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This is the end of chapter1, i had to rush in the updates cus i was late for church.

"i am a real orc and i shall eat from this!" kolo hissed back and stood up with his war axe ready to severe the corps arm,hunger fighting withing him with thick greenish spittle dropping from the sides of his mouth.
A quick kick connected to Kolo's chest as he raised his axe to cut his share, kolo fell and rolled on the sands and spranged up.
Murder all visible and inscribed on his face as he charged at jolo.


"haaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed as he raised his axe to attack the ready jolo.
"stooooop!" the broad voice of Brolo rang out and just like magic the two hostile brothers paused.
With a wave of the head Brolo commanded kolo to go eat the other stranger.
In as much as he respects and fears brolo,he bent down took the bag of gold from the ground, just to spite Jolo as he moved on to the man on the other side.


"the mine,i shall return the gold"this were the words said by the man on the sand.
"you shall return nothing,you are mine"kolo fired as the hunger in him urge him to kill the man
"wait! Pls wait!" the man begged as he lifts his upper body,his face all stained with blood.
"i know the mine and their activities,its owned by the Highcoin monarch. They kill you when they noticed you are aware of their sacred golden acts. Please don't kill me, i will take you to the mine"he cried
"i don't need gold,i crave for food,your...flesh"kolo exclaimed as his axe came down.

The smell of blood made Jolo and Kolo suspended killing the fallen man who was sprawled on the ground,blood gushing from his temple but was still alive and breathing.


They galloped towards the ready game their brother Brolo has hauled down. Brolo got down from his warg, collected his axe from the ground, not wanting to waste more time, he brought the axe down with a grunt escaping his mouth.
The sharp war axe disconnected the dead human's thigh and Brolo brought it up to his mouth,tore a mouthful flesh from it and masticated, savouring the taste and feeling that followed, a nice meal it was.


His brothers arrived with so much brutish force as the hunger could propell them.
Jollo was first to cut loose another thigh and began eating. From the corner of Jolo's eyes he could see kolo bend to begin eating from the neck region,just when his lips kissed the neck, jolo's foot came hard on his head which sent him to fall back wards.
"Only real orcs can eat this"jolo hissed as he pointed with his bloodied war axe at the carcass.

Fazemood:
I'll first of all commend your decision to write, it's not easy to be creative when writing a novel. Weldone.

You need to read b4 posting. There are slight errors that needs correcting and improving upon.


All thesame it's my kind of story Adventure, and you're doing great. Thumb up

Thanks man!

Neoteny:

Plagiarized from:
A Song of Ice and Fire
All the Tolkien books.

... How do you mean?

dis work is being copied by some blogger without my permission... Why!

fpeter:


Good read, please look into the highlighted. Well done.

wow that was oversighted... Thanks so much.

update is here... Don't just read and go away,follow the story, correct ,constructive critism and your comments go a long way in helping writers write better.



One more update and next week more will pour in.



About the story, how is it so far? Were should i work at and why?






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Jolo,Brolo and Kolo charged down at the two humans. The fact that food was gonna be ready, urged them on.
Brolo being the first to sight them was formost an as his warg galloped on, he could see one of the human retreating leaving the second human.


They were sure this flesh was theirs but Brolo was not ready to loose the retreating human.
They got nearer at throwing range and WOSHHH! WHOVVV! WHOSHHH! WHOVVV! Was the sound Brolo's ear could pick. It was the black war axe of his brother Kolo that was in mid-air on a hostile journey to decapitate the standing dumbfunded stranger, for some split seconds, Brolo slowed down to see if Kolo's accuracy has improved...NAH! IT MISSED IT'S MARK as the handle and not the sharp edge of the axe connected with the strangers head, which sent him sprawling on the desert sand.



An ugly smile appeared on Brolo's face as he charged at the running short man with a bag wobling on his back, Brolo could here as Jolo cursed kolo for his inability to throw an axe from a moving warg and meet his mark.


On getting closer to the short man, Brolo readied his axe, held it firmly on his left hand, not forgeting his balance,he also held firmly to the warg's chain and sending a final look at the running man, he sent his axe towards him.


In a blur the axe cut through the desert air, rotating ordinarilly and WHAMMM! THE VERY SHARP AXE EDGE GREETED THE MANS NECK and abroubtly the bag fell of his hand spilling its golden content. His head projected beyound him making his headless body walk a few more tired steps before collapsing side ways, staining the desert sand crimson.








To be cont...

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The thoughts of a richer him,frequently visiting the brothels,drinking and spending lavishly was prominent in his mind.
The rays of the blazing sun he endures,his cloth was a sticky mess as a result of the sweat bathing him, the heat from the sands made everywher uncomfortable for him but the end result of it all will be superior to his current suffering.
Within him,he knew that should he show any more sign of tiredness, his tall friend will snap.
And should that come to past, he was bound to suffer the load of two heavy bag of gold which could lead to his to his death.


