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Dukris Journal
9 years ago
>Oh shit, I feel so bad right now, bros.!
>While cleaning up some of the bros. rooms, specifically Dukris the Orc's room, I found a hidden stack of journals nestled away in the corner of the closet. I should have done the right thing and put them back but...this guy is from another realm entirely. A realm that I never touched. I've been through a lot of crazy shit but this...god I feel like a major douchebag.
>These journals chronicle Dukris' adventure in this land, before Joshua abudcted him and took him away from all his family and friends. But...I suppose it might've been for the best...still, it's a really interesting read.
>I might share it a bit with you all.
A stack of leatherbound journals with tattered pages and battered covers sits upon a desk
Ancestors be damned! No matter how much I fight, no matter how much I train I'm still not strong enough! Once again, I was the weakest member...Weiss and Michael managed to decimate most of our enemies this fight. Hell, even Ark turned one of those lizard folk into a living pincushion. Whereas I walk away with a bitemark on the ass cause some fool summoned a damn bear to the battle. I don't know what happened to Gruff or Rak. I hope they are all right...
But why should I care.Why should I care if they live or die Dammit...I didn't meant to write that...I don't know what's going on with me. This quest has slowly stripped me of my emotion and my mentallity. I've been possessed by an ex-lover, turning me insane...I nearly broke the group apart...I attacked someone I loved when I was Time-Touched. Don't even get me started on my feelings towards Weiss and Raktus. Sometimes I feel that they'd be better off if I just went away. I'm weak; weak of mind and weak of heart.
Even in this new time...even though my clan has come back...I cannot face them. They are not the clan I grew up with. Kyte, Sileen, Rogar, Korr, I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to be the warrior you trained me to be. I tried to live up to my foster father's motto: "Live long, love strong". But how can I love strong when no one loves me back? When I try to give myself to the others...I come off as too strong? Or maybe they dont' see me that way...ancestors be damned I don't know!
I'm starting to wonder if I should heed the Man in White's advice. He's been scrying me for a while through a small mirror in my room. He tells me not to tell anyone. He comes from a place called Aureas. Another plane or dimension entirely. A place where there are no Orcs or Elves or Halfings...another world, entirely. I don't trust him though. He has a glint in his eye that just borderlines godlessness. Still...he makes it sound so inviting.
Tch, listen to me bitch on like I have flowers in my blood, like some elf. This isn't me. This isn't who I am. Now I'm getting angry again. It's hard to write now my hand is shaking so much. I need to break something to get this...this emotion out of my body. In truth, I wish Gruffy never cleansed me of my Time-Touch. I enjoyed feeling nothing. I enjoyed that I was normal for once. Yeah I was a little whacky but still. He had no right! None of them did! They all attacked me when I had all that emotion rushing back. They don't know what it is like to be an Orc. They don't understand the fiery blood that runs through my veins nor the honor of protecting those close to your heart! None of them do! NONE!!!
I need to get stronger if I am to show them all I'm not weak.
Damn that Ashe, damn him and his new found powers. Just cause he was able to woo the dragons and gain their blessing...he thinks he's so fucking special. I hate it. I hate that they chose him over me. When I protected everyone from danger, when I battled that dark dragon to save all my friends. I went back in time to prevent shit from happening and making the world a better place and what thanks do I get?! Blood and bruises!
Hmm, my mirror is shining. The man in white wants to talk to me again. He's a wicked thing. It's like he always knows when I am about to go off the deep end. I best end this hear and make sure I hide my journals...if the others found them, they'd probably banish me...heh, I doubt they'd care if I died...
the writing stops here
A fun new format to update on D&D sessions with my bros! Hard to believe we've been going at this for 5 years! It's been one hell of a ride! There rest you and find here! :)
Journal Entries
>While cleaning up some of the bros. rooms, specifically Dukris the Orc's room, I found a hidden stack of journals nestled away in the corner of the closet. I should have done the right thing and put them back but...this guy is from another realm entirely. A realm that I never touched. I've been through a lot of crazy shit but this...god I feel like a major douchebag.
>These journals chronicle Dukris' adventure in this land, before Joshua abudcted him and took him away from all his family and friends. But...I suppose it might've been for the best...still, it's a really interesting read.
>I might share it a bit with you all.
A stack of leatherbound journals with tattered pages and battered covers sits upon a desk
Ancestors be damned! No matter how much I fight, no matter how much I train I'm still not strong enough! Once again, I was the weakest member...Weiss and Michael managed to decimate most of our enemies this fight. Hell, even Ark turned one of those lizard folk into a living pincushion. Whereas I walk away with a bitemark on the ass cause some fool summoned a damn bear to the battle. I don't know what happened to Gruff or Rak. I hope they are all right...
But why should I care.
Even in this new time...even though my clan has come back...I cannot face them. They are not the clan I grew up with. Kyte, Sileen, Rogar, Korr, I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to be the warrior you trained me to be. I tried to live up to my foster father's motto: "Live long, love strong". But how can I love strong when no one loves me back? When I try to give myself to the others...I come off as too strong? Or maybe they dont' see me that way...ancestors be damned I don't know!
I'm starting to wonder if I should heed the Man in White's advice. He's been scrying me for a while through a small mirror in my room. He tells me not to tell anyone. He comes from a place called Aureas. Another plane or dimension entirely. A place where there are no Orcs or Elves or Halfings...another world, entirely. I don't trust him though. He has a glint in his eye that just borderlines godlessness. Still...he makes it sound so inviting.
Tch, listen to me bitch on like I have flowers in my blood, like some elf. This isn't me. This isn't who I am. Now I'm getting angry again. It's hard to write now my hand is shaking so much. I need to break something to get this...this emotion out of my body. In truth, I wish Gruffy never cleansed me of my Time-Touch. I enjoyed feeling nothing. I enjoyed that I was normal for once. Yeah I was a little whacky but still. He had no right! None of them did! They all attacked me when I had all that emotion rushing back. They don't know what it is like to be an Orc. They don't understand the fiery blood that runs through my veins nor the honor of protecting those close to your heart! None of them do! NONE!!!
I need to get stronger if I am to show them all I'm not weak.
Damn that Ashe, damn him and his new found powers. Just cause he was able to woo the dragons and gain their blessing...he thinks he's so fucking special. I hate it. I hate that they chose him over me. When I protected everyone from danger, when I battled that dark dragon to save all my friends. I went back in time to prevent shit from happening and making the world a better place and what thanks do I get?! Blood and bruises!
Hmm, my mirror is shining. The man in white wants to talk to me again. He's a wicked thing. It's like he always knows when I am about to go off the deep end. I best end this hear and make sure I hide my journals...if the others found them, they'd probably banish me...heh, I doubt they'd care if I died...
the writing stops here
A fun new format to update on D&D sessions with my bros! Hard to believe we've been going at this for 5 years! It's been one hell of a ride! There rest you and find here! :)
Journal Entries
