1 Adventure One: Centaurs

In the wild and arid lands of Lumira, there lived a wild and barbaric tribe of Orcs called the Wildaxes.

Among them was a set of twins named Mork....and Bork. And these tales.....as crazy and unworldly as they sound are one hundred percent true..

When I first cast my eyes over the Wildaxe tribe, I was supposed to strike them with a flood. Being one of the lesser gods of this realm means all the little things, and Quote "Menial" tasks are passed down from the higher gods.

But as I said I was supposed to flood thier village and lands, and cause them great suffering... but it seems that another god had beat me to it.

I saw a herd of Centaur raiders rapidly approaching the village. Thier thundering hooves causing the ground to rumble and the Orc tribesmen to enter a wild frenzy.

Since I had nothing better to do I decided to stay and watch, who knows maybe this will be entertaining.

While I watched I noticed that the two groups had stopped dead in thier tracks. Curious I decided to descend and listen in to what was happening. When I did this is what I heard.

"Me Mork. This." A tall buff Orc with red tattoos and short tucks said hitting his chest then hitting the chest of the Orc with blue tattoos and long tusks standing next to him. "This Bork.....We strong. We challange Horsemen."

The Centaurs that walked out to greet.... Mork and Bork smiled a little, Finding it funny that they would challange them. The Centaurs nodded and crossed thier arms, waiting for Mork to speak again.

"We challange Horsemen..... To horse race!" Mork had yelled out with a big toothy grin, he had yelled loud enough that his tribemates could hear and they yelled battle screams.

The Centaurs and I stared blankly at Mork and I sighed and placed a hand on my face. The Centaurs began laughing loudly, one of them so hard he was having trouble breathing. But there Mork stood with a dumb smile plastered on his face.

The laughing continued until the Centaurs realized that he was being serious. The bigger one spoke up. "Little orc....we accept your challange." He said with a evil looking grin. This time Bork raised his arms and yelled.

"They accept! Bring Sasha!" Bork yelled clashing his axes together. Behind him the tribesmen yelled loudly and parted to let though a beautiful white mare.

"So.....what horse you ride?" Mork had said after a minute of looking around in anticipation. This question struck me like a sack of potatoes.... If not for my godly powers hiding me.... they would have seen me choking and falling on the ground.

"What do you mean? We have no horses....we are horses." The big centaur said as he took a few moments to comprehend what was asked. Mork frowned and wagged a finger in the centaurs face.

"No no... your Horse man....Man horse?" Mork said looking confused with his brow furrowed and had a on his chin. He looked at his twin seeing which was right. "Man horse or Horse man?" Bork shrugged. Mork looked back to the Centaurs to see what they preferred.

The Centaurs dumbfounded couldn't answer at first, but then they attempted Mork continued.

"So you not Horse....you need Horse for Horse race...Not Man horse race. We not Man horses..." Mork continued with a toothy grin. Bork laughed loudly and put a hand on his twins shoulder.

"This mean.....you loose? No horse, no horse race." Bork said lowering his tone and turned threatening raising an axe in his free hand. When he did this his tribemates began to growl and pant in anticipation of battle.

The Centaurs looked at each other then back to Mork and Bork. Sighing they looked at the other orcs and weighed thier options.... For a brief moment I thought the centaurs would attack because of how prideful their race is, But no.... the Big one laughed and held his hand out.

"You loose?" Mork said raising an eyebrow. The Centaurs sighed and nodded knowing that for how stupid Mork and Bork are...they had outwitted them. Mork and Bork both looked at eachother and then to their tribemates and screamed. "We win!"

The tribesmen screamed in responce and charged towards the confused Centaurs, many raised their weapons thinking it was an attack. But as the orcs got closer they kept saying 'we win, we win, new tribe'

"So you loose....now you part of tribe." Mork said with a happy smile, Bork just simply nodded agreeing with his twin. The Centaurs looked at the two orcs with wide eyes.

As I watched I began to think.... either these two orcs were incredibly smart.... or just extremely dumb and lucky. Even to this day I still dont know. But I will say this.... I will be watching them for a long time to come.

-Adventure Complete-

Mork and Bork gained 250 Centaur followers.