The very backbone of this mission he was. All he crave for right now was to get a visual of the STORMDUST WATCH TOWER and the dagger hidden in his robe will come to work against his tall sissy friend.
To him,his friend was on an errand and on completion, he shall become expendible. All this thoughts of betrayal ran through him and he was certain of victory, a sly smile plastered his face.
The toil and tiredness has made the tall man focus so much on the road ahead, making it impossible to look at his smiling friend, but the erractict steps of his short friend reasured him.


Still smilling but immidiatly, the smile vanished.
The rising dust approaching them made all hopes of his dreams began fleeing as his heart and being welcome the thoughts of fear and death.
It can not be the Mine guards because the were coming from the opposite direction of the Mine.
Two other options were very vivid in his mind. Orcs of Bandits.
This two will never spare them.
Orcs were surely going to kill and eat them and the bandit were definetly going to rob and also kill.

No he can't die just now when his plans are about to hatch.


"Whats that dust" asked the tall man but the silence that greeted him made him look sidewas and his sight met an empty space.
He wondered how his short friend disappeared without him noticing.
But on looking behind him he saw the retreating figure of his short friend.
He got torn between running after his friend or just surrender to the approaching force.








(Up next......... "ONLY REAL ORCS CAN EAT THIS"JOLO HISSED AS HE POINTED WITH HIS BLOODIED WAR AXE AT THE CARCASS... )

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""hmmmmmmmm its a game!" inhaled Brolo the calm and calculative but ruthless orc,slightly smaller than jolo. He also has the ability to small the scent of other animals not of their species,humans inclusive.
Thats why ehen he exclamed an inhaled, his brothers got a firm grip of their war axes, on the ready to throw at any game they come accros. To confirm more on Brolo's premonition, a vicious snarl hissed from their wargs.


"Desert fox?"asked kolo.
"humans" Brolo answered as he looks around to confirm his instict's insinuation.
"where are they Brolo?" this time Jolo asked.
"it gets stronger and thick...yes!..."sniffs the air"its coming our way"sniffs again and looked far in front of them. The two approaching figures made his stomach rumble and the hunger of the past days escaped the dungeon of his orcish stomach as they urge him to charge.
Pointing his axe at the silhouetted figure's direction, he let out a cry"HIHAlalalala!"









sorry this came late... More to come...standby.
to be cont...

Sorry guys...updates on de way. Dis evening. Thanks Guys.

skubido:
Nice wan. Still following

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"carefull there!" cautioned the short man he stretched his hand to his fallen patner, who's face was all shades of brown.
"sake for a missing lower tusk and their pig nose,you look just like an orc. An underfed one" pulling him up, he pointed at the horrizone"once we are pass that mountain we are golden rich."


"what if those guards notice our absence?" asked the tall fellow.
"when they do,we shall be long gone.
Besides i'd rather die smuggling this gold out of the mine, than die a stinking poor miner. Just imagine yourself at some brothel,flung at your sides are those uncladded b!tc*es,doing imaginable and unimaginable things to you. Damn! Its a lifetime dream i'd die fullfilling."


"yes am gonna buy a land,build a castle and become a lord"


"Thats the spirit!"the short man shouted as he shot a fist in the air, before patting his friend on the back, as he urge him to move on.



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Jolo,Brolo and Kolo were triplet orc sons of Nozoll flesh axe the chieftain of the sand flame orcs.
The were out hunting for desert foxes, each was mounted on his warg, more like a giant wolf. This unusal beast is used for battle transportation by the orcs.


Today the hunger in Jolo,Brolo and kolo was enough to to kill a full blown man but the orcs endure on.even as their father make arrangment for raiding.


"am empty,i fell like eating" kolo said. In his nose was a nose ring just like every sandflame orc,in his hand was his war axe and the other hand held on to the chain on the warg.


"i feel like eating you kolo, i just know your flesh will be yummy and delicate as you act" jolo said. The biggest of the triplet and the most aggresive.


"father will kill you if he finds out." kolo added
"how about i kill him first? Hmmmmm...its gonna be plenty flesh for me...father's flesh is gonna be a tough one. But i will chew." Jolo said as he let out a croaky laughter that resounded from the calm desert.

South of Crownila lay The Violent Barren desert. The land of all waste and harshness,the sun shines supreme in the day and at night it gets cold and almost the Contrast of its daytime features.
On this barren desert lives The Sandflame Orcs. These orcs have so long livrd on this deserts which with time has changed their once dark soft orc skin into a tough and rough brown skin.


