《The Westmarch War (A NaNoWriMo 2017 winner)》Chapter 17
Advertisement
Shaman’s Records
Twentieth of November, Seven Hundred and Sixty Ninth year since the Seminal War
Shaman Koroc the Singer of Clan Glacierheart recording
It has been more than a month since I last spoke with another person, orc or human. After Shaman Initiate Mul the Feisty underwent her awakening, the changes that reshaped her mind and body, and became Shaman Mul the Silent, I have wandered her hidden valley and the woods and hills beyond. I wanted to contemplate things away from all others. I had to spend time on my own with only the wilds to keep me company. I could have hunkered down in a cave to hibernate the winter away, but even in the depths of the wilds the Westmarch War has enough impact to reach out and touch me. There was an echo of a sound from far down the Westmarch valley, a rolling detonation shook the sky.
So I have returned. Not unmarked, perhaps, but with a deeper understanding of the wilds. They sung to me, and I to them. I look upon the new walls and rooves of the Clan Glacierheart settlements as a mixed blessing. They are far better than any we had before, and that is a blessing indeed when the winter winds come howling down from the snow-capped peaks. But in this growth of industry, in the ever-greater forging of metals, of new tools and weapons, something is perhaps lost. Not the sleepy innocence of peace, for we orc were never a peaceful race. What we are losing touch with is the wilds themselves. We now build towns, not encampments. We have set our roots down into the bedrock stones of these Glacierheart Mountains, laying claim to them, seeking to dominate them.
We gained this from the humans who now shelter in our midst. They were never as strong as we orcs, never as tough. They could not stand the same cold or heat that we can by raw endurance, so they had to use their cunning and wisdom to find new solutions to old problems. Thay have passed this questioning mindset onto those orc who are willing to think and learn. For all the loss of what we were that I mourn, we have gained much in return from the humans.
But perhaps we need not lose it all. We are orcs, not humans. We cannot mirror them, nor should we attempt to do so. We have already formed a single clan, and now a single nation. We must now also forge the identity of that nation, and a part of that identity should be a remembrance of where we came from, who we were. Not just of our greatness, like some of the eldest Clan-songs, but also of our faults and failings. We should remember the wilds, even as we move away from them. The Shamans have always been a part of our people’s hearts and souls, and it has always fallen to us to be the keepers of our people’s past. I will speak with Shaman Elder Wolfbite on this matter, as he is at the heart of our new nation’s spirit. The Record-keepers of Ironbark wanted to learn of our Clan-songs and grow a similar tradition in their own ranks. We should do the same, re-establish the clan-songs anew, and keep the danger close to our hearts so that we will never forget it no matter how far from the wilds we become.
Advertisement
Shaman’s Records
Twentieth of November, Seven Hundred and Sixty Ninth year since the Seminal War
Shaman Elder Wolfbite Glacierheart recording
I spoke with Shaman Koroc the Singer as the sun set over the Glacierhearts. We looked out over the Westmarch valley, at the smoke coming from the chimneys of the fort and the southern outposts, and spoke of times past. As we spoke, I recall Mul’s valley, the night I spent watching the stars and marveling at their expanse. The sense of the infinite patience of the world, the deep power of the wilds.
Shaman Koroc the Singer is correct. Even as we modernize, moving from Clan Glacierheart to Glacierheart the Nation, we cannot afford to lose track of what was. The threat of outsiders, humans, is what drew us together back in June of this year. It has only been half a year since that united, hungry roar of fury swept us up in its arms and carried us forward onto our shared destiny. But here we are with humans as welcomed members of our community. Gone is the old disdain for non-pure orcs, the half-human and the half-other. It was sent spiraling into the grave when the humans of Westmarch and Ironbark offered to stand with us if we would stand with them.
As when that happened, we moved from a minor power tucked away in a mountain range to an actor acting upon the vast stage of the world. We are now a player in the great game of international politics, and must conduct ourselves as such. We must modernize, learn the secrets of metals, of building, of farming and war known to the others on that stage and in that game. But we cannot forget who we are, as individuals and as a people, or we will be scattered across the stage and subjugated by others in the game.
We have a past full of glory and sorrow, of the sweet sadness that comes with good days gone by. As with the freedom of the wilds, these should not be forgotten. There will be many funeral songs to sing this winter, but come the spring we must sing of a new dawn.
Perhaps sometimes Darkness is needed so that we can see the Light.
Shaman Mul the Silent’s Journal
Twentieth of November, Seven Hundred and Sixty Ninth year since the Seminal War
This war is shaping me into what I need to be if I am to survive it. And for that, I am grateful. But I also regret its necessity. Even if my mind had never been Awakened, if I had never found my Patron from Beyond the Shroud, this war would be the death of who I was. I can never go back to the way I was, to the peace and the quiet of a sedentary life, knowing what this war has taught me of myself.
Advertisement
That is not to say that I live for the carnage and slaughter to be found in battle. It is just that I have always wondered what was over the next hill, beyond the next mountain peak. I wanted to be a Shaman to learn more of the world and its secrets. I found my valley while wandering, seeking a place to pour over things in solitude. When I made my Pact, I saw the world spinning alone in the void, so vast and yet so small. I weep that I will never have a chance to walk across the stars, but I revel in that I will have a chance to walk across the whole of this world and explore its hidden places.
But the Glacierheart Mountains are my home for now, and I cannot leave them to stand alone. I will see this war onto its end because I must. After that? I am not sure. I feel no call to bind myself to any place or people. I feel a need to seek, to learn, to know. I cannot do that here.
Am I sane? I ask this question over and over again, and never have I found a satisfactory answer. Am I Insane? Again, I have found no answer that satisfies me. Is there a firm line between the two, or is it only what others are willing to accept? Where is the border of the Twisted Kingdom of madness, if it even has one? I recall entering it under the unshrouded moon and walking out its gates scarred by its thorns. Perhaps there is no line between the sane and the mad in my mind anymore, and it only exists for me as a standard set by those around me.
Come the end of this war, I will simply walk away. Perhaps I will make one last entry in the Shaman’s Records before I go, so that my story will not be forgotten. Perhaps not, as there are some things that sane mortal minds cannot hold. I think I will take a metaphorical page from the Logs of Innoch, and leave an entry in the Old Tongue ringed round with warnings. It will be there for any who want to read it, but safely shrouded so that the casual eye will not lead to another mind being shattered the same way mine was. And if a mind is broken, then the mind in question will have walked into such a state with its eyes wide open.
Aris Cretu’s Journal
Twentieth of November, Seven Hundred and Sixty Ninth year since the Seminal War
There are storm clouds on the horizon. The wind bites with teeth of ice. Flurries coat the ground and the streams are edged in ice. We need to break the deadlock soon, or both sides will be forced to hunker down to hibernate until the thaw. But can either side afford to? We need to win a decisive victory, or have the weather do so on our behalf. But that isn’t possible while the Army of the Jeweled Cities has enough food in Fort Westmarch. So obviously this needs to change, but I do not know what that change might be or how to bring it about. Obviously a task for older and wiser heads than mine. I just hope that we can complete whatever needs doing before the snow really starts to fly.
Ah! But at least living on the edge of a pike in the middle of what bids fair to be a winter war isn’t boring!
I've had a life that's full / Everyone's been good to me / So fire up that fiddle, boy…[3]
Advertisement
The Summoner is Going
I went into rehabilitation.Would you skip the tutorial when playing a new game?I had a strong inclination to do so.After the Beta test phase ended, the main character joined the MMORPG during its Public Release.He likes to go with the flow and enjoy playing the game. This is a story of his adventures.
8 639Lizzy Langdale and the Unassigneds
When Lizzy publically exposes her telekinetic abilities, she is taken from her family and placed at a special school that is supposed to teach her how to control her powers. But Lizzy is a Langdale, born from a long line of powered beings, and has had control of her powers since she was 1 year old, and instead of learning basic lessons, she might just learn the secrets of the school instead - including what "unassigned" refers to.
8 155Enlil, the Immortal
This is a story about a cunning detective, whose faith in the world of law and order she grew up in are tested beyond breaking. A reformed priest, whose past mistakes get him caught up in a cage match between heaven and hell - places he never really believed in. And a man who cannot die, but brings death with him wherever he goes. A story about the precarious balance between the real world, and what lies behind it. A story about the most dangerous man to ever live... Enlil, the immortal.
8 127A Certain Asura Discovers His Origin
Half Asuran Half human. Shoto is the pinnacle of humanities strength and the slave of the Asuran deities. One path will assure him his revenge and the other will save the entirety of the human race. What must he choose to satisfy both his needs? Abandon humanity and embrace godhood Or Disregard his heritage and bring humanity back from the crux of decimation? The War between the basilisk clan and the dragon clan rages on. The fight between them will level the mortal world. Will the heroes of earth be able to prevent the inevitable destruction? Shoto must prevail or the lives of his friends will be snuffed out under the might of the higher beings…
8 197Apartment 239
Abe Barrett is surrounded by ghosts - some of them are even his roommates! But now Abe's visions show something dark coming, and it wants Abe dead. ***** When Abe Barrett's family died, he started seeing ghosts. Soon he was living with three of them, and it turns out ghosts are just as eccentric as people. Abe is bothered by the ghosts constantly since he doesn't want to solve their murders, avenge them or do much of anything. He just wants to do his job and relax. His dreams, however, have been getting darker as people in town start to disappear. Soon Abe realizes there is something hunting him, and that same threat was involved with his family's deaths. A legacy of darkness is chasing Abe Barrett, and his supernatural roommates may not be enough to save him.[[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]
8 96The Christmas Wish
Kim Taehyung is a farmer visiting the big city on business. While touring the city he witness' an accident and quickly takes action. Overnight he becomes a hero and a social media sensation. He agrees to an interview on the number one rated talk and cooking show in South Korea, Kooking with Kookie. Although Taehyung is a simple man he has a passion for cooking and a secret crush on none other than Jeon Jungkook the celebrated host of Kooking with Kookie. Being a guest on Kookie's show is a dream come true. Jeon Jungkook is wealthy and famous celebrity that appears to have it all. But there's something missing in his life. Christmas is coming yet he is not looking forward to it. Gone is the joy and excitement that the season always brings him. He longs for a simpler life and a partner. He desires to meet a regular guy. A regular guy like he once was, before his fame and fortune. However, he has a secret that could destroy his career and everything that he has worked so hard to build. While on Kookie's show Taehyung reveals a very special Christmas wish that just might change both of their lives forever.
8 164