The Travels of Daniel Harvos - Part 1
#1 of Orcs
This... is kind of an experiment for me as well as exposition for a few stories that will follow later on.
As i hinted at in a journal post or two, i sort of have my own orc-lore and this story, while maybe evolving into something else later on,
will be my way to explain some of it.
The story follows Daniel Harvos, a young translator in a parallel universe where the way to asia over the atlantic ocean was thought a few
years prior to Columbus' journey.
However this fact alone isn't the only difference as ways towards the rich and bountiful eastern kingdoms had often been sought after in
many ways.
As this little fleet of ships uses an island to stock up their supplies Daniel makes a discovery of his own....
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5.11.1490
The coast finaly came in sight today. In the morning a sailor had spotted it, screamed
in joy.
Can't blame him, the journey was torture since we left the canary islands, while we
still have fresh water, fruit wasn't on the menu for almost two weeks now and the dried
meat and fish don't quite make up for it.
Still, we made it and tears of happiness roll down my cheeks as i write these lines.
A traderoute to the eastern kingdoms of asia, shorter than the way over land, it
certainly feels possible now.
Still, it's not really my expertise, but i do intend to study the customs of any people
we should come across.
After some arrangements we made it to the shore with four boats, a few crewmembers
fell on their knees as soon as they reached the beach, thanking God for finally having
solid ground under their feet again.
As i looked around i soon found that a lot of the plants looked unfamiliar, it wasn't
that there were no familiar ones, just here and there details that didn't fit the depictions
i've seen in the journals of other travelers.
It was a moment that made me think of all the wasted opportunities, there had been
chances to travel to asia but i had been to absorbed in my studies.
Evening, after a hard day, we spent most of it setting up camp at the beach, getting
supplies from the ships, it was time to plan our next move.
I wasn't as much involed in the discussion as others, only made sense as i was merely
here as a translator.
Still, the feeling that something was odd about this place didn't pass.
Some of the crew had gathered fruit that looked edible but even those, at least partially,
weren't familiar at all.
Maybe we were just on an island somewhere in the asian sea, still far away from Jepang.
It certainly seemed plausible.
6.11.1490
I could've sworn i saw something today. I'm not sure what it was, but there was something
between the trees, moving as if it was a person watching us as we tried to look for fruits we
could use to restock our supplies.
Still, i can't be sure, maybe it were just leaves moving with the breeze.
Be that as it may, at the moment my suspicions grow that we are nowhere near Jepang.
None of the plants match the specimen shown in my books, there are similiarities to some
but there are no exact matches so far.
The captain still chose to stay for the time, not only to restock our supplies but also to give the
crew time to recuperate.
While it will undoubtly add to our travels, we will probably stay a week.
At least this gives me some opportunity to explore the shore and nearby jungle a bit.
Quite a few of the plants we've seen today had big, luxurious blossoms in the most exotic
colours.
While they, as mentioned above, do not match my books, they are quite the site and i try
to gather some to dry and preserve them for further reference.
The fruit here match their flowers in their exotic nature, not all of them are sweet or as sweet
as you'd expect them to be.
Quite a few have a rather spicy hint behind the sugary thickness.
Some even seem to have a slight inebriating effect to them, leading to part of the crew already
planing to make alcohol with them.
As this day draws to a close i can only wonder:
If we aren't near Jepang, just were are we?
7.11.1490
The morning was just as uneventful as it could've been, while i am still happy for the momentaneous
disruption of our journey, no one beside me seems to be even a bit curious.
At least i still have the opportunity to go into the jungle a bit, so far there hadn't been any hints pointing
out larger animals.
After breakfast i will be on my way, not planning to go too far, still it should be insightful.
Noon, at least i asume it's noon. As during the last days the temperature rises quite high, i still could manage
though if it weren't for the humidity.
There is even mist rising between all the trees, while i still would find my way back to the beach now, further in
i probably would get into trouble.
Although my curiousity is still urging me to push onwards, the breeze carrying the slightest implication of a
sweet odour, it's reminiscent of some of the fruits we found, still different.
Maybe i will go a bit deeper.
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I is it still friday? My head, even now, is a bit hazy as to the details, still, for the sake of completeness i will try to
describe the events that occurred.
As i headed deeper into the jungle, trying to keep vines and the occasional insect away from my face, the
mist indeed got thicker.
