The rays of the sky, ever persistent, breaks through the morning fog.  The rays are like a beacon of hope, they tell me that "some day, I'll be amongst my own".  I wish that it will turn true, oh how I wish..

Every day starts the same, I get up, grab my spear and head off to the lake side. There I'll gaze at the Orc staring back at myself,  wishing that he'll speak to me like I do to him.   Today however, I saw no reflection. As I arrived to the lake, the clouds filled the air, strange weather to be sure but nothing serious.  Upon arrival I leaned forward eagerly to talk to the Orc, but saw only the harsh gray of the morning sky.

Why does this happen? Why is it that I am never allowed to be near one of my own? Even the mute Orc ran away, Run away Orc! He talks like a human!

I sat by the lake and filled it with my tears.  That Orc had the same glove wear as myself, but yet I am still different.   Maybe I'll never find someone to be with..   As I sat mourning I heard a pitter patter of foot steps.  I looked up and saw an Elf walking calmly towards me.  "What do you want!?" I asked.  The Elf replied "I noticed you here all alone,  where are your Brothers?.  An innocent question, but to me it was as painful as a stab through the chest.   "I have no Brothers, I'm all alone in this world.I answered with a sad tone.  The Elf, this strange elf gave me a smile, and said with a soft voice " Come with me, you shall soon have a family."

As I walked with this Elf, I learned that he too had been alone in the world.  He didn't know his family, so instead he gathered others without families, into one place.  A place where they could run and dance and make merry.  The place you ask? None other than the land of D'hara..

I was given a hovel of my own, too sweet for my tastes. Beds with fluffy blankets,  which i promptly shredded to make a proper nest.  I was given tables and chairs, they were not quite my taste, at my old hovel i had the chairs made from deer bones, and the tables from elf bones. Here they ere made from nasty old wood. I was also given  a job, I was a shield carrier.  I carried a shield during drills, that would protect our archers from enemy arrows.  Not hard work, not at all.  I worked with a few other Orcs during drills.  they too could not speak like other Orcs, I was curious as to why this was and questioned one..

"It's old tongue, old tongue bad, new tongue good". He spoke, he turned back to polishing his shield.  "The new language is good?" I clarified.  "Yes yes, old tongue taste dusty, new tongue nice and stretchy".  To which a few other Orcs joined in and included their comments on the best way to preserve tongues, and which race had tastier tongues.

As most of the Orcs were busy discussing the variety ways of tongue preserving, I noticed two Orcs looking over a map. I noticed one was an Orc called Skull'fed, he had gotten the name by taking the skull out of every elf he killed, and placing them in his hovel as a trophy.  The other was an Orc I had not yet seen.   I approached the two quietly, trying to see what was on the map, their voices drifted over to me "  the border starts here and here, and ends within this area here".  "Ah,  good good, how many others have pledged their allegiance?" asked the other Orc. "Not many", Skull'fed admitted, "We are still in the recruitment... Oi!". For Skull'fed had noticed me lurking, "What are you doing Kurfist!".  "What are you talking about?" I asked.  Skull'fed hesitated, to which the Orc beside him whispered "He's a brother just like us, you can tell him".  "Very well Vampyer, but if word gets out its on your head!". Skull'fed leaned close, and whispered next to my ear" we are planning to leave this land and head over to Elijal".  "Why?" I asked. Vampyer whispered, "The advent is coming"..