It was a hot day, with nearly no clouds to speak of. The sky’s blue color met with the mountain’s green on the horizon, leaving any traveler unlucky enough to pass by feeling rather lost because the lack of civilization sign.
Only the occasional animalistic growl, roar, or chirp were often heard. Otherwise, it would be the wind’s howl. Pretty much, nothing else.
This situation has continued for thousands of years before, and will continue for thousands more had it not for the moment’s abrupt chaos.
An earthquake, not enough to topple down the sturdy mountains, but enough to be felt in a hundred kilometer radius, alerting not only men, but beasts and their kin alike for the upcoming event.
The birth of a new dungeon.
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Town of Riverburg.
It was dark, just like his usual place. The only difference is the one who woke him up.
Yes, he remembered. The one who usually woke him up is dead. He killed him and many of his men yesterday night, to free his people from any more suffering.
At least, that was his intention.
Orc was never accepted in this city of elves. Or any city, actually.
His kind, the orcs, are shunned for their physique. Most orcs have broader shoulder and bigger bodies than any other species, but all orcs are ugly with their rather gray skin, like the skin of a dead human. Otherwise, they are just as beautiful as any other species. Even for some time they are called ‘dark elves’.
But hatred runs deep, he thought, remembering his history lesson about Orcish-Elven War that lasted for about twelve years, almost wiping out elven race had it not for human and dwarven intervention.
With elven magic, humanity’s number, and dwarven technology they managed to push back the orcish forces, albeit the loss of hundreds of thousands of humans, elves, and dwarves. But the orcs suffered greater in number than the three races combined, making them fall to the weakest nation.
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And in the end, they are brought back as slaves.
And now, in their dwindling number the orcs have lost all hope to bring back their glorious day that has gone for the last four centuries.
His planned rebellion has failed, and now he was awaiting execution.
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Town of Riverburg, the next day.
His men are called one by one, then hanged in front of the mass. The angry elves and humans, as they usually did, throws whatever rotting thing they could find to the assembly of sinners.
That’s what they are called after his assassination on the emperor.
But he smiled, for the emperor leave no heir, and chaos will soon follow. His kind, if they could survive, will thrive in this soon to be chaotic world.
His name will be remembered, but he did not know what will it be.
Be it Aeson The Hero, or Aeson The Traitor. He did not care anymore.
He was sure he could face his ancestors in the afterlife with smiles all over his face.
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Author's Note : Not exactly my first fic, but this is my first fic on RoyalRoadL, please give me comments and reviews.
English is not my first language, nor is it my second. So please help me correct my grammatical errors or incorrect use of words. Or anything, really. I'm desperate to improve my english because i have never use it outside of reading, and somehow i have the impulse to write stories in english because there are more audience to share my madness with.