Darujhisa aDnii Kal-gthork the Evil Lord

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Chapter 1

Whenever I meet them, rage floods my soul and my eyes get bloodshot. I dimly remember
the experiment that I have gone through against my will. Now they want me to take an
oath against my will again. I will not bow to them. I will only answer to those I
see worthy of my skills and strengths. The Orc Clan will need a dark-knight to rally
them into battle and bring the fear back into the hearts of other races.

Too long we have been cowed, outcasts in cities and playthings with cabals. Now we
will raise a war banner so fearsome that many will pay tribute to the Orc-God and
his leader. The orc tribes will gather once more under the Grinning Skull and show
the lands when we berserk. Truly, blood will be spilled and the fields and roads
covered with their blood and their children. Once more, the orcs will give a shout
of triumph that will rock the dwarven mountains and the elves will cower in their
cities. We will demand payment and wrest their women from them and repay them their
actions against us over the centuries.

Arise, and trample forth in fury and rage.

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Chapter 2

The dark voice beckons me, taunting my weakness and fallen nature. It follows me
each step of the way - in my sleep, my wakefulness and during my rages.
Especially during the peak of my rage where my eyes become clouded with a desire
to see destruction before me. I cannot understand where the voice comes from, nor
can I flee from it.

First it came a whisper, now an audible voice. I called out the unseen foe to
appear, and even challenged it to a death battle. Yet, each time, when it calls
my name - 'Darujhisa aDnii- Kal-gthork', my knees grow weak. I feel the power
behind the voice, my hands becomes clamy and my throat parched dry. In the end,
an overpowering will bends my limbs to kneel. I fought against the power, only to
be cowed into submission once more. And yield.

And the voice calls to me again. In my head, in my being, in my spirit. Who are
you? What does a mishapen a half-bred orc-human has to do with the voice? What do
you want of me? I am my own master, with a former life of torture and
experimentation; and the latter a being of anger and dark magick?

Answer me!

And thus that was the day I met the voice with a tattoo of an infected, oozing
scar - Thrakburzug, supreme deity of the Grinning Skull. And he expects me to
bring a corpse of an elf as a sacrifice each time he calls me. And I yield again.

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Chapter 3

I might have stopped breathing and died. For when I opened my eyes, I was in a
graveyard, surrounded by heaps of bodies. We were left to rot and decay, or
perhaps be food for the undead and carrion. This whole place reeked of an evil
stench and unholiness. And I felt comfortable with it.

I realised I was breathing, for I could still feel my breath. But it sounded like
a snort each time. As there were no others about, I got to my feet and ran into
the dark woods surrounding. I never felt more alive and free. And my legs did not
tired easily when I was a human.

I stopped for the sudden thought jerked me to re-examine myself. My hands were
unsually large and my smell and hearing were keen and sharp. My skin was mottled
and bespotted with grey and feeling my face, I discovered I had a jutting lower
jaw. Running to a nearby stream which I heard distinctly, I howled a cry of
anger and smashed the rocks under the water when I saw my face. I looked like
a half-bred orc, grostequely transformed.

Rage filled my mind, with deep anger and loathing for all creatures and beings.
And I could feel the dark magick in my veins calling me to abuse them, and
it enhanced the vengence of my hostility against all. Such will be the price.
I will call myself 'Darujhisa aDnii Kal-gthork', meaning 'Fallen Half-bred'.

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Chapter 4

I was dragged into a fairly new laboratory. Through my haunted eyes, I noticed a
large creature beside me. It looked like an orc, though I could never be sure. I
had never seen one but from descriptions I had heard, it looked like one. The two
guards grinned at me, as they strapped me to the table. I hardly had any strength
to struggle, knowing if I did, there would be more pain.

After a few moments, two figures approached me. I believe one was a high ranking
priestess, a Matron, perhaps. The other could have been the Head of the Mage
Order. They looked and sounded satisfied as they discussed in their language. New
sensation of fear and pain rippled in me, for I began to understand that they were
going to try a new experiment on me. The bindings are iron and no matter how I
struggled, I could never break out from them. The guards seemed to enjoy my hapless
situation. They grinned even more at me.

I felt someone cut my wrists and let the blood flow freely. Dark incantations were
spoken, with loud gestures of magick fused with it. I felt my life ebbing away,
and smile sweetly knowing I would not be lasting long. Even the divine prayers
could not replace the loss of blood. I embraced the envelopiong darkness.

Only to be jolted by a sharp pain in my chest. I flickered my eyes open and to my
horror, a tube was thrusted into my heart. Yet I felt not the pain of mortal wound,
but pain of a human spirit. I did not understand what was happening but deep down,
I can see that my person is struggling to break free of a holding spell. And the
pain was excrutiating, as if my being was torn in two. I screamed a soundless cry,
for I was too shocked and weak to do anything.

As I began to lose consciousness again, I felt strength and energy coursing within.
Snapping my eyes open again, I saw the priest pouring blood, which I assumed
belonged to the orc, in me through the tube. A foul spirit took over me, followed
by a deep desire to destroy everything and end all life.

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Chapter 5

Each time, the door will open and two guards will drag one of us to the laboratory.
Every moment, the whole dungeon is filled with cries of anguish and hopelessness.
The captives with me all lie on the floor in the crowded cell, too tired, too
despondant to speak or move. We all yearn for the kiss of death, but each time near
the brink of death, a healer will come and heal our wounds. I have lost track of
time and space, I don't even know who or what I am.

My rest are filled with nightmares that plagued my soul. Scenes repeated run in my
mind, tormenting me and torturing my sleep. Our eyes, and I believe mine too, look
hollow and dull, with death looming over our shoulders, yet there is no deliverance.
I can only remember the incident, though I am not sure how it happened.

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Chapter 6

I am an experiment gone awry, a human slave captured by a drow transmuter for his
experiments and pleasures. Countless consciousness of pain have ripped through my
body, soul and spirit so much that I am numb to its sensation. My muslces, bones,
features have been twisted, distorted and disrupted so much that my voice no
longer cries mercy and my spirit no longer believes in a good god. I hardly
remember my past, except I used to have wife and son. Their faces look like demons
now, wickedly grinning at my hapless situation, mocking me.

Dark spells have been cast over me, sometimes blinding me, sometimes filling me
with dread and fear. In the background, there are always chanting of some foul
mantras and prayers. I can conclude that the experiments my captives are trying
on us captives have got to do with the priests and mages. All around me is death
and dead bodies. Death seems to be the only escape we have, but for me it is
elusive. I can hear the screams of the dying and the gurlging sounds as the spirit
tries to draw each gasping breath for the mortal body to live. But many times, it
just gives out. I envy those who sigh before the last breath. So peaceful.