Musings of an Orc 004 - No longer his Mothers son

I do not know what Mother would think of recent events, as I have taken my fate in my own hands. This both scares and excites me. She would still be be proud of me. She would be proud of my goals. I do not know if she would be proud of my methods.

The tale begins with our return from the main entrance of Rappan Athuk. We were accosted by the villain Corrak and her band. He (she?) was more interested in talking in circles and indulging in a little blood play than straight robbery, which I admit I thought was unusual for a bandit. I defended my Lords honour by fighting in his steed, and I was soundly and systematically hacked apart. Adding to my shame, my Lords other comrades jumped in, preventing my deserved death. As a final insult, Corrak took my Hydra. And my gold. But mostly my Hydra.

Mother always counselled patience. I admit, I understand why. But the way I saw it, I had lost face and I should have been dead. It was an appropriate time to take a risk.

I had seen the raw power of the Galabrezu. I had seen the well ordered strength of Axis. I had seen the wisdom and glory of the Angels. I needed access to that sort of outerworldly essence. So I spent my time hassling Lettus, or Lannis or whatever his name is. I read up on the Outer Planes. I spent my time asking any other educated person I could find.

Finally, I made contact. He understood my problems and motivations. He understood I was up against Orcus and Rappun Athuk and he shared my disgust. However, he disapproved of me trying to get personal strength and instead offered to help me better lead my forces against that damned dungeon. All he needed was a commitment from me.

I held off initially, but seeing the opportunity to usurp a bandit Captain I made my decision. I performed the ritual, felt the outworldly power, challenged the Captain and died. I can't draw pictures well enough to fully express my displeasure at this turn of events.

However, my soul was intercepted as it departed. He and I had another chat, and I was offered a second chance. I took it. As Aggy would say, I went balls deep. My soul was returned, my body was healed, and I managed to win the day.

What happens from here on out only the Gods know, but somehow I don't think Mother would approve of her son carrying Archon blood.

I hope she doesn't decide to haunt me