((This is the tale of Korock the Wakener, I am not a writer by any means, please excuse the errors and enjoy what you can from it. This will be completed in segments.))
Written on the pages before you is the grim story of Korock, read them so you may know why my sacrifice holds such value and meaning in my life. ~

The male orc grabbed the farmhand by the arms, and pleaded for help, “Please help us, bandits attacked our carriage, killed the other couple traveling with us, my mate... she’s with child, the situation has began her labor!” the farmhand quickly replied: “Hurry, we can get her into the tent, douse the lanterns, though I fear they've already seen us.” as they made their way towards the shelter the group of bandits split into two, one headed towards the farmhouse on the far end of the property, and the other towards the tent.
“Thank you for this, my mate thanks you as well.” Said the orc man. “Of course, my heart is much too large to see bandits tear you apart in your situation. No time for names, they’re coming this way.” Replied the farmhand as he readied his sword. The orc man readied his, and they prepared for battle as his mate yelled from labor pains from inside the tent, just barely audible above the now raging thunderstorm that had descended upon the farm.
Thunder clapped almost as frequently as the lightning flashed, which was more then often enough to see the surroundings well, well enough to fight anyway. Metal clashed with metal as the two orcs fought with the bandits in the down pouring rain and thick mud. The bandits where human, and fought without honor, three of them surrounded and outnumbered the farmhand and cut him down without mercy, spilling his blood on the already soaked ground.
The orc man caught one of the humans from behind and cleaved his head from his neck, but took a slash to the leg in the process from another behind him, he fell to the ground, and continued to deflect attacks from two of the other attacking humans as he crawled his way towards the tent. His mate’s shouts had stopped, and he feared the worst. As one of the raiders lunged towards him, he dug his sword deep into the human’s chest and kicked the other, sending him backwards into the mud, which earned him enough time to make it to the opening of the tent.
As he laid in the mud from his injuries, he looked into the tent and saw his mate, covered in blood, laying on a blanket, but lacking the lump on her middle from the child. She put a finger to her lips, making the gesture of keeping quiet towards him. As the man looked into her blue eyes he understood, and reached out for her hand as a sword plunged into his back.
The storm over head drowned out the shouts of agony as the the human raiders descended upon the tent, cutting down the orcs and tearing down the shelter. Nearby the farmhouse burned, the thunder continued to crash with intensity and lightning lit up the midnight sky. While a baby laid under a collapsed tent, wrapped in a bundle of blankets, it's cries drowned out by the torrential downpour.
