Ghorag Kurgh
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Character: Ghorag Kurgh
Login: MhilanGhorag ran as hard as he could. Branches slapped and tore at his face without mercy. Though the night was still young, the thick woods were entirely consumed by the darkness. His half-orc blood kept his vision clear enough, the same blood which now pounded in his ears like a waterfall. From beside him an animal shrieked an alarm, nearly trampled by the charging hulk. Ghorag shrieked back and quickly changed direction. Keeping his pace steady, he looked back and changed course once more. A course which led directly into the base of towering Elm. The tree shuddered its response in a gentle hail of leaves. Ghorag slept, as hard as he could.
A growl sounded from nearby. He awoke with a 'snort' and stared up at the morning sky. He flared a pair of massive nostrils and sniffed at the air. As acutely aware of the time as he was oblivious to its passing, Ghorag knew it was a few hours past dawn. He did not know however, that it had been over 2 days since his last meal. His stomach sounded its disapproving roar once more, the pain rivaled only by a sharp throbbing across his face. He was no stranger to pain. An extensive collection of scars ranging in age adorned his body, all of varying shapes and sizes. A bush shivered a few feet away as he slowly sat upright. A glassy set of eyes scanned for it's source, coming to rest on a small badger. Ghorag smiled gently, and slowly presented an outstretched palm, kissing at the air. The badger licked its lips and moved forward, biting deep into the flesh. A fist hammered the animal into its next incarnation. Ghorag ate. A growl sounded from nearby.
It was not fear that propelled him, but instinct. A deeper need that Ghorag was ill equipped to combat. He soared through a clearing and slammed through the thicket once more, coming to an abrupt halt. He sniffed the air deeply and doubled back. The clearing was different than the rest of the forest, but strangely familiar. The wind carried unusual sounds to Ghorag's keen ears, he moved slowly in their direction. Sunset threatened by the time the clearing burst through the treeline, revealing Ghorag's destination. Town. The thought of it sent a foul taste into his mouth. Ghorag had few memories of his life in town, and the ones he had, he didn't care for. Abandoned by his parents not long after realizing his exceptionally dim nature, Ghorag was swept into the Forest of Lethyr by the cruel whim of the Gods. Moving slowly from camp to caravan, outpost to town, Ghorag managed to survive but had found little welcome in the past. He sighed deeply, this town was familiar. Strolling through the gates, Ghorag stared and struggled to take in the array of sights. Street vendors were closing up their stands for the night, children ran between alleys chasing a local stray in circles, and a welcoming fire roared ahead of him. Like a moth he drifted, embracing the warm contrast to the chill of dusk. He took a bench at the fires edge and closed his eyes, letting the warmth wash over him. It took him in, wrapped itself slowly around him, it spoke to him. Ghorag flashed his eyes open to a crowd. Many carried torches, some carried swords, and a few carried clubs. More men could be seen moving to join the gathering. This town was familiar to Ghorag. The crowd was shouting now, too many and too angry to make out the words, Ghorag scowled. A stone broke its cover and raced toward him, finding its mark on the side of his jaw. Ghorag stared, the crowd braved a few steps forward. Ghorag ran as hard as he could. It was not fear that propelled him but instinct. A deeper need that Ghorag was ill equipped to combat. He soared through a clearing and slammed through the thicket once more….
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