Goreth
04-23-2006, 10:54 AM
‘You lit’le rottin piece of meat!’ Exclaimed the Orc.
‘I wanna grind your bones, cut your neck so you won’t breve no more.’ He was pointing at a little dwarf, hung up against a stone wall, strung up like an animal. The dwarf dares to speak back,
‘ Orc! If only I had a chance to let myself free, I’d stick my axe right through your flesh and before you even think about rising back up, you‘d be dead.’ the dwarf spoke with anger.
‘If only you ad a chance dwarf. In a minit I’m gonna let my spear run through your gut. I don’t want no more chat from lit’le dwarves.’ The orc grabbed his twin bladed spear, sharp rim along each side.
‘See dis beauty? Soon it’s gonna be runnin along your neck and your gonna be howlin like da rest of your ancestors out on dat tree.’
The orc, covered in necklaces of bone, metal plate and marrow horns, swung his spear back behind his head. He grasped and flung forward, aiming for the dwarf’s head. ‘No!’ The dwarf shouted.
The spear missed the dwarfs head and smashed a chain holding his left hand against the wall. The dwarf reached for his axe, foolishly planted next to him, and flung his axe helplessly at the orc who was still latched forward holding his spear.
The orc darted back into reality, and with his might, pulled himself back from the dwarf. ‘Stinkin meat! Stinkin rottin meat! I’m gonna eat you for breakfast!’
The dwarf realising his fate, smashed the chain holding his right hand with his axe, releasing his upper body.
As the Orc came down with another blow, the dwarf threw his body forward and his axe dropped. The spear cracked into the wall behind and stuck in.
The dwarf beckoned for help from others, with his voice was hoarse and thirsty for air.
‘DWARF! COME ERE!’ the orc muttered loudly.
He ordered the orcs to block the tent entrance. The dwarf looked behind as the orc, with glinting eyes of hatred, hung low and back hunched, sprinted for the dwarf.
The Dwarf used the orc as a lever and swings towards his axe on the floor. Picking it up, he faces the orc.
‘AXE? No match for my spear!’
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Don't know if I've managed to capture the orcs accent very well at all, but I hope it was ok.
What do you all think for my first piece of writing about WAR?
‘I wanna grind your bones, cut your neck so you won’t breve no more.’ He was pointing at a little dwarf, hung up against a stone wall, strung up like an animal. The dwarf dares to speak back,
‘ Orc! If only I had a chance to let myself free, I’d stick my axe right through your flesh and before you even think about rising back up, you‘d be dead.’ the dwarf spoke with anger.
‘If only you ad a chance dwarf. In a minit I’m gonna let my spear run through your gut. I don’t want no more chat from lit’le dwarves.’ The orc grabbed his twin bladed spear, sharp rim along each side.
‘See dis beauty? Soon it’s gonna be runnin along your neck and your gonna be howlin like da rest of your ancestors out on dat tree.’
The orc, covered in necklaces of bone, metal plate and marrow horns, swung his spear back behind his head. He grasped and flung forward, aiming for the dwarf’s head. ‘No!’ The dwarf shouted.
The spear missed the dwarfs head and smashed a chain holding his left hand against the wall. The dwarf reached for his axe, foolishly planted next to him, and flung his axe helplessly at the orc who was still latched forward holding his spear.
The orc darted back into reality, and with his might, pulled himself back from the dwarf. ‘Stinkin meat! Stinkin rottin meat! I’m gonna eat you for breakfast!’
The dwarf realising his fate, smashed the chain holding his right hand with his axe, releasing his upper body.
As the Orc came down with another blow, the dwarf threw his body forward and his axe dropped. The spear cracked into the wall behind and stuck in.
The dwarf beckoned for help from others, with his voice was hoarse and thirsty for air.
‘DWARF! COME ERE!’ the orc muttered loudly.
He ordered the orcs to block the tent entrance. The dwarf looked behind as the orc, with glinting eyes of hatred, hung low and back hunched, sprinted for the dwarf.
The Dwarf used the orc as a lever and swings towards his axe on the floor. Picking it up, he faces the orc.
‘AXE? No match for my spear!’
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Don't know if I've managed to capture the orcs accent very well at all, but I hope it was ok.
What do you all think for my first piece of writing about WAR?