l-Vador
spent many hours hidden away in the woods in an attempt to avoid any
contact with the Orcs. He had been planning for some time how to best
utilise the red phial the creature had given him in the cave but
there was always so much to be getting on with throughout the day
that he never set any of his plans in motion.
Escaping
the settlement altogether suited him better. Then he need not have to
boil with rage at the various abuses that his people put up with from
the Orcs.
He
stood watching birds of prey circle when a voice called next to him,
'You have not completed your task.'
El-Vador
jumped, unsheathing his blade and swinging wildly at thin air. He had
neither seen nor heard the owner of the voice approach, a fact that
should have been impossible. 'Where are you?' he cried. 'Show
yourself!'
The
mocking laughter that rang inside his own skull answered the question
he hadn't asked.
'It has been many moons since you were given the phial and commanded
to seek vengeance upon those that wronged you,' the voice from the
cave said, still remaining out of sight.
'There have been complications.' said El-Vador, scanning the area
hopelessly in an attempt to find the source of the voice. 'Why can I
not see you?'
The
voice chuckled again, El-Vador felt no desire to join it. 'I am
inside of you, always. What complications do you feel excuse you from
your taking of the Orcs' lives?'
'I
have been busy with my father and the planning of the assault.'
The
chuckling subsided, he found the silence ominous. 'Your petty life as
you knew it is of little consequence, you must slay the Orcs and gain
your vengeance.'
'Alone? Armed with just the phial you've given me? I don't know
how!' cried El-Vador, clutching his head in frustration.
'You are my chosen vessel, all you need do is act and it shall be
done.'
'Your chosen vessel?' asked El-Vador. 'Chosen for what purpose?'
'In a time far from now that shall become clear,' the voice replied
cryptically. 'Your purpose in the here and now is clear and I shall
not utter it again.'
A
lancing pain shot through El-Vador's head, making him lose all
bearing on his surroundings and bringing him down to one knee.
'Get out of my head!' he roared, coming to his feet again by force
of will alone. 'I will kill them, I will kill them all! Just leave my
mind in peace!'
Silence
greeted him as his head ached, he needed to kill the Orcs soon.
Chief
Sarvacts rode out of the stronghold and through the bustling streets
of the small settlement that had sprung up around it.
He
left the civilised world behind, not that it would be called that
from where he had come and could never go back to. He couldn't
imagine any of his old comrades standing the squalor he had been
placed in.
He
rode with his axe across his knees, ready to use at a heartbeat's
notice. It would be years before Orcs could travel through these
lands without a weapon to hand. Sarvacts remained convinced the
missing Orc had not vanished all on his own. His bones may well have
been lost deep in the forests but he doubted the wildlife could have
bested him. No, this was some Elven plot to retake the lands or
perhaps some petty act of vengeance.
He
knew that the road he was travelling on was ideal for an ambush, he
didn't care. Let the Elves come if there were any, at least then he
would know for sure that which he suspected.
Sarvacts
arrived at the first Elven settlement he had captured and immediately
came across the Elf that had been eluding him, El-Vador. The boy was
making his way back to his father's house and seemed to be trying his
best to ignore that Sarvacts was riding up beside him. He reined in
across his path, making him impossible to avoid. 'You, Elven boy,' he
called out to him. 'I have been looking for you.'
The
boy's face remained impassive. Sarvacts knew that this young one
wanted him dead from their last encounter, he almost felt like
goading him into action. First though he would attempt to wrangle the
truth out of
spent many hours hidden away in the woods in an attempt to avoid any
contact with the Orcs. He had been planning for some time how to best
utilise the red phial the creature had given him in the cave but
there was always so much to be getting on with throughout the day
that he never set any of his plans in motion.
Escaping
the settlement altogether suited him better. Then he need not have to
boil with rage at the various abuses that his people put up with from
the Orcs.
He
stood watching birds of prey circle when a voice called next to him,
'You have not completed your task.'
El-Vador
jumped, unsheathing his blade and swinging wildly at thin air. He had
neither seen nor heard the owner of the voice approach, a fact that
should have been impossible. 'Where are you?' he cried. 'Show
yourself!'
The
mocking laughter that rang inside his own skull answered the question
he hadn't asked.
'It has been many moons since you were given the phial and commanded
to seek vengeance upon those that wronged you,' the voice from the
cave said, still remaining out of sight.
'There have been complications.' said El-Vador, scanning the area
hopelessly in an attempt to find the source of the voice. 'Why can I
not see you?'
The
voice chuckled again, El-Vador felt no desire to join it. 'I am
inside of you, always. What complications do you feel excuse you from
your taking of the Orcs' lives?'
'I
have been busy with my father and the planning of the assault.'
The
chuckling subsided, he found the silence ominous. 'Your petty life as
you knew it is of little consequence, you must slay the Orcs and gain
your vengeance.'
'Alone? Armed with just the phial you've given me? I don't know
how!' cried El-Vador, clutching his head in frustration.
'You are my chosen vessel, all you need do is act and it shall be
done.'
'Your chosen vessel?' asked El-Vador. 'Chosen for what purpose?'
'In a time far from now that shall become clear,' the voice replied
cryptically. 'Your purpose in the here and now is clear and I shall
not utter it again.'
A
lancing pain shot through El-Vador's head, making him lose all
bearing on his surroundings and bringing him down to one knee.
'Get out of my head!' he roared, coming to his feet again by force
of will alone. 'I will kill them, I will kill them all! Just leave my
mind in peace!'
Silence
greeted him as his head ached, he needed to kill the Orcs soon.
Chief
Sarvacts rode out of the stronghold and through the bustling streets
of the small settlement that had sprung up around it.
He
left the civilised world behind, not that it would be called that
from where he had come and could never go back to. He couldn't
imagine any of his old comrades standing the squalor he had been
placed in.
He
rode with his axe across his knees, ready to use at a heartbeat's
notice. It would be years before Orcs could travel through these
lands without a weapon to hand. Sarvacts remained convinced the
missing Orc had not vanished all on his own. His bones may well have
been lost deep in the forests but he doubted the wildlife could have
bested him. No, this was some Elven plot to retake the lands or
perhaps some petty act of vengeance.
He
knew that the road he was travelling on was ideal for an ambush, he
didn't care. Let the Elves come if there were any, at least then he
would know for sure that which he suspected.
Sarvacts
arrived at the first Elven settlement he had captured and immediately
came across the Elf that had been eluding him, El-Vador. The boy was
making his way back to his father's house and seemed to be trying his
best to ignore that Sarvacts was riding up beside him. He reined in
across his path, making him impossible to avoid. 'You, Elven boy,' he
called out to him. 'I have been looking for you.'
The
boy's face remained impassive. Sarvacts knew that this young one
wanted him dead from their last encounter, he almost felt like
goading him into action. First though he would attempt to wrangle the
truth out of
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