Role

Chapter 2

Ahhh...the story of Vokrem The Couragous...where do we even start. I
suppose we'll start where things start best: the beginning.

Our young hero Vokrem (Vok for short), grew up with a single father and
no siblings. Vok was the first (and last) born of his family, as his
mother passed in the process of birthing him. His father, the village
drunken pig farmer, never quite forgave Vok for the clearly malicious
role he had in his mother's death.

Vok was never the brightest of the village whelps, he often got teased
for getting lost even within the confines of the village, but the teasing
stopped when Vokrem found his larger than average fists easily turned his
brethren's toothy smiles and laughter a little less toothy and a lot less
laughy.

After the second time Vokrem delivered a beating to another youngling of
the village he returned home quite happy with himself, but his father
didn't seem to share in his pride. Drunker than usual and jealous of
Vok's victories, his father challenged the now adolescent Vokrem to an
arm wrestling match. Orcish cowardly instincts would tell Vok to back
down from a challenge from such an elder, but a strange sense of courage
and a desire to put the old drunk in his place had Vok eagerly pulling up
a chair to accept.

*SLAM* the drunk old orc's hand hit the table, only moments after
grasping with the oddly massive palm of Vokrem's.

"Hah pops. Yuh drunk couldn't beat 'little Vok?'" Vokrem mocked his
father.

Distracted by the after-glow of victory, Vokrem failed to see his
father's rage building up as he grabbed his butchering cleaver and
started flailing it wildly towards him.

*SLICE* The butcher's knife caught Vokrem across the right cheek and
through the bridge of his nose and the repugnant stench of orc blood
filled the room.

*SMASH* Without thought Vokrem's fist collided with the old drunk's face,
knocking him out cold and bringing him to the floor in mere moments.

"Vok nuh need dis! Yuz small! Yuz weak! Vok lead his own life now!"
Vokrem shouted at his unconcious father on the floor.

It was then that our young Vokrem decided to gather all of his courage
and escape into the world. No longer would the village protect him from
the dangers of the world. After all, nothing could be as bad as living
with the old drunk just one more day. He would have to be brave (to a
point), but it would be an adventure!