Unlike their crownilan counterparts who live in an accomodating environment where food and other neccessities are taken care of. The sand flame orcs believe in eating flesh of humans and when a fight arises between them, which is as possible as breathing, there is bound to be in-species cannibalism.
When they run out of flesh,a raiding is organised and the peasants and merchants of Stormdust,Emonia and Drukolia sate the hunger of the Sand Flame Orcs.
The difference is clear between the Two Orc clans but the mutual love and loyalty they share was never different.


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The despair,fear and weakness on the face and body of the two running fugitives was visible.
On their backs lay a big black bag filled with gold. They ran,walked and fell and almost repeated the same parttern again.

"we are going to be rich!" exclaimed the shorter man with a broad nose,thick lips and small eyes mismatching his face. His beard was braided and brown even as his hair was of the same colour.


"we are going to die before we get to stormdust, i suggested we take a horse but you refused, now we gonna die like some strayed bastards in this barren waste." the taller fellow complained.
His neck was very emaciated and long,pale eyes,long nose and a sad face.
"had i known, i would have stayed back and refuse your offer. You tricked me into this." he added as he tripped and fell face flat on the hot desert sand.

tahir01:
Nice story. More ink to ur pen bro/sis

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Dranoid:
I just saw this on fp, most times I just glance over the stories but the title caught me 'A song of Gold and Blood'





And I wasn't disappointed, keep it up more ink to your pen

... Thank you so much.

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olril17:

the imagination being depicted is fantastic... I hope you will finish this oo

update is here.

The uneasy movements of krik's body as he fears to speak was all visible same as the atmospher in the room was tense.
"The citadel are part of this! Thats some really raw powers i don't possese And i will need my crew by my side can you affored the price?" Halmond asked, allowing his love for money cloud over his responsibility to the old Tialus.
The satchel dropped on the floor leaving some chinking sound in its wake.
"a thousand and five hundred golds are in there, it is all the council has got"


the amount announced was to much for krik to bear and keep shut as he unleashed his tied tongue.
"no ordinary satchel that was! I can smell gold from a far distance. Don't worry old man the cursed body of you chief shall be taken from your people and..."


"krik! Here is the three copper coin" handing the pouch to Krik.


"oh freepunch, don't do this to me, you know we are into this together, why offer me some dead copper coin? Besides you side you were going to work with your CREW, I believe Jermorn and i are the crew. Any other crew of yours must be slain by my sword, i swear it."


"then shut your c**t hole and let me discuse" Halmond ordered, he was used to Krik's running mouth, had krik not been a man of valor he would had have to connection with the Barbarian.


"sure freepunch am gonna shut it up!" krik said.


"deal or no deal?"asked the old visitor, he knew the money offered was an enticing one and difficult to reject plus Halmond and Tialus history.


"four strong horses should be ready and waiting for us at rock wind,our food and..."


"all that shall be taken care of" interupted the old visitor

"then we have a deal!" halmond exclaimed"expect my crew in rockwind on the morrow."


standing up Hasga began "Halmond Freepunch thank you and i shall be on my way to await your arrival." with that he draged himsef outside.


Halmond stood, picked the satchel,felt its weight and nodded

"you,i and Jermorm, who the f**k is the fourth bastard?" krik asked
"shut up krik"

"had that been possible, i don't think i will have ventured into these hostile vicinity" throwing a quick glance at the calm but calculative Halmond.
"then what do you carry inside that satchel?" krik asked.

"Halmond the chief your old friend and mine is death!" Hasga announced while he ignored Krik's question and piercing stare.
These words were like nothing to krik but meant a whole lot to Halmond.
The chief was a great friend and mentor of his but along the line their relationship headed south when Halmond mistakenly killed the chief's son when his employer was attacked on their way to the Elven city.
The bandits attacked the single caravan conveying a Noble, Halmond fought them off, all four of them leaving two dead and two escaped.
Among the dead was the late chief's son. After the job,he told his tale to his mourning friend-Old Tialus and there and then did he realize the done deed was on a friends family.


"you come here to announce the death of some...old miserable chief i don't..."

"enough!" Halmond ordered Krik to silence.
"His not some miserable chief and mind you tongue krik, the visitor is here to see me and not you." Halmond rapped


"wow that was hot man! Don't worry Halmond i am going to sit my A$$ down and say no more." krik knows better than to provok the apparantly angry Halmond.



"he died a grand chief and can't be buried at rock wind, the council sent me to employ you to escort the dead to Grandend"


"he died a grand chief....hmmmm must have really lived long, now thats some perilous $h*t you want me to embark on, why will i even want to help you?"


"because its time to pay the debt" looking at halmond straight in the eyes with those weak eyes that seem to have found their vibrance."And many will die if the citadel gets to his body in three days time"