can let their anger,frustration after a day of disappointment out on you know. Yeah everyone loves a punchbag and I fitting all the criteria of a punchbag was picked on by you know alphas of the tribe maybe like that gentleman sitting in the front-yeah yeah you but wait no offense hear me out.

back to reality where my shield has been broken with his giant war axe much to the cheer of the opposing camp.

So as I was going on I still took the challenge to face the Goliath of an orc I knew I had to kill.It wasn’t about killing him out of hatred.it was something else like something above honour,greed or power hungriness.it was the will to prove myself. I knew makgora or the challenge to a death duel was the best way as only two people would fight and whole armies whould not have to die.To prove myself to skeptics and the soldiers who loyally put everything at stake for me and my idea,braved everything for me,slaved and many a times went hungry.Many of my allies who were in the afterlife would be proud of me as I was sending the one responsible for their deaths to them to deal with.These thoughts reinforced me as I started my attack the second attack in the fight with my scimitar  and it was a strong thrust I could recall as my opponent was taken by surprise but he shouted back “You came too far for an upstart huh.you should’ve died earlier”as he recovered from my sword thrust.It hit home and wounded him in the abdomen.So we both were equal then

Then all of a sudden  he brought his shield which he called the Tusker in the front and thrusted it forward pushing me down in the dust.

When I was knocked down I felt my whole life was flashing before my whole eyes:Where I started,initiation,hazing,missions I took all went by maybe like a vision.

My mind was flooded with emotions at that point of time.I will never ever forget that day you know which so defined who I am right now this very moment.Even in my comfortable estate I think of that day,even in the training grounds and even in the Royal court and you wont believe even now when I recall that moment I feel shivers running back and forth my spine.All my fur the furry orc I am stands up and I look as tall as a warrior which I wanted to become but now I am glad I never became.i am fine being the Warlord I am –average height,built but sharper and cunning than the assassins assembled here.You restless orcs might want to test my abilities but before someone of you gets hurt or injured let me complete what I came for.

My opponent was roaming round the arena where his camp was cheering before he came to deliver the finishing blow and end my miserable life

I was wondering when I was knocked down by his shield that should I have been involved in these things?These things which didn’t even concern me a bit.I was fine dilly dallying in my  hunting grounds in the comfort of my cave.i was fine when I was in the court or going on normal expeditions.i was fine living with hosts who required my mercenary services;the comfort and the luxury I experienced,the exotic lands I visited,the peope I met,the races I saw which I didn’t even know existed before I travelled to the far reaches of the world.maybe you know what forget all of this I was fine being the butt of jokes and the village i***t at least I knew I was safe in my little community which had everything I required;food,shelter and water.But if you are alive there has to be some meaning-yes .my job at the moment was to destroy whoever my enemy was.the enemy of my nation who was planning a major attack on the capital which would have crippled our Empire.It was enough thinking  for the moment now.

I got the chance to sabotage their plans which I did,I got the chance to destroy their base-which I did and now I am getting the chance to kill the one behind all of this-why should I fail now.I did not come this far to fail.It was enough motivation for me to get up and fight.I tore off my robe and bandaged my hand which was damaged by the tusker’s thrust badly.i stood back up and decided to take him down once and for all.

I took out my crossbow and fired a few shots at that big hunk of meat who was dancing to his praises from his followers who didn’t respect him but feared him.one of the arrows hit his behind and his face turned red and he started charging towards me.i kept firing a volley of arrows but as I reached in my quiver I found it was empty.i looked at him he was damaged in the least barely hurt even.The arrows which hit him barely affected him as he was charging like the mammoth I encountered for the first time.That time I knew it was the end. I My mind drifted to where it all began.