It almost feeled like something was wrapping around my legs, making them heavy, my movements sluggish,
but even so the scent, before just a small hint of what to come, grew more intense.
As i went on, at least i felt like i was moving forward, it was hard to tell, it slowly felt like the sweet odour was
filling my lungs with every breath i took.
The world had started to move on its own soon, swaying as i tried to keep on, something in the air was calling me,
for some reason, the more i breathed it in, the more the scent vanished from my mind.
What didn't was the heat, i soon tried to remove my simple linen shirt, barely held on to my bag as i did so.
Soon it all was too much though, i felt myself stumble before i fell to my knees.
Before i hit the ground, something grabbed my shoulders, held me. Slowly i was lifted up, the world spinning
even more, and i am sure that a moan escaped my lips.
At that moment i wasn't sure what i was looking at, a weird, flat face, no fur present but a beard bordering it.
Seconds later it dawned on me that the strange creature had red skin and as one of my hands found its chest
i realized that there was some bodyhair, but still no fur.
Then i lost consciousness, falling into a deep, dreamless darkness. Heat and the sweet, almost burning, scent
still present, dragging me deeper with every heartbeat.
As i slowly came to, head still pounding as if a carpenter had hammered away at it for hours, i found myself in a
small hut.
It was made of stone but crude, primitive or just not well looked after.
A groan was forming in my muzzle, soon a hand offered a claymug, some water in it.
Since the days heat had taken it's toll i didn't stop to think about it, thirst making the decision for me as my hands
wrapped around the simple piece of pottery before it's content flowed into my throat.
My host was most generous, handing me another cup as soon as i finished the first, even a third wasn't spared.
Slowly i remembered the creature from before, looked up.
I'm not sure what went through my mind, horror? It could've been.
They didn't look dangerous, weren't aggressive in their gestures, and if they had wanted to kill me it would've
been easier with me knocked out, but they still were a bit unusual to look at.
Red skin as i had remembered, red as ember, in a way they resembled gorilla tribes i had seen pictures of, natives
to the african highlands and mountains, but clearly these brutes were somethin different.
It was not only the lack of fur, tusks were growing from their lower jaws, some were bearded, others not.
The body shapes were just as varied although a certain amount of muscle always seemed present.
One of them slowly raised his hand before a guttural sound escaped him, he slowly pointed towards himself and
spoke again.
U'kral, was the single word, no language i ever heard sounded like this, but i asumed he was telling me his name.
The others kept watching, curious about my reaction.
As anyone in my situation would have done i returned his gesture, pointed towards myself and spoke my name.
Immediately he smiled, tried to say it himself and although there seemed to be some difficulty with it, he managed.
It still got a slight chuckle out of me since they managed to turn Daniel into something along the line of Da'nil.
They too chuckled, smiled at me as they weren't the only ones unfamiliar with a language.
10.11.1490 ?
I am still not sure which date it is, the last few days were a little too busy to write though, asuming it was still
the same day when that weird fog had knocked me out and i awoke, it should be the tenth of november now.
While my hosts don't seem to mind me in their midst they sure don't want me to leave.
The hut assigned to me even had a guard which made me feel more like a hostage then a guest, but everyone
still was friendly.
They don't seem to mind me writing my journal either, rather they are curious when i sit down to scribble
what must be nonsense to them.
That's not to say that they are stupid, all in all they seem rather intelligent, their lifestyle a bit rustic and
crude in comparison to what europe has to offer, but they have some farming going on, small patches where
they grow vegetables i haven't seen so far but that still taste good.
Whenever i approach them they even try to explain to me what they are doing, from what i can tell i'd say
they are preparing for a celebration of sort.
Eveything supports this thought so far, they prepared paint in vibrant colours that, as was explained in some
gestures, is used to decorate their bodies.
A bonfire is being set up in the midst of the village, i've even seen big drums being placed nearby.
When i tried to ask them about it all, a few words already making sense to me, they signaled that i had to
wait though.
I feel a bit silly, it seems part of the paint was meant for me and while i probably shouldn't, i feel self-conscious
about my body as i had to remove my clothes completely and now only wear a loincloth like them.
They seemed quite amused by my bewilderment and shame.
Apparently i am quite a big part of this festivity as the marks they placed on my body are quite different from theirs.
11.11.1490
I should've remembered not to drink too much.
Alcohol and i just don't mix well and the celebration is just as hazy as the events that led me here.
