You know that wish corruption game? Don't ever play it with an orc.
Part IL: Wish Corruption
Date: Yippah 12th, 114 A.U.
Rider quickly took in everything in the room—the wooden desk, the array of trophies on the wall, the detailed maps of the region, the small assortment of weapons, the lack of torture instruments, and the physical nature of his questioner—as he was brought into the room and sat down in the chair opposite his questioner at the desk. The orc guards quickly exited as Rider quickly determined that it wouldn’t be easy to get out of his hand cuffs. It could still be done though, and keeping his hands away from the questioner’s view, began to fiddle with them.
“I am Farshore Garum, the leader of our noble tribe,” the questioner said. “I have heard that you claim to be part of the mythical Xavier Team who will destroy the elves.”
“I am,” Rider said, looking up. “My name is Rider of the Xavier Team who will destroy the elves and their empire.”
“I see.” Farshore bristled at the statement. “Do you think,” he said slowly. “That your motley band, which is unable to resist us, is able to not only resist but destroy the elves?”
“The prophesy said we would be tested in the northlands,” Rider said. “This is merely the testing. I believe the prophesy, and the prophesy says that we will be able to do it. We will escape your grasp.”
Farshore laughed at the statement. “Few have—even some of the best of Jaigran’s legions have been unable to escape from us or our fellow tribes. You will be no exception.”
Rider’s mind raced. “You are enemies of Jaigran, then.”
Farshore’s gaze narrowed. “I am the one giving the rules here, elf,” he said. “I am asking the questions. We are the enemies of all who would dare to trespass into our lands and show partiality to none. Thus is the state of the Northern Tribes.”
“You may be assured that we will exit your territory as soon as possible,” Rider said.
“And you may be assured that I will not take a simple apology as truth,” Farshore snapped. “Too many have trespassed our lands and have claimed that they would never returned. What they neglected to mention was that they would tell their allies and bring the wrath of the Emperor upon us.”
“We are different.”
“No,” Farshore said, letting a tingle of electricity run across his fingers. “You are not different from the rest of them. Like the others you would manipulate me to free you. Ah, but there is a price to pay for trespassing our lands.”
“What kind of a price?” Rider asked nervously as he tried to free himself from the handcuffs.
“Ah, yes—the price for trespassing,” Farshore said. “Some trespassers we have deemed better dead than alive. Others we have blinded to be put to use as slaves. Others have been used for… other… purposes. If you wish to avoid death, elf, I would suggest that you work to have a say in what you will be used for.”
“Let us fight,” Rider said. “Let us fight the elves and bring down their tyranny. You cannot stand against them.”
Farshore laughed. “I knew you would say that, elf. Your kind is predictable. Unlike your expectations, however, I will grant your request, albeit under a different kind of answer than you may have wanted.”
Rider’s head jerked up. “You will free us?”
Farshore laughed again. “No, elf,” he said. “You will be our warriors. That will be your punishment. You shall fight for us until you die.” A chill ran down Rider’s back as he began to get inklings about what Farshore was going to do. “Our spies have brought us word about an elven expedition into the lands. The Emperor himself will be coming for an unknown purpose. And so we will take our vengeance on trespassers. You will fight for us against the Emperor. But, of course, we can’t have any doublecrossing…”
“What are you getting at?”
“Our medics will implant electric devices in your brains with enough power to send high voltage into your brain, killing you instantly,” Farshore said. “And we will have the controls.”
Rider swallowed. “So you mean-”
“Yes, elf,” Farshore said. “Try to escape from our bonds and your freedom will be short-lived. Your sole purpose in life from henceforth is to serve us. And any disobedience will not be tolerated. Congratulations, elf. You have gained your wish.”
“So I see,” Rider said stiffly.
“Our medics will be in to see you and your companions soon once you’ve been neutralized,” Farshore said. “Once your devices have been planted you will be free.”
“A cruel freedom you promise,” Rider stated bluntly.
“It’s better than death or having your eyes gouged out as a slave,” Farshore retorted. “Watch your mouth, elf. You serve us from now on and you will henceforth refer to me as Garum as all orcs do. Any misdemeanors will bring you punishment. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
Question of the Week: It's wish corruption time! Play as an ORC (so make the answer a bit orc-ish) and corrupt the following wish: "I wish that Jaigran would be epicly defeated."
