The tale of gorvar part 3

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Chapter 3

The lands surrounding the once capitol of humanity still radiate darkness and sorrow, which would make any living being with the right mind to not even dare to come here…but still many members of the horde come here to aid their undead allies. Many feet down the capitol, many undead work and further enchance their defences and make plans to counter the next scourge attack from Arthas. In the war district of the subterantian city, gorvar gives some silk and woolen sheets to a undead female, who’s missing a lower jaw, and a dark spear troll, who left his tribe and saw the undead more as his bretern…

The undead begins ratteling and growling at the orc, confusing him. ’Da undead sayz thanks mon.’ The troll replies. ‘How do you know that, she’s missing a jaw!’ gorvar exclaims. ‘Ey, ya back off now, i’ve studied gutterspeak fo a loooooong time, so i know whot she sayz….’

Gorvar paused for a moment and nods in a rather confused manner. The undead then begins ratteling again, followed bye the trolls nodding. ’She sayz da undead ere gratefull to ya, ‘nd that the Dark lady may watch over ya!’ Gorvar smilled and nodded, before leaving with wolfgen soon behind him.

When he walked through the tunnels of the city, he’s greeted bye some undead whom he helped earlier. It was a lot of work but it seemed the undead now respect him. Gorvar then enterd the elivator and went up. It seems the elivators are being pulled up bye two abominations from the upper floor. Allthough not quit inteligient, they make that up for raw power. Gorvar steps out of the elivator, nods at the two towering undead, and moves out of the city. when he looks right, he sees some blood elves using their magic to create golden bricks and red water. From what gorvar heard earlier it seems these new allies are making a gateway from silvermoon to undercity…..

Gorvar stops and takes his locket he keeps under his shirt. he opens it, revealing 2 pictures in them. On the left the portrait he got from hunoe, the night elf and on the right a portrait from his own blood elven son.

5 years ago…..

Gorvar lived in orgrimar that time, he enjoyed his time there. He saw the city prosper because of the hard worh that not only gorvar did, but many other hordes, even the peons were praised for their endevors. but that was not the only reason….for gorvar was now a father. One year earlier gorvar had a one night stand with a blood elven female called Brealyn firehand, both never knew why they slept with each other, for Brealyn kicked gorvar out when she woke up and nine months later gave him his son. Because of a accident Halmadir, for that was his name, grew at a much larger speed then any other child. This did not interupt the father and son relation…in fact it strengthened it. For gorvar showed halmadir many things of nature, thought him how to fight and above all…how to respect all forms of inteligient life. But to have gorvar as a father does make things a bit difficult.

‘Allrihht son, keep your eyes on the rock!’ gorvar yelled and threw a rock to his son. He had black long hair, made into a pony tail. Was a bit larger then any other blood elf his age, his teeth were a bit taller and had more muschles. however his eyes and other elven charectureistcs, the ears, remained the same. Halmadir grabbed his two handed axe and slashes the rock in two in one fluent swipe.

‘One point for the good guys!’ halmadir exclaimed and ran towards his father, who gave him a high five. The people passing stopped for a moment, looking at the odd spectacle of a orc and blood elf hanging out like they were best friends. This was before the blood elves realy helped the horde in any battlegrounds, this meant orcs, trolls espicialy and even tauren shunned them when thery saw one.

The father and son laughed, exerciced more in armed fighting and rested near the waterfall in the valley of strenght. When they both drank from their flask of water, halmadir began asking questions, questions that gorvar was not really prepared for. ‘Why isn’t other here daddy?’ the young halmadir asked. He was allready 12 years old, gorvar tought to himself, he deserves to know, but is he ready for the truth. He allways told him she was after groceries, and came back really late when halmadir was sleeping. But now he needed to know.

‘Son…’ gorvar said ‘your mother….doesn’t live here.’ Gorvar said. ’why?’ ‘Well…she kinda hates daddies guts for urgh…something we both did and she was stuck with the urgh….’ ‘Consequences?’ ‘Yes son….thanks for making me look bad….’ ‘So…..why did mom left me then?’ ‘Well…..she gave you to me because she…’

Here he stopped, but when he saw the look in his sons’s eyes he knew he said to much the boy could handle .He immidiatly knew he was a unwanted child. Gorvar immidiatly hugged him.

‘Come on…lets go for some sausages’ gorvar smiled. ‘Dad….im 12 now…i want ribs now.’ Halmadir smiled back. ’Allright then!’ gorvar exclaimed and jumped up. ‘To the inn!’ he charged and ran like as one crazed. Halmadir looked ashamed and stumbled ahead.

Present…. Gorvar looked at the gate the blood elves and the forsaken made, and paused for a moment, thinking of his son. ‘Some day my son…’ he murmured ‘some day…’