Still, i should try to summarise:
As the sun set, the day spent, as mentioned above, mostly trying to understand my hosts better and help
out in any way i could, the whole village seemed to gather.
The red ones coming forth from every hut, some a bit later as they seemed to have been on a hunt,
some large animal i would say resembled a boar, carried between them.
One particularly decorated guy laid his hand onto my shoulder, tried to get me closer to the campfire.
I'd say he is the chieftain as no other red one tried to approach me as long as he was near me.
Can't say if i felt safe or like a trophy...
Shortly, after most of them had gathered around the fire, some started to play the drums.
The rhythms were primitive, not unappealing though, almost as if a hidden voice spoke to my mind.
It wasn't long before i swayed to this exotic music, eating some, from what i could tell through it's
smell before it's taste, highly seasoned meat before a cup with something sweet was passed on to me.
As i wasn't used to the spices, my tounge feeling strangely warm and prickly, i didn't think much before
emptying the cup in one swift motion.
The chieftain looked a bit puzzled at me after i finished, then he started laughing, his massive hand
hitting me on the back in, what i asume was, a friendly gesture.
I'm not sure if he was amused or impressed, but with what happened shortly after in mind, i'd say it was
the first.
The sweet, viscous content of the cup went down my throat surprisingly smooth, as i had hoped at first it
soothed my irritated tounge before a pleasant warmth spread in my body.
Had it been just that i still would sit here, looking confused at the chieftain, but before long i could feel
the warmth spreading to my head, my thoughts no match for the comfortable haze that slowly engulfed
them.
Quickly i was leaning against the red one besides me, one hand looking for support to get back up...
Their skin feels nice, was my first thought as my hand slowly pressed against the chieftains abdomen,
thick muscles slightly tensing before he looked down to me, smiling.
He said something, but i still couldn't really understand them, now i'd say it probably was a compliment,
one that at the moment made blood rush to my cheeks as my hand slipped downwards.
The chieftain didn't seem to mind my hand pressing against his crotch though, his smile grew a little
as he rumbled something into my ear.
As it went on the music didn't help my constitution, the steady rhythm of their drums pounding in my head,
for some strange reason it felt like the stirring manhood beneath my hand was following the drums example,
each beat making it throb.
Why didn't i back off? I guess it was the strange liquid they had given me, from what i gathered so far they
call it Kar'mash, but a good chunk probably was my own curiosity.
I never had been one to let an opportunity pass by, always on the look out for more to learn, more to experience,
this notion of me, this very nature of my own had gotten me into trouble lots of times, not this time though.
As the chieftains member slowly stood up to attention, throbbing, drops of precum slowly running down it's
slight arc, i couldn't help myself anymore.
Something inside me just had snapped during the music, the haze in my mind, the rich smell of masculinity
all around me, and the exotic bodies dancing, rubbing against each other, near the fire.
In a moment i had pressed my tongue against the redskinned flesh, slowly moving it upwards to the tip,
a weird, but not unpleasent mixture of sweet and salty spreading in my maw before i slowly closed my
lips around the manhood in front of me.
Seconds later i moved down again, eyes closing with every step as someone, at first i didn't even process
that it could have been the chieftain, moaned deeply, clearly enjoying himself.
A warm, strong hand put itself onto the back of my neck, patting me before the owner tried to guide my
efforts.
It didn't take me long to get into a steady rhythm, moving up and down, pressing my tongue against the thick
shaft as his precum kept flowing, mixing with my saliva and making it easier to move.
I could hear him grunt, growl, moan lustful and lewd words that only seemed to get through to me because
we both shared the same ecstasy of trying something so new.
Although i admit for him it was probably the exotic partner, while for me the entire act was unexplored up
to this point.
Before long he leaned down to me, whispered something into one of my ears before i could feel his
muscles twitch, tensing, the hold on my head getting a bit more gruff.
Seconds later i could feel his member pulsing, pumping a thick, viscous liquid into my muzzle before
i tried to swallow it.
Only moments later i realized it had been his semen, for some reason though i didn't mind,
i felt content, relaxed and like i had done something good for a friend, a smile slowly
growing on my lips as i let go of his pride.
In a swift motion he pulled me up, pressed me against his body, whispering, what i asumed to be,
sweet nothings into my ear.
I'm still not too sure what to make of it all, i clearly enjoyed the experience as everytime i remember
it my own manