DogEye
07-16-2005, 02:47 PM
Lets just say i took a crack at writing EQ stories... this one involves the orc war in Faydark right now... my shammy tells all of these stories and as a note she has like 170 somthing smithing so she is pretty good but i don't think she is good enough to figure this one out on her own... if you want tell me what you think =P
Strongoak
This story came from an odd request; Swiftwolves approached me with a smithing favor that I took as very odd. She wanted me to smith a large mirthal plate outfit that was unmistakably elfin. This was odd because one… I am a Vah Shir; mirthal was a cultural metal for elves and two because elves themselves are quite tiny. At lest it was till Swift explained herself.
Awhile back… quite a few years in fact, a wood elf ranger named Travler was walking through the Dreadlands. Finding several things to hunt including annoying cockatrices. Suddenly he heard a horrendous cry coming from behind a rock. Being partially curious and partly wanting what ever it was to stop he looked behind the rock only to see something that brought discussed to his fact… it was a baby ogre, apparently his mom and dad where not as lucky hunting in the Dreadlands. The ugly baby looked at Travler for a minute without making a sound. Travler immediately pulled back his bow and pointed to the helpless youngster only to retract it back… it felt too much like something a dark elf would do, so Travler turned to leave the child to its fate only to have his ears torn apart by the screech of the ugly child. Travler turned back and looked at the sobbing ogre then rolled his eyes and picked the creature up saying to himself, “Tunare help me…”
Many elves disapproved when Travler came back to Faydark with an ogre child, but given some time was forgiven. Many of them had came to the conclusion that they would do the exact same thing anyway, or would feel very guilty. Travler gave the ogre a name that would indeed fit his size… Strongoak. Strongoak learned everything there was to learn about being a wood elf, through a rather large elf he made. Strongoak proved to be not as dimwitted as one would normally thing an ogre would be, but it was always hidden behind a simple thought process. He liked being a warrior a lot and found a strange glee in bashing bad things, one thing being a Dark Elf hunting bears cubs… the poor Inkie didn’t know what to think when he got bashed into Inkie puree’ by a two ton Ogre yelling something about bad elfy and a bear. The little bear was grateful to the ogre and decided to follow the ogre around to avoid hunters… Strongoak was overwhelmed with glee that the bear wanted to be his pet now… so he named the bear Berry because they both liked to eat berries. Strongoak and Berry where an unstoppable team and pleased many of the warrior trainers with their abilities. But one day Strongoak heard some elves taking about how he was an Ogre and not an elf, Strongoak ran away to the only person he knew that would make since out of this confusing situation… Tunare. Some how he did get to the Tunare in person.
Tunare didn’t know she had an ogre follower and gave a halfway confused grin or cringe… from what I heard it was hard to tell… and listened to the ogre’s woes, but it was Marr overhearing that gave clarity to the Strongoak. Marr told him it wasn’t what he was it was who he wanted to be… and asked the ogre what he thought was important to him.
Strongoak with out hesitation claimed that he loved his elfin dad, liked to bash things in warrior practice, was glad he had Berry and wanted to be the best warrior ever.
Marr chuckled and told him that it was very obvious who his real family was. Tunare smiled in agreement. And let Strongoak and Berry return home with his newfound reassurance that he belonged with the elves.
But alas, when Strongoak returned home Faydark was recovering from an attack from the orcs. The ogre ran up to a general and asked about his father, the general being a high elf wasn’t sure what to think of the ogre blurting things out in a panic. Swift knew Strongoak somewhat and reassured the captain that it was okay and all he wanted to know was if Travler was alright. The captain got a grim look on his face and pointed to a field where they had laid the dead. An enchanter guided him to his father’s body and held back tears as the ogre tried to get the only dad he knew to wake up. After Strongoak realized the cruel facts he went and asked the general if he could join the army and bash the orc heads in for killing his father… the general declined his offer telling him his dad wouldn’t want it that way because he could so easily be mistaken as an enemy in the heat of battle.
