Spoiler! :
A World that has forgotten the gods of the past , is haunted by the remains of those which once were worshipped.
A young Man who has some weird hobbies , who mistrust everyone and always puts up a mask , how will he fair in this World were only despair awaits?
How will he struggle to overcome not only this despair but also the past?
Or is this even ossible?
Also is he evil or is he good?
Is there a grey in this world , or only black or white?
Join him in this world and discover everything about him , maybe even about yourself?
.......
A young Man who has some weird hobbies , who mistrust everyone and always puts up a mask , how will he fair in this World were only despair awaits?
How will he struggle to overcome not only this despair but also the past?
Or is this even ossible?
Also is he evil or is he good?
Is there a grey in this world , or only black or white?
Join him in this world and discover everything about him , maybe even about yourself?
.......
Chapter 1
Spoiler! :
Part 1
" SHIT ..." did the boy say while he was swinging his sword.
" Why the hell arent there any shops with amunition AROUND!!!!" Barsitas cried out.
He bashed his shield toward the head of the enemy infront of him.
This thing closely resembled a human but parts of his skin came off and the colour of thoseparts were a sickly green.
Turning around he slashed across another ones neck.
While he swung with all of his might the sword went in about half of its neck.
" DAMNIT ... why is this sword so heeeaaaavvvvyyyyy. THis is nothing like Larp.
Bending his right arm back and letteing the tension in the muscles explode he hit another enemy straight across its face with the shield.
Cracking the tissues between the spine located at his neck he looked around.
Skyscrapers were located around him covered in the light of the early dawn.
This red orange colour reflected of the glass from the buildings covering every little inch in this flame like light.
Taking the back of his hand towards his forehead , using it to wipe of his sweat.
-Sigh-
Counting the corspes of the monster like creatures , he was at 10 before he decided it wasnt even worth to count them out.
-Not like i have anyone to tell how many i killed...-
Thinking quickly about the situation he was currently in he let out another sigh.
- Im glad i was at the << con >> that time ...-
Part 2
Checking the mirror located infront of me , resting in a stand at the table, i saw that the black makeup i put on became quite nicely.
Looking at the mirror once again , I went to fetch the last piece of my Costume.
Placing the black mask over my head i went back to the mirror.
I smiled while i saw my refelection.
My Army boots were covered in a widely sewn leather tunnel like thing to cover the laces.
Medieval cotton pants stuck inside these boots.
Stealgreaves properly attached at my shin, these extended halfway over my knees.
Segmented browned breastplate worn of my selfsewn froack coat.
This froack coat extended halfway to my knees and were the sleeves began my Chainmail shirt was peaking out.
Checking the straps of my Steelbracers again the sat correctly.
Fingertips properly blacked with makeup and gloves worn above them.
Hood hanging loosely around my neck no part of my own flesh could be seen other then my chin and 2 big circles around my eyes.
Those areas i had just covered in black painting to make the illusion perfect.
Now i was a full fledged << Uruk-Hai(1) >>.
A Member of the << Shak Bûrzûm (2) >>.
My Name in this Live action Roleplay was << Dagalûr (3) >> a << Nadâk (4) >> and a proud one at that.
Surely my name (ingame) was Dagalûr but some of the other Uruks merely called me battering ram.
This was picked up from another << con (5) >> where i ran through a wodden wall.
Doesnt sound spectacular? Have you done it before it friggin hurts , especially since i lost my helmet while running in the wood....
On the other side i was beat to pulp by some guys playing the ' good charakters ' some arrogant << Najôri (6) >> , so as to speak humans who played humans...
Why do people with alot of fantasy play Human charakters in Live action Roleplay...
Its like Roleplay( sexual) in bed , but still having the same charakter you know?
Crap ... got off track lets return.
Part 3
We were about 200 Uruks loacted on this side of the fort we built with wood.
The fort was built in a few weeks just for this 1 week long convention.
Alot of work? Yeah but it was worth it.
Everypiece of wood was painted Black and our Gateway had Iron platings on it and even the sign of the Shak Bûrzûm it was glorious.
Just to entertain eachother 5 of these forts were occuping hills facing eachother.
Drawing my sword , okay it was made of foam and Latex coating ( but it looked real) , i checked if the corestick was sticking out.( google Larpweapons if you want to know more)
All was okay next attaching my shield to my right arm.
Even if i was right handed the shield was placed in my main hand.
