nichtmar
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Post by nichtmar on Mar 29, 2006 7:54:26 GMT -5
Before ogres were enslaved by the Dark Elves they were a peaceful race. Ogres were believed to be even intellectual, before beaten into savage beasts, but not all Ogres were enslaved a few banished themselves away. So far that they believed no man or elf would see them again. A small horde of ogres lived on an island just west of Forochel past the mountains. Among them was an ogre called Nichtmar, knowing nothing of war or hatred, he believed he’d live in peace for the rest of his life. Yet, like most things, everything comes to an end. Rain falls over a young ogre boy playing with the crabs on the beach. The sound of creaking wood from the sea grabs his attention. A towering ship flows through the storm like a dark knight, amazed the boy stands in aw. The men beach their boats. “Boy, what island is this?” The boy stands in scared silence. “Boy, I’m talking to you.” The man sloshes closer. “Boy?” “My gods, what kind of devil are you?” Instantly the man slams his gauntlet across the face of the boy, breaking his ogre teeth and knocking the boy out. Sometime later the boy wakes to the smell of ash. Fire furies through the island, nothing but flame and smoke surrounds the boy as he runs to his family. Dead, burning, gone are his family and home. He knows he is now alone and he must leave. For more about Nichtmar go to the Chronicles of Nichtmar. (No not Narnia or Riddick)
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