Post by The Sergeant / Alisha on May 18, 2018 13:10:09 GMT
In the weeks leading up to the Orc attack, Ugram, an Orc who had fled his Orc tribe many months ago and now lived in Daring Heights, had found the hostility towards him as bad as when he had first arrived in Daring. Even with his works in The Red House, the influence of his boss, the drug baron halfling D.O.C., could not sway the insults and scorn of the common people. Ugram felt sad everyday.
D.O.C. was preparing to move his crew out of Daring through the Portal in a couple of days. But for Ugram the pressure had got too much. One late night he left with the few possessions he had, hoping no one would stop him entering the portal and leaving.
The moon was all out that night, the streets silent. Ugram made it to the portal. The few guards on duty knew Ugram, which he was relieved at for they would let him through. And they did. He returned to Faerun with a handful of gold and a great sadness in his heart. Several tents and buildings were close to the Portal. He walked through them at njght and saw a young half elf man pass him. He kept walking, following a path in a direction he didn't know into the wilderness. The image of the half elf changed in Ugram' s mind to reveal the image of his dear friend. Leocanto. Ugram's eyes watered as his thought of how the Bard had helped him all those months ago in the market square of Daring.
"No. Ugram must protect with his friends." The Orc whispered to the night. He smiled as tears ran down his face. He heard movement behind him. Still smiling he turned to see the dark trees. Sharp pain tore through his stomach. The smile faded as Ugram looked down to see an arrow pierce him. Blood dropped onto the grass. The Orc ran into the woods, away from the direction of the arrow. He ran like he had never run before. His eyes were full with water as he fled into the darkness.
A year and a month passed.
"That's right, an Orc walking through the Portal, and into the market square." A man told his friend over a drink. "When he was approached, he ran, calling out the name Leocanto. They took him down, and bound him. He hasn't stopped calling the name Leocanto for the last day."
"So why not find Leocanto and see what this Orc wants?" The man's friend asked
"Thing is, this Orc had one possession that raised eyebrows. A white bag with the head of a dwarf." With that the man downed the remainder of his pint. "Sounds like he neck is on the block in the next couple of days."
D.O.C. was preparing to move his crew out of Daring through the Portal in a couple of days. But for Ugram the pressure had got too much. One late night he left with the few possessions he had, hoping no one would stop him entering the portal and leaving.
The moon was all out that night, the streets silent. Ugram made it to the portal. The few guards on duty knew Ugram, which he was relieved at for they would let him through. And they did. He returned to Faerun with a handful of gold and a great sadness in his heart. Several tents and buildings were close to the Portal. He walked through them at njght and saw a young half elf man pass him. He kept walking, following a path in a direction he didn't know into the wilderness. The image of the half elf changed in Ugram' s mind to reveal the image of his dear friend. Leocanto. Ugram's eyes watered as his thought of how the Bard had helped him all those months ago in the market square of Daring.
"No. Ugram must protect with his friends." The Orc whispered to the night. He smiled as tears ran down his face. He heard movement behind him. Still smiling he turned to see the dark trees. Sharp pain tore through his stomach. The smile faded as Ugram looked down to see an arrow pierce him. Blood dropped onto the grass. The Orc ran into the woods, away from the direction of the arrow. He ran like he had never run before. His eyes were full with water as he fled into the darkness.
A year and a month passed.
"That's right, an Orc walking through the Portal, and into the market square." A man told his friend over a drink. "When he was approached, he ran, calling out the name Leocanto. They took him down, and bound him. He hasn't stopped calling the name Leocanto for the last day."
"So why not find Leocanto and see what this Orc wants?" The man's friend asked
"Thing is, this Orc had one possession that raised eyebrows. A white bag with the head of a dwarf." With that the man downed the remainder of his pint. "Sounds like he neck is on the block in the next couple of days."