Why do you ask ?*Evil grin*
Because i can reign hell on everything Human , Dwarv , Elv , Kender and ( my favourite enemy) other Uruks.
Using a 2 handed fighting style with a shield.
My right arm was stronger and it took me 1000 attack patterns everyday for 2 months to naturally use my left and right arm together in succesion.
Even if it was a exhausting training i did it so i can kick some guys asses while surprising them with shield attacks.
My shield was extra made for this purpsose.
It had ( even though it was just foam and Latec) a cutting edge pointing infront of me if held correctly so this made it also a weapon.
Damn ... sidetracked again ...
Okay , brushing the Black horse hair back ( they were attached to the Uruk mask) i said towards my << Obrok (7) >>.
Looking at me with squinted eyes he was checking my makeup for a last time and then kicked my breastplate right at the level where my Abdomen was loacted.
" Bist du bereit für << Grish (8)>> ?" did his otherwordly voice resound.
As soon as we put on these masks we turned into different personallitys.
Acutally different people or Monsters would be precise , as well as our voices changed to a deep resounding voice , some liked to mimic Arabians or rolled the R very long but me and him just used deep voices.
" << Akh (9) >> << Hogmog (10) >> my Obrok."
Then he used his mace and gave me a strong blow against my shield.
" Very good , very good ... we will need every shield we can get to kill all Najoris and those Itsuki Pointy eared scum" did he say while spitting out.
" Akh Akh Obrok , Grish will be flowing in rivers tonight , akh." did my deep voice resound.
A while later , some ingame conversations were held in between , the Gateway opened and 200 Black clothed , with Orkmasks on , people streamed out of it with only the sound of heavy boots echoing on the grassy fields.
Directly from Mordor ( as we played or background) we were silent Killing machines only screaming or shouting when we attacked.
But no battle cries more screams of tension.
Lining up in rows of 2 we approached the enemys.
The grassy field with the midday sun illuminating it showed me about 500 people.
They also formed 2 lines 200 men wide everyone flashy silver grey Armor and shields in varying colours and shapes.
Spear or a mid range weapon was the second line.
The rest of the 500 men , so to speak 100, were wielding either a huge Bow with a quiver attached to the body somewhere or Long staves , so to call magicians...
I hated magicians since they couldnt really summon other wordly effects one always had to 'play" like they were hit with a fireball , scream in pain or act a fitting way , or get blown back with a Wind gust or Whirlwind ... truly exhausting.
5 Obroks were discussing the battle plan.
After 30 secs, wow he held out long this time , the << Groth (11) >> Obrok interuppted them with a shout.
" NAR , NAR , << NAR (12) >> , they r only 500 a non worthy number for us to kill!" In real life he was 1,60 m tall ( so a small Ork) but as he fought his way , with dirty tricks , towards the top alot of BIG Uruk-hais submitted to him.
Not only was he smart ( even as a Uruk) but also a crediable fighter.
He had a lightning like white scar on his forehead , long black hair tied into a ponytail and some small Horns extending out of his Mask , or head if you want to say it ingame.
" B-But Groth- Obrok , all of our men will die...." did the old << Baaz (13) >> say.
He had red hair ( which was quite unusal for a orc) and only half of his head was covered in those.
His mask also had alot of wrinkles and scars attached to it.
" Hmmm... Then we Have less Mouths to feed , << Inrash (14) >> !!!!"
With this we fought , maybe not bravely but clearly till our deaths against the 'good doers *spit out* ' and lost brilliantly.
Our healers claimed us back and patched us up , using alot of Bloodpills or old bandages for the lightly wounded ( Just as a show for the others though) and dragged us backto our fort.
There was the most natural thing for a Urukhai waiting on everyone of us.
<< Harad- Nin (15) >>
Drinking and speaking about glorrious deaths( actually more like grandious ways of killng) of our enemys we kept talking or gambling or doing a few orcish style drinking games.
Women were spars but this was something Men liked.
Continuing to grill steaks ( over burning wood) , chatting or gambling we wouldnt know what would happen at the end of this Convention while we were still playing this Game , which he called hobby....
____________________________
1 - Uruk -> Big , Hai -> Ork ( Normally known from Tolkiesn Lord of the Rings)
2 - Shak Bûrzûm -> Dark Horde
3 - Dagalûr -> Demon ( just a Name i thought fit my charakter best.)
4 - Nadâk -> Warrior( alot of Metall)
5 - Con -> just shortcut for Convention.
