Orcish Lessons in Humility

Our last entry was cut short when Sister Amarlynn found something disturbing near our camp. On the ground beneath the tree were freshly strewn leaves and dirt. Not like that of a person covering their tracks, but more or less of a person clawing into the dirt, grasping at whatever they could. Moving around the brush it became apparent the figures in the soil were created by an unfortunate soul. Three fingers lie in the earth, crying for their master. It became apparent the owner had ceased to exist in this world for not far from the site did we find a pile of bones. There were several vertebrae laid upon what would have once been finely sewn clothing had it not been for the animal-like shreds and tears that now fringed the outfit. It was at first unclear what creature could ravage another in such a way as to bring tears to an innocent's eyes, but having seen far worse in both quality and quantity, we knew better. Orcs. Rather, a single orc with an appetite for flesh of which only a Human could satisfy.

I began to prepare a makeshift memorial, gathering large stones to cover the remains. It would matter little in such a desolate area, devoid of any life worth calling itself such. Whoever this traveler was, he left only a pile of bones and a ring on one of his three fingers. The finger with the ring, which somehow escaped the belly of the beast, held an inscription on the inner bands. Strange markings which seemed to float as liquid metal in the darkness spoke of another with a ring to match, a token of love everlasting - a widow with a band of similar taste. I place the ring within the pouch around my shoulder and tuck it away within my chestplate. One day, we would find the owner of this token and woefully present them with this small memoir of their beloved.

Before I realized what had happened, Amarlynn was stepping backwards. Had it not been for my gracious cushion to her behind, she would have completely fallen on her backside. Her shield was held high and as she raised back on her feet, I could see her face. Her teeth were clutched so tightly one could safely assume they would crack under pressure at any moment. The ground beneath her embossed with her very footprints. But they were not alone. As I stood and looked my way from bottom to top, there was a large, disgusting Orc whose zealous grunting would have surely caused looks of disdain from the common woman at home in Stormwind. He held in his hand a large club of some sort, worn and bloodied, it had smashed directly into Amarlynn's shield. Wood chips flew off in the melee that ensued, causing me to raise an arm over my face for protection.

With Amarlynn's graceful moves around the man-pig, it became clear he was not as tough as one would first think. Having left my gear near the memorium, there was little of which I could do except call upon the holy light to help dear Sister. Reaching from within, pulling at the very faith within my soul I raised my hands and unleashed a glorious power, the likes of which no orc could contend. There was a chromatic flash and the orc fell to his knees with another grunt, a mumble of kek in mockery as he contrarily raised his hands in a plea of hope to spare his life.

*crrrrack* *phhhhh*

Amarlynn wiped her sword clean with a towel and oiled it before sheathing. I was sitting at the camp, carving from old wooden branches a cross for our brother who was not as adept at living as we had become. We dropped to one knee, asking in prayer a blessing for our fallen brother.

By the Light, which shields and protects thy family, bless this man and have mercy on his soul. Guide us to his kin and help bring closure to this chapter in the cycle of life.

Opening my eyes, the large, swelled head of an orc greeted me. It's eyes were wide, yet blank. It's mouth open, yet silent. The body was lost in a sea of darkness thanks to the previous skirmish. It was only befitting. Gestures of pity abound, yet none present when the foul orc had slain our fellow human. May the fires of the righteous burn brightly tonight.

posted by Unknown @ 11/09/2006 09:23:00 AM 0 comments

Introductions, Mission Statements, and Ideals

Due to the trials of the times, we felt a collective set of articles would be most suited for those interested in learning more of our convent and our cause. Documenting future travels and excursions into deeply contested territories should prove an interesting read for any, regardless of affiliation. Take heed to our warning -- if you are corrupt, you must be purified.

As a local chapter of the Scarlet Crusade (local chapter no. 7 based out of Stormwind), we adhere to the standard principles and beliefs of all Scarlet. Our primary objective is to eliminate the evil within our worlds and to thrust from darkness our homelands and rebuild the once great nation of Lordaeron, helping those who wish to aid us in our cause along the way, as we see fit.

Our most recent adventures have led us to cleansing several Tauren and Forsaken in Desolace of their need to harm others. We have eliminated a small source of threat, but for how long? Our duty is everlasting and as such, there shall be no rest for the wicked.

As for a proper introduction and full responsibility for the scribe, you may find me through mail parcel under the name of Iredani. I am the overall Scarlet Commander for our chapter. I maintain daily functions and duties adherent to the proven methods of The Crusade.

In equal, yet differential position is the Inquisitor - Sister Amarlynn, she oversees the more...trivial aspects of the unseen, including proper etiquette for procedures we find work best during our investigations into the Scourge (the usual, torture, interrogation, execution, nothing out of the ordinary).

In future writings I shall try to transcribe more of our daily activities, including daily deeds. We often find ourselves in a situation where, at our discretion, we may attempt to dole out justice or lend a helping hand. It is important to remember that as members of The Crusade we are not bound by blood nor creed to express any sympathies towards any one person or thing. We are also still human, not yet corrupted by the entities which wish to disrupt our world furthermore.

We will attempt to dissolve an---

(A faint noise is heard in the background, Amarlynn notions to put the quill and inkwell away...)

posted by Unknown @ 11/07/2006 12:34:00 PM 0 comments