PrologueA Chapter by NightWatchSais Enra, the First Seat of the High Counsil of Enra, exacts his revenge.Prologue The
room was a towering construct, obviously crafted from the innards of a mighty
tree. Emerald sunbeams shone inward through arched windows. Buttresses
accompanied the glass frames, lining the walls and ascending upwards to convene
at the peak of the chamber. Encompassing a great bowl-shaped alter was an
elegant table in the form of a crescent, and around this table sat nine Elves
each decorated with elaborate yet delicate raiment and jewelry. Raining down
from their dainty hoods flowed silky locks of golden hair that for some would
rest just behind their clasped hands. The only member whose face revealed
substantial aging resided in the center on a grand chair that was spattered
with ornate markings and text. His intricately braided hair and piercing eyes
were that of steel, and his face was lightly dusted with fine wrinkles. This
was First Seat Enra. He was decidedly the wisest of the Council and had utmost
authority over the happenings of the Elven kingdom. On either side of the
eldest Elf was the remainder of the Council, all resting in their smaller, far
less significant seats. An unsettling tension etched itself into the air,
causing a handful of the members to fidget apprehensively. The youngest of the
Council spoke out.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the Fifth Seat questioned.
The First Seat snapped, "You dare question my decision, Devron?"
"Of course not, Lord Enra, I was just--"
"Good. Know your place, Fifth Seat Devron,” Enra
interjected, “There's a reason I am the head of the Council."
The High Council conquered, nodding in agreement. Devron had heard rumors of
Enra’s wrath and kept his following retort internal, though he wished to the
Goddess of the Forest that he had spoken against the First Seat.
Third Seat Gammon asked, "Will we begin the procedure soon?"
"Yes. Right now, in fact. Bring in the Orcs!" Enra barked to the
Elven guards.
The Orcs were a handsome race of warriors, and these three proved no different.
Their bare skin betrayed their intense muscles, although the chains they bore
weighed enough to slow a horse, slouching their bodies in humiliating manner.
They were forcibly put into a triangle around a bowl-shaped alter in the center
of the room, surrounded by the crescent table. Enra stood up and walked
around to the Orcs, drawing a knife from his belt. To the guards, he ordered,
"Leave us."
The Orcs were gagged, though one of them was able to spit out the balled up rag
in his mouth and shout, "We haven't done anything! This is against the
Treaty!"
"The Treaty is no more," Enra said coolly, hate dripping from his icy
voice, "The Orcs ended that long ago."
"You can't do this!"
Enra screamed wildly, "Can't I?!" Silence echoed through the
room. The void of sound would have given any normal person a headache. The hush
was ended with a delusional cackle resounding from Enra's throat. "This is all
you're fault!" Enra claimed, "And I'm going to show the world
what you Orcs really are! Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Gnomes
alike will spit at your feet! They will look upon you in disgust!" Enra
was salivating to the point where spit flew from his mouth with every
punctuation. "They will fear you, for they will see what you for what you
are! Monsters!"
With that, Enra slashed at the Orc's throats, one by one, and pushed their
faces over the alter. Blood spurted from their necks, filling the bowl nearly
to the brim. After each body collapsed to the floor as an empty husk, Enra
began chanting in an ancient language, quickly followed by the other eight
seats. Rens
fo sha ne gan tu paal re
Ein tu faa na egns dur gaan da
Paalbor na dshin ecst tu faa rin
Keil fiy brey san ei gan daal dshan
With each repetition, the Elves chanted faster and louder, creating a booming
cacophony of voice. For nearly an hour they recited the ancient words, causing
the Orc blood to writhe and boil, bursting bubbles of the crimson liquid and
spattering on Enra's clothes and face. When the chanting did stop, it was
abrupt; all of the Counsil members except for Enra crumpled unconscious in
their seats. A maniacal grin cracked the First Seat's face in two as he eagerly
searched the three dead bodies around the alter. Sure enough, the curse worked.
The once beautiful Orc men were now hideous, resembling boars with their now
upturned noses and large, pointed teeth. Their skin turned an ashy green and
their hair a hideous muted version of their original tones. Enra whooped
triumphantly, knowing that every Orc had been changed to look
this way. Revenge was finally his.
© 2017 NightWatchAuthor's Note
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AuthorNightWatchElkhart, INAboutGreetings, friend! My name's Cody, I'm 19 as of the 17th of October, and I'm a dude with long hair (been growing it out for three years now) I'm really good at composing music, so if you're inte.. more..Writing
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