Gorfin speaks to the listening tree



  • “Norwick was the first town I came to in Narfell” speaks Gorfin on a lonely after noon. “I knew I would have to find a way to follow in my father’s foot steps. Though, he didn’t make it easy without ever letting me know his name. That’s right, he never told me. See in those days I was too young to realize what racism could to a person. Unfortunately, his people didn’t like that he was in love with a human woman, so they never new about there half human cousin. I don’t know where exactly he was from, but we lived near a city named Nyth. We didn’t live in the city and I never found the interest to visit it. I spent all of my time doing chores or out in the woods that were very near to our cabin.
    “My father spent most of his time away working. No don’t know exactly what he did but I did know that it took a little part of him every time he left. It must have been a stressful job, but he always brought us gifts from far away places. If I asked him were he was, he’d just say far away. If I asked him what he had done, he would only say that what he did was for the best. It seemed he tried to convince himself more than trying to convince me. He wasn’t a bad father He was good to me and Mom. He always left us plenty of gold and silver incase we ever had to pay any taxes or if we needed to get anything from Nyth. When he was home we would take hunting trips into the forest, there I learned to hunt and skin animals. Dad would make things you see, but I never learned how. I did learn a few prayers to Mieliki though. I don’t really know who she is except that she watches all in the woods. Even today I don’t take a skin without offering a prayer of thanks to her. He never taught me how to look for tracks, but when he said he saw some I would try to see what it was he said he saw. I learned well enough I think.
    “Some times Dad would bring home a friend or associate that he worked with. They never said his name either, always referring to him as ‘The Elf’ or ‘Elfy’ or something of the like.chuckles They had some crazy stories, always razzing my father about being an elf. But they never had anything bad to say about him. They only said that he was a great tracker and an invisible scout. It made me proud to have such a father. I never noticed, but now I think it’s strange that he never brought home any elves to visit us. They were always some one different too. We never saw the same people more than once, except for Blanch.laughs That was a funny name for a huge Half-Orc male, but I never told him anything about it. I guess you don’t question one so big about the femininity of his name. That was how I spent most of my child hood.
    “There was one trip to the wood that I remember particularly well. We had split up to try and track down a rabid wolf when I saw some tracks that seemed un-natural, and didn’t belong in the woods. I rushed to my father and took him to the tracks I had seen. ‘Orcs’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Like Blanch’ I asked. Then my father told me something that I would never forget. He said to me “There are some creatures in this world son that have fallen from all that is natural and good. These creatures have been twisted and deformed into grotesque beings that are filled with nothing but hate. Hate for all things living, and these creatures roam the lands spreading only vile wickedness. Not all are our enemies, like Blanch, few see the truth of what this world is and wish to be part of it. You will know what the difference when you see the face of evil.’ Then he told me to go home and wait there for him to return. Though his words filled me with curiosity, I could not help but follow. I hid as well as I could, like my father did on hunts. I didn’t think I did all that bad. As we came closer to the orc, I began to smell his stench. It took all day to track him down, but Dad was following him you see. Then he found their camp. There were eight or nine of them drinking, and grunting, snarling and cussing, and in the center of the camp was the rabid wolf. Tears came over me because when I looked into the eyes of the wolf I knew that it was not always rabid. These orcs twisted its mind and unbalanced him for there entertainment. I watched them in horror, never had I seen such ugly things. In the middle of them all was the largest and ugliest orc in the group.
    “From nowhere an arrow came suddenly straight through the helm of one of the orcs. They fell into chaos and panic when three more arrows hit there marks. The leader roared orders to them and they all ran in the direction my father was. I was paralyzed with fear being only the child that I was. I feared my father was doomed since I was already almost as tall as him at the age of twelve, and the orcs seemed like giants to me. Then I saw my father jump down from the tree in which he hid with two short blades in his hands. The orcs swinging wildly could not hit him. My father cut the throats of two of them at once then lodged his blade in the skull of another. Instead of struggling to dislodge the blade he took a morning star from one of the fallen and crushed the face of the forth orc within its helm. The largest orc roared in anger at the failure of his troops and turned to flee. Almost instantly my father took aim with his bow and let go an arrow that whistled loudly as it cut through the air. The arrow must have been magical since it shattered the armor of the orc and went straight through his foul body. The orc fell without a sound except for the thud of its body hitting the ground. My father walked towards the barking wolf that was chained to a stump. He kneeled just out of reach of its bite and said a prayer to Mieliki. As he spoke the last words of the prayer he drew the bow and pointed the arrow to the wolf’s head. He and the wolf stared at each other for a moment, the wolf growling and foaming at the mouth I closed my eyes and heard nothing but the twang of the bow and the yelp of the beast.
    “I thought I did a good job following him until he called my name and told me I could stop hiding then.laughs I should’ve known that I couldn’t hide from the best of trackers. He told me not to tell any one about what happened. Not even Mother. So I said nothing of it. My father seemed apprehensive for the next few days and was always lost in his thoughts. He said it was time for him to leave again. I asked him if it was about what happened in the woods, but he only looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. He said goodbye and left.
    “It was only a few days later when he came back panicked and in a rush. ‘Pack your things and leave this place now’ he said ‘It’s not safe here any more’. He watched over us as we packed. Then we said our last goodbyes, though we didn’t know it would be out last. We took only the essentials with us to Dagger Falls. Why Dagger Falls? Well it was where the only family that still remembered my mother lived. There we lived for several years afterwards. After the money my father left us ran out I took to selling skins that I would catch from the woods near by. And the years went by. Every month my mother would send letters to my father. And we always expect to see him soon. But he never came. We heard nothing of him for a long time.
    “I was nineteen the day that blanch came to find us one day.sighs I remember that day like it was yesterday. Well it has only been about a year since then. Blanch came with an arm in a cast, and with a cane in the other. He walked with a limp but he walked proudly. There was a warm sadness in his eyes when he came to our door. He had to say nothing to my mother. The look on his face said it all. Instantly she aged twenty years. Blanch told us of how he had died to save all the men in his troop. How if it wasn’t for him twenty men would not live now. He told us of how he killed many orcs and how he led them away from the escape of the others, of how he could not escape himself. That’s when I realized for the first time that he was a soldier. I guess it was fate that told me not to go into the woods that day. That I should stay home and be with my mother. But I did not go into those woods again. Instead I stayed home with her and we simply talked. It was a great loss for she loved him very, very much. I loved him greatly too. We spoke of many things. She told me of how they met, of how they fell in love, of how his family hated the fact that he did not love an elven woman, and how he gave up everything he had for her. She said that is why we lived in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. She told me of the promises they had made, the ones that were kept and the ones that never happened, and could no longer be kept. Except one, she said that I was never to know who he was. She didn’t even tell me why. I did not have the heart to burden her any more with guilt however. Her sorrow was great. So great that it eventually took her. When she went it was peaceful as it should be. She went to sleep never to wake again.
    “So now I’m here to find my place in the world and to fight evil, most specifically the orcs that infest the plains near Jiyyd. I don’t know why I came here specifically, maybe it's because it is so close to were I use to live. Or maybe the Rawlins wood reminds me of Lethyre some how. But this is my new home until I find my place with my father and my mother.”

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  • charactor name: Gorfin Gine
    log name for the narfell sever: karmarocks
    log name here: john 😛