The following story is extremely new territory for me in regards to writing style. Lemme know if it works, or if it’s just confusing.
Hello. I am just a simple orc.
I have a farm. I live in a hut. It is made of rock and wood. I made it myself. I got the stone from Grimmsh friend of mine who runs a… a quu… a place where he farm stone. I traded him meat and wood for stone. The wood I got myself. Cut down some trees.
I did not fight in wars. I heard about wars. Orcs goes away, does some fighting somewhere, orcs comes back. I do not know why no one tells me why. I am just a simple orc you see.
I own an axe I use to cut trees. Sometimes snake or scorpid gets close to my boars and I need to kill it. So I hit snake or scorpid with axe and sometimes they go away. Sometimes they do not but they stop moving so I can make stew.
I do not know what night elf is. Maybe is because I sleep at night. My friend Hyggar tells me orcs fight night elfs because night elfs stand on wood and orcs needs wood to make hut. I do not know why night elfs do not share wood. Do they not need stone?
I do not know what draenei is. I heard about them. We used to be neighbours long ago. Then orcs fought them because demons made them. I was not born on Draenor I do not know draenei. I was born here in Durotar on this farm. Old hut was destroyed a while ago. I made new one.
I know Tauren. Have met a few. They are tall. They like to talk slow which is good because I like to talk slow too. No point in talking fast then you run out of things to say.
Orcs fight humans a lot. I do not know why. There once were humans across the gorge from my farm that wore green and fought orcs. They were mean and tried to kill orcs. But we killed them first and now we are okay and they are not.
Other humans do not wear green so I do not know why they fight us. Maybe the dwarfs and gnomes make them fight us. They are small and shoot guns. A dwarf came to my farm once. He waved his arms and shot one of my boars so I hit him with my axe and he stopped moving but I do not know how to make stew from dwarf.
I am told I am a brave warrior of the new Horde. I am just a simple orc. I do not know what a Horde is. My friend Tozzijan is a troll and was a wizard once. He told me Horde means lots. There is only one me so I do not know how I am a Horde. The big H is important.
I do not brave warrior even though I am told I do. I farm. I have boars and a hut and an axe. My son does brave warrior though. He has an axe too but it is much bigger than mine. He says he goes to fight dead things really far north. His name is Raxx. I am proud of him.
I do not know how he fights things that are dead already. He calls them Scourge and they are evil. The big S is important too. He fights them and sends me letters that I cannot read but that is okay because my daughter Kirta can. Kirta is very smart. I am proud of her.
I do not know when Raxx is coming home. His last letter was very different. It was sealed and had very neat writing. Kirta cried when she read it. She told me it was very sad because Raxx would not come home for a while.
But that is okay. I have a farm. When Raxx comes home I will make him stew. I can not send him stew because Kirta tells me he is very far away and stew would be cold when it gets to him. Cold stew is evil and Raxx fights evil and I do not want my son fighting my stew.
I need to go get some wood now before the sun goes down. I tell Kirta this but it is a lie. Every night I visit your grave. You died a while ago when the hut was destroyed. But that is okay because I love you and I made a new hut and I am making sure our children have good lives.
I sit on the ground and I touch the stone I put there to mark your grave. I feel very sad when I do this. I do not know why it is a very good stone. It is warm when I touch it.
I wish you were still here. You were warm to touch too. But that is okay because someday I will die too and we can be together again.
I have to go now. Kirta is wondering where I am with firewood.