The bored orc children sat around the old shaman on his lore-mat while he recited the names of those killed in the siege of Darssen.
When he had finished he asked " Now what do you wish to hear of little orclings, the ambush of the Merental river or the battle for Uttal Atras?
"Derakaaaan" said one of the children "why can't you tell something more interesting."
The shaman answered, quite angrily "These things are important! You need to know these things!"
"Why" asked another older child
The shaman said wearily ôVery well. What do you wish to hear?"
"The saga of Farkun!" yelled all the children at once.
"Ok, I think this is how it goes...."
In the small orc town of Borkentak, in Brakental an orc was born that would shape the future of Mythador. This orc was smaller than average for an orc but still larger than a goblin. Because of this he was taken into the desert and left to die when it became apparent that he would not be as strong or as large as his siblings. After hours of wandering in the desert he came to an oasis and there he drank the clear, cool waters. After he swallowed his first mouthful the waters suddenly went dark. A few seconds later an image appeared in the waters. It was a map and on to the map fell a spark, as if from an invisible flame. The paper caught fire burning large holes in certain parts of the map.
Then the map disappeared and a flame leap from the oasis to the orcs body and he was knocked unconsious.
When he woke he found he was in a tent with another Orc knelt beside him.
The orc was dressed in strange garb for an orc, a red and yellow robe with orange trimmings.
The kneeling orc, seeing the other orc was awake, got up and said "I am Gershak (Knower) of the Aksun (Rememberers) and we found you knocked out in the desert. You were burnt and scarred. Speaking of scars you may want to look at your chest."
The orc did so and saw that burnt on to his chest was a mystic looking rune.
"That is no ordinary scar" said Gershak "it is a mark from the old sky flame. It means you shall one day be a great ruler. But for now what is your name?"
The orc then replied "I don't have one". Then Gershak replied "Then you shall be know as Farkun, the scorched one. Now you shall join my tribe and learn the old ways and the chants of sand and rock and fire!" and with that he placed a circlet of bronze upon Farkun's head.
For thirteen years he stayed with the Aksun learning the ancient orc lore, how to use a sword and bow and the most important of all, tactics and how to command effectively. Farkun excelled in these arts but by far he was best at tactics. In combat he made up for his small size and relative lack of strength by being cunning and nimble.
When the time came for him to come of age the tribal council held a meeting about whether or not he should become a full orc.
It was decided unanimously that he should.
On the 15th of the month, when the tribe usually had the moon feast the ceremony took place.
The entire tribe sat in a circle on the ground, around the fire pit and Farkun was given the only seat and in came Gershak wearing a robe of scarlet, gold and saffron and around his head was a circlet of dragon gold from Sssilistra.
In his hands was a circlet of silver. This he put on Farkun's head, after removing the bronze circlet.
Then Gershak turned towards the unlit fire pit and threw a ruby the size of an eye into the pit.
Suddenly, flames shot up from the pit into the air and the feasting began.
To be continued...
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