The Lore Of Ihnak

Chapter 1:The tramp

I still recall those carefree days but I hate to remember this part of my life at all but here I was the most comfortable.No work and no risk but now when I think of it-That part of my life I was not alive.I was more of a vegetable-those things that grows in human settlements on their own when we used to raid.Earlier I thought it was magic honestly.I thought this for two reasons first I was dumb second I didn't know it was a thing called agriculture.

Agriculture is a wonderful thing the humans invented.Their whole pack doesn't go out hunting for food like we guys do or used to do.Instead they make a few measly runts work on the field and throw magic powder in the ground and use small bottles which spit water from their mouth on the ground.They have to wait for months and then they grow into small and thin trees called crops.My days observing human settlements as I was usually an idler having nothing to do made me understand humans more than any orc in this world.

Those measly runts who work all day in the field which I came to know from humans are called peasants.Ironically they are the ones who have shortage of food and the humans who live in castles have an excess of food which they casually waste in huge gatherings called feasts similar to us but less violent and rarely have I heard someone getting killed in these events which is frequent among our kind.

When I used to talk about this magic powder to my family they used to ridicule me.According to them food is just hunt or game.Everyday i used to hear the orc neighbour next to our house hunted a big deer or someone hunted a whale.The taunts were getting too much and it was humiliating.I didn't really see much point in hunting not much as I didn't think running around a deer or a rabbit for a whole day was sensibility.But I had to do hunting as it was a part of our culture and yeah the curriculum of the makarah I had to attend.

I started hunting and gathering mainly due to the mounting  family pressure on my head.

Things were getting tough and a little help was always appreciated.Dilly Dallying orcs and day dreamers rarely get work done.

Things were going tough in my family.Despite being privileged there was never enough.I never could buy the weapons I wanted to.I had to make do with an old spear and a long bow with a few arrows whom I had to make.Forging weapons was something which the makrah taught us to do but rarely the richer orcs used it neither the stronger ones so it was for smaller and broke ones like me to get through.

I hated going out and hunting sessions were obviously despicable.I hated being the butt of all jokes and how the bigger and meaner orcs used to snatch the game from the runts including me.

Confrontations with them ended with a bloodied face or getting hung upside down by some oak tree.Neither of the two scenarios were desirable to me?They just ended with a few arrows on their behind and a few scratches on their face which was brave by my standards until I was bashed up so bad.I avoided going to my makrah for weeks feigning illness or sometimes runhing off to watching human settlements or the best lying in the meadow and doing nothing.

The Teachers were not having happy things to report to my father as usual.One day literally all hell broke lose when they caught him at the bazaar and had a quick chat where they feigned concern about me like heck they didn't even get me down from the tree I was found hanging on.That day he was in a grumpy mood well grumpier than usual.He violently shook me off my hammock during my siesta which i loved so dearly more than life itself and started talking to me about the issue with hunting.I was usually my dont care attitude person and said something sarcastic like “if being hung by a tree is so fun why don't you try it?”That seemed to piss him off.Remember honesty and truth always pisses off people as they would rather live in the bubble of lie they have built.

Dad's roar was enough to get me out on my feet and got me going with the makeshift Spear I owned which barely was sharp enough to prick a troll.But as they said you have to start somewhere so I did being the broke guy I was and now here I am.As I was heading towards the forest with a dumb spear and a dumber net which was weak enough to break under a rabbit’s weight I was nearly pushed to the left side by a force which scared me to death.I heard a laugh which I recognized.It was my rich friend Ragnahk whose warg pushed me to the side as he didn't see my puny and insignificant stature.I wasnt hurt by my insignificant stature but I was rather happy I met my friend after a long time.I was jealous he had a warg for himself as my dad didn't let me use his and as a family we had one  because dad could not afford.

“Where are you going for a nap Ihnak?”I heard the taunt in his voice.Apparently people thought I was a napster only.

Keeping myself from sobbing or roaring I calmly replied,”Just going to hunt a big reindeer and a few boars”

My friend smirked at me and offered to leave me by the forest as he was going that way.

I being my lazy self thought why not save myself some effort by not walking so I accepted the offer.

I don't know when we reached the forest as we talked a lot about how great he was and how girls were falling for him.

Dad's wealth not your charm I murmured to myself.

Deep down I knew I was jealous very jealous.

He asked me if I said something.I was about to reply then I heard a sweet voice and he said he had to go.I saw a pretty lady orc get on the warg with him.I wished to myself if I was the warg at least I could feel her warm hips if not make out with her.

Fate had greater things for me and as for now i was to hunt at least a boar to show my dad.

Two orcs- different fate and separate ways.