Part IL: Wish Corruption
Date: Yippah 12th, 114 A.U.
Rider quickly took in everything in the room—the wooden desk, the array of trophies on the wall, the detailed maps of the region, the small assortment of weapons, the lack of torture instruments, and the physical nature of his questioner—as he was brought into the room and sat down in the chair opposite his questioner at the desk. The orc guards quickly exited as Rider quickly determined that it wouldn’t be easy to get out of his hand cuffs. It could still be done though, and keeping his hands away from the questioner’s view, began to fiddle with them.
“I am Farshore Garum, the leader of our noble tribe,” the questioner said. “I have heard that you claim to be part of the mythical Xavier Team who will destroy the elves.”
“I am,” Rider said, looking up. “My name is Rider of the Xavier Team who will destroy the elves and their empire.”
“I see.” Farshore bristled at the statement. “Do you think,” he said slowly. “That your motley band, which is unable to resist us, is able to not only resist but destroy the elves?”
“The prophesy said we would be tested in the northlands,” Rider said. “This is merely the testing. I believe the prophesy, and the prophesy says that we will be able to do it. We will escape your grasp.”
Farshore laughed at the statement. “Few have—even some of the best of Jaigran’s legions have been unable to escape from us or our fellow tribes. You will be no exception.”
Rider’s mind raced. “You are enemies of Jaigran, then.”
Farshore’s gaze narrowed. “I am the one giving the rules here, elf,” he said. “I am asking the questions. We are the enemies of all who would dare to trespass into our lands and show partiality to none. Thus is the state of the Northern Tribes.”
“You may be assured that we will exit your territory as soon as possible,” Rider said.
“And you may be assured that I will not take a simple apology as truth,” Farshore snapped. “Too many have trespassed our lands and have claimed that they would never returned. What they neglected to mention was that they would tell their allies and bring the wrath of the Emperor upon us.”
“We are different.”
“No,” Farshore said, letting a tingle of electricity run across his fingers. “You are not different from the rest of them. Like the others you would manipulate me to free you. Ah, but there is a price to pay for trespassing our lands.”
“What kind of a price?” Rider asked nervously as he tried to free himself from the handcuffs.
“Ah, yes—the price for trespassing,” Farshore said. “Some trespassers we have deemed better dead than alive. Others we have blinded to be put to use as slaves. Others have been used for… other… purposes. If you wish to avoid death, elf, I would suggest that you work to have a say in what you will be used for.”
“Let us fight,” Rider said. “Let us fight the elves and bring down their tyranny. You cannot stand against them.”
Farshore laughed. “I knew you would say that, elf. Your kind is predictable. Unlike your expectations, however, I will grant your request, albeit under a different kind of answer than you may have wanted.”
Rider’s head jerked up. “You will free us?”
Farshore laughed again. “No, elf,” he said. “You will be our warriors. That will be your punishment. You shall fight for us until you die.” A chill ran down Rider’s back as he began to get inklings about what Farshore was going to do. “Our spies have brought us word about an elven expedition into the lands. The Emperor himself will be coming for an unknown purpose. And so we will take our vengeance on trespassers. You will fight for us against the Emperor. But, of course, we can’t have any doublecrossing…”
“What are you getting at?”
“Our medics will implant electric devices in your brains with enough power to send high voltage into your brain, killing you instantly,” Farshore said. “And we will have the controls.”
Rider swallowed. “So you mean-”
“Yes, elf,” Farshore said. “Try to escape from our bonds and your freedom will be short-lived. Your sole purpose in life from henceforth is to serve us. And any disobedience will not be tolerated. Congratulations, elf. You have gained your wish.”
“So I see,” Rider said stiffly.
“Our medics will be in to see you and your companions soon once you’ve been neutralized,” Farshore said. “Once your devices have been planted you will be free.”
“A cruel freedom you promise,” Rider stated bluntly.
“It’s better than death or having your eyes gouged out as a slave,” Farshore retorted. “Watch your mouth, elf. You serve us from now on and you will henceforth refer to me as Garum as all orcs do. Any misdemeanors will bring you punishment. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
Question of the Week: It's wish corruption time! Play as an ORC (so make the answer a bit orc-ish) and corrupt the following wish: "I wish that Jaigran would be epicly defeated."
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