Amongst the Shelves

[elven]

Among the tattered books of the Horde, of which many pages are missing, tattered or town is a case, charmed to protect the History of the Horde. The stories of the Horde have been kept in these journals; these tattered, leather bindings.

The stories are taken by scribes, old withered demons known to for their skill in taking the oral word and putting it down. In this fashion the History of the Horde has been written in the ancient language of the Horde, in the rough scrawl of scribes that have long since died, or been killed.

To get to these you must speak to the librarian, she will most willingly offer you a chapter at a time, that is one journal at a time. Since there are no formal writings of the history they must protect these like they would the King himself.

[elven]

Chapter One

The first journal you recieve is taken from the first king; the Great Demon King. It is well known that these stories come from the Kings, as they have been passed down from father to son, or simply how they have come to be:

“We had always had our little problems,” the Great Demon King’s shoulders heaved as he drew upon the memories of the past. “Within our own ranks, of course,” he said with a slight chuckle. His voice was raspy, like rocks grinding together. “The kind of…creatures that live here,” he paused. “Don’t always get along.”

He shifted in the great throne, and then continued again. He had not wanted to do this interview with the journalist, but the Horde needed to have some sort of written history and being as how he was the first king to remain in the throne he was of course the one to begin the journals, known as the Horde’s history. “Ever since I was young,” he continued, his great hand now resting on his forehead. “There have been the rebellions,” he ran a hand up his obsidian horn. “There were always new Kings, weaker than the ones before, that is…” he said standing some in his seat, clearly upset with having to tell this tale. “Before me,” he laughed.

It was true, though, King Diameedes; the Great Demon King. He had brought some sort of semblance of order to the chaotic kingdom. At least, he had put down all of the rebellions had that risen up against him up to date. In fact, in more recent decades the rebellions had died off. “It was when we finally had order,” he said, his face changing from reminiscent to angry. “That the filthy, Alliance King sent his armies,” he spat on the ground at his feet, cursing the King from the far Kingdom. He stood and began to pace, a low growl shaking the ground beneath his massive form.

“There were rumors about the Great War,” he said. “That we had brought it on ourselves,” he slammed his fist into the nearest solid object, which happened to be a statue. The obsidian statue shattered. “No doubt because of our differences,” he hissed lowly. “Those filthy elves, humans and whatever disgusting breeds dwell there, hate us because of what we are.” His eyes glowed darkly. “Their justification,” he said. “The rumors that met me,” he grunted. “The son of that pious King was killed,” he spat again. “By one of ours,” he frowned. “Though, I doubt any of ours would kill unless for Honor, and there is no Honor in killing some weakling,” he spat again.

“Though, “ he laughed. “There were rumors about why that happened too,” he sat back down, no longer talking about the Great War. “She fell for one of ours,” he laughed. “Once again, just rumors,” he laughed. “And bore one of both Kingdoms,” he patted his stomach. “Or was meant to; though this would of course have met m ears, such a bastard child would have to be slain,” he sighed. “This is all hearsay, and it would be hard to say who would father a child with those…” he spat. “Ugly creatures,” he patted his stomach again with a sigh. “Though there was one son of my chamber that went missing around then…” he clicked his tongue. “A beast most likely got him in the forest though, he was not the best fighter...” he laughed, shaking the private chamber some. “And I doubt he could charm a lady…”

“His name? Ak…something, it is of no concern to me.”