Swift realized that the Ogre really needed to fight for his father so she and the Faydark Guard agreed that if Strongoak got armor that would make it very hard to mistake him as the enemy he could join the army… so Swift went to the best smith she knew that could work with large sizes… and wouldn’t you know it… it is me… now I’m stuck trying to combine to cultural trade skills that I know nothing about… lucky me. *sighs and returns to trying to make heads or tails about the sheets and rings of mirthal that laid in front of her now*
Strongoak
This story came from an odd request; Swiftwolves approached me with a smithing favor that I took as very odd. She wanted me to smith a large mirthal plate outfit that was unmistakably elfin. This was odd because one… I am a Vah Shir; mirthal was a cultural metal for elves and two because elves themselves are quite tiny. At lest it was till Swift explained herself.
Awhile back… quite a few years in fact, a wood elf ranger named Travler was walking through the Dreadlands. Finding several things to hunt including annoying cockatrices. Suddenly he heard a horrendous cry coming from behind a rock. Being partially curious and partly wanting what ever it was to stop he looked behind the rock only to see something that brought discussed to his fact… it was a baby ogre, apparently his mom and dad where not as lucky hunting in the Dreadlands. The ugly baby looked at Travler for a minute without making a sound. Travler immediately pulled back his bow and pointed to the helpless youngster only to retract it back… it felt too much like something a dark elf would do, so Travler turned to leave the child to its fate only to have his ears torn apart by the screech of the ugly child. Travler turned back and looked at the sobbing ogre then rolled his eyes and picked the creature up saying to himself, “Tunare help me…”
Many elves disapproved when Travler came back to Faydark with an ogre child, but given some time was forgiven. Many of them had came to the conclusion that they would do the exact same thing anyway, or would feel very guilty. Travler gave the ogre a name that would indeed fit his size… Strongoak. Strongoak learned everything there was to learn about being a wood elf, through a rather large elf he made. Strongoak proved to be not as dimwitted as one would normally thing an ogre would be, but it was always hidden behind a simple thought process. He liked being a warrior a lot and found a strange glee in bashing bad things, one thing being a Dark Elf hunting bears cubs… the poor Inkie didn’t know what to think when he got bashed into Inkie puree’ by a two ton Ogre yelling something about bad elfy and a bear. The little bear was grateful to the ogre and decided to follow the ogre around to avoid hunters… Strongoak was overwhelmed with glee that the bear wanted to be his pet now… so he named the bear Berry because they both liked to eat berries. Strongoak and Berry where an unstoppable team and pleased many of the warrior trainers with their abilities. But one day Strongoak heard some elves taking about how he was an Ogre and not an elf, Strongoak ran away to the only person he knew that would make since out of this confusing situation… Tunare. Some how he did get to the Tunare in person.
Tunare didn’t know she had an ogre follower and gave a halfway confused grin or cringe… from what I heard it was hard to tell… and listened to the ogre’s woes, but it was Marr overhearing that gave clarity to the Strongoak. Marr told him it wasn’t what he was it was who he wanted to be… and asked the ogre what he thought was important to him.
Strongoak with out hesitation claimed that he loved his elfin dad, liked to bash things in warrior practice, was glad he had Berry and wanted to be the best warrior ever.
Marr chuckled and told him that it was very obvious who his real family was. Tunare smiled in agreement. And let Strongoak and Berry return home with his newfound reassurance that he belonged with the elves.
But alas, when Strongoak returned home Faydark was recovering from an attack from the orcs. The ogre ran up to a general and asked about his father, the general being a high elf wasn’t sure what to think of the ogre blurting things out in a panic. Swift knew Strongoak somewhat and reassured the captain that it was okay and all he wanted to know was if Travler was alright. The captain got a grim look on his face and pointed to a field where they had laid the dead. An enchanter guided him to his father’s body and held back tears as the ogre tried to get the only dad he knew to wake up. After Strongoak realized the cruel facts he went and asked the general if he could join the army and bash the orc heads in for killing his father… the general declined his offer telling him his dad wouldn’t want it that way because he could so easily be mistaken as an enemy in the heat of battle.
Swift realized that the Ogre really needed to fight for his father so she and the Faydark Guard agreed that if Strongoak got armor that would make it very hard to mistake him as the enemy he could join the army… so Swift went to the best smith she knew that could work with large sizes… and wouldn’t you know it… it is me… now I’m stuck trying to combine to cultural trade skills that I know nothing about… lucky me. *sighs and returns to trying to make heads or tails about the sheets and rings of mirthal that laid in front of her now*