Musings of an Orc 001 - From the Middle

I feel it is perhaps time I started to chronicle both the unfolding events and some of my past. My feet are on the path that will lead to the founding of House Grey, and it is only right that future generations know of their lineage.

After years of wandering the frontiers of civilisation, I have inadvertently ended up in the employ of a Lord. He has hired himself a group of sell swords and is purging barbarism from the area surrounding his castle, with the ultimate goal of crushing Rappan Athuk. I decided to apply myself to this worthy task and only found out later that he was nobility. Happy coincidence indeed. While he is weak and needs rescuing from the most innocuous situations, he doesn't let that deter him. He does not ask anything of us that he is unwilling to do himself. I respect that. It should also be mentioned that he is a Tengu - in my idle moments I find myself wondering how much he tastes like chicken. Despite my curiosity, I should keep him alive. He might be the means by which I fulfill my promise.

Also of note is the Halforc. He has embraced the ways of our ancestral enemy which is unusual enough, and he carries himself with an air that reminds me of my mother - may Telophus and Vanitthu nourish and protect her soul. I do not yet know of his role in my destiny, perhaps he serves to remind me that all are equal in the eyes of the law. Or perhaps he is nothing more but a reminder of my past. Either way, I am glad to have met him.

The remainder are a rag-tag bunch of humanoids. I do not much care for them. They squabble and argue and babble about truth and justice and goodness. Then a light breeze comes, they fall over and start to bleed out. May the Gods grant me the patience to see this through to the end.

My journey with the Company thus far has been somewhat uneventful. We have killed a couple of groups of bandits and ventured into the Mouth of Doom. Strangely enough, the dungeon itself is more of a hazard than its inhabitants. The place is rife with traps and, judging by the frequency of the cave-ins, made by dwarves. Or kobolds. Or kobolds riding dwarves. Nothing would surprise me any more. The monsters found so far could serve as a bestiary check list. Jellies and oozes and blood suckers. All deserving of death, but hardly something one celebrates about after a victory.

Next time I shall pen something about my years of wandering. It was not a grand time, but one I would do well not to forget either.