6 - Najori -> Human
7 - Obrok -> sth akin to leader
8 - Grish literally means blood but in this context he was asking if i was ready for the fight
9 - Akh -> Yes
10 - Hogmog -> the name of the Obrok.
11 - Groth -> big ( this language isnt a fine art you know
)
12 - Nar -> No
13 - Baaz -> Veteran
14- Inrash -> Attack , or charge
15 - Harad-Nin -> Water , Instant Icetee poweder and RUM , ALOT OF RUM.
" SHIT ..." did the boy say while he was swinging his sword.
" Why the hell arent there any shops with amunition AROUND!!!!" Barsitas cried out.
He bashed his shield toward the head of the enemy infront of him.
This thing closely resembled a human but parts of his skin came off and the colour of thoseparts were a sickly green.
Turning around he slashed across another ones neck.
While he swung with all of his might the sword went in about half of its neck.
" DAMNIT ... why is this sword so heeeaaaavvvvyyyyy. THis is nothing like Larp.
Bending his right arm back and letteing the tension in the muscles explode he hit another enemy straight across its face with the shield.
Cracking the tissues between the spine located at his neck he looked around.
Skyscrapers were located around him covered in the light of the early dawn.
This red orange colour reflected of the glass from the buildings covering every little inch in this flame like light.
Taking the back of his hand towards his forehead , using it to wipe of his sweat.
-Sigh-
Counting the corspes of the monster like creatures , he was at 10 before he decided it wasnt even worth to count them out.
-Not like i have anyone to tell how many i killed...-
Thinking quickly about the situation he was currently in he let out another sigh.
- Im glad i was at the << con >> that time ...-
Part 2
Checking the mirror located infront of me , resting in a stand at the table, i saw that the black makeup i put on became quite nicely.
Looking at the mirror once again , I went to fetch the last piece of my Costume.
Placing the black mask over my head i went back to the mirror.
I smiled while i saw my refelection.
My Army boots were covered in a widely sewn leather tunnel like thing to cover the laces.
Medieval cotton pants stuck inside these boots.
Stealgreaves properly attached at my shin, these extended halfway over my knees.
Segmented browned breastplate worn of my selfsewn froack coat.
This froack coat extended halfway to my knees and were the sleeves began my Chainmail shirt was peaking out.
Checking the straps of my Steelbracers again the sat correctly.
Fingertips properly blacked with makeup and gloves worn above them.
Hood hanging loosely around my neck no part of my own flesh could be seen other then my chin and 2 big circles around my eyes.
Those areas i had just covered in black painting to make the illusion perfect.
Now i was a full fledged << Uruk-Hai(1) >>.
A Member of the << Shak Bûrzûm (2) >>.
My Name in this Live action Roleplay was << Dagalûr (3) >> a << Nadâk (4) >> and a proud one at that.
Surely my name (ingame) was Dagalûr but some of the other Uruks merely called me battering ram.
This was picked up from another << con (5) >> where i ran through a wodden wall.
Doesnt sound spectacular? Have you done it before it friggin hurts , especially since i lost my helmet while running in the wood....
On the other side i was beat to pulp by some guys playing the ' good charakters ' some arrogant << Najôri (6) >> , so as to speak humans who played humans...
Why do people with alot of fantasy play Human charakters in Live action Roleplay...
Its like Roleplay( sexual) in bed , but still having the same charakter you know?
Crap ... got off track lets return.
Part 3
We were about 200 Uruks loacted on this side of the fort we built with wood.
The fort was built in a few weeks just for this 1 week long convention.
Alot of work? Yeah but it was worth it.
Everypiece of wood was painted Black and our Gateway had Iron platings on it and even the sign of the Shak Bûrzûm it was glorious.
Just to entertain eachother 5 of these forts were occuping hills facing eachother.
Drawing my sword , okay it was made of foam and Latex coating ( but it looked real) , i checked if the corestick was sticking out.( google Larpweapons if you want to know more)
All was okay next attaching my shield to my right arm.
Even if i was right handed the shield was placed in my main hand.
Why do you ask ?*Evil grin*
Because i can reign hell on everything Human , Dwarv , Elv , Kender and ( my favourite enemy) other Uruks.
Using a 2 handed fighting style with a shield.
My right arm was stronger and it took me 1000 attack patterns everyday for 2 months to naturally use my left and right arm together in succesion.
Even if it was a exhausting training i did it so i can kick some guys asses while surprising them with shield attacks.
My shield was extra made for this purpsose.
It had ( even though it was just foam and Latec) a cutting edge pointing infront of me if held correctly so this made it also a weapon.
Damn ... sidetracked again ...
Okay , brushing the Black horse hair back ( they were attached to the Uruk mask) i said towards my << Obrok (7) >>.
Looking at me with squinted eyes he was checking my makeup for a last time and then kicked my breastplate right at the level where my Abdomen was loacted.
" Bist du bereit für << Grish (8)>> ?" did his otherwordly voice resound.
As soon as we put on these masks we turned into different personallitys.
Acutally different people or Monsters would be precise , as well as our voices changed to a deep resounding voice , some liked to mimic Arabians or rolled the R very long but me and him just used deep voices.
" << Akh (9) >> << Hogmog (10) >> my Obrok."
Then he used his mace and gave me a strong blow against my shield.
" Very good , very good ... we will need every shield we can get to kill all Najoris and those Itsuki Pointy eared scum" did he say while spitting out.
" Akh Akh Obrok , Grish will be flowing in rivers tonight , akh." did my deep voice resound.
A while later , some ingame conversations were held in between , the Gateway opened and 200 Black clothed , with Orkmasks on , people streamed out of it with only the sound of heavy boots echoing on the grassy fields.
Directly from Mordor ( as we played or background) we were silent Killing machines only screaming or shouting when we attacked.
But no battle cries more screams of tension.
Lining up in rows of 2 we approached the enemys.
The grassy field with the midday sun illuminating it showed me about 500 people.
They also formed 2 lines 200 men wide everyone flashy silver grey Armor and shields in varying colours and shapes.
Spear or a mid range weapon was the second line.
The rest of the 500 men , so to speak 100, were wielding either a huge Bow with a quiver attached to the body somewhere or Long staves , so to call magicians...
I hated magicians since they couldnt really summon other wordly effects one always had to 'play" like they were hit with a fireball , scream in pain or act a fitting way , or get blown back with a Wind gust or Whirlwind ... truly exhausting.
5 Obroks were discussing the battle plan.
After 30 secs, wow he held out long this time , the << Groth (11) >> Obrok interuppted them with a shout.
" NAR , NAR , << NAR (12) >> , they r only 500 a non worthy number for us to kill!" In real life he was 1,60 m tall ( so a small Ork) but as he fought his way , with dirty tricks , towards the top alot of BIG Uruk-hais submitted to him.
Not only was he smart ( even as a Uruk) but also a crediable fighter.
He had a lightning like white scar on his forehead , long black hair tied into a ponytail and some small Horns extending out of his Mask , or head if you want to say it ingame.
" B-But Groth- Obrok , all of our men will die...." did the old << Baaz (13) >> say.
He had red hair ( which was quite unusal for a orc) and only half of his head was covered in those.
His mask also had alot of wrinkles and scars attached to it.
" Hmmm... Then we Have less Mouths to feed , << Inrash (14) >> !!!!"
With this we fought , maybe not bravely but clearly till our deaths against the 'good doers *spit out* ' and lost brilliantly.
Our healers claimed us back and patched us up , using alot of Bloodpills or old bandages for the lightly wounded ( Just as a show for the others though) and dragged us backto our fort.
There was the most natural thing for a Urukhai waiting on everyone of us.
<< Harad- Nin (15) >>
Drinking and speaking about glorrious deaths( actually more like grandious ways of killng) of our enemys we kept talking or gambling or doing a few orcish style drinking games.
Women were spars but this was something Men liked.
Continuing to grill steaks ( over burning wood) , chatting or gambling we wouldnt know what would happen at the end of this Convention while we were still playing this Game , which he called hobby....
____________________________
1 - Uruk -> Big , Hai -> Ork ( Normally known from Tolkiesn Lord of the Rings)
2 - Shak Bûrzûm -> Dark Horde
3 - Dagalûr -> Demon ( just a Name i thought fit my charakter best.)
4 - Nadâk -> Warrior( alot of Metall)
5 - Con -> just shortcut for Convention.
6 - Najori -> Human
7 - Obrok -> sth akin to leader
8 - Grish literally means blood but in this context he was asking if i was ready for the fight
9 - Akh -> Yes
10 - Hogmog -> the name of the Obrok.
11 - Groth -> big ( this language isnt a fine art you know
)12 - Nar -> No
13 - Baaz -> Veteran
14- Inrash -> Attack , or charge
15 - Harad-Nin -> Water , Instant Icetee poweder and RUM , ALOT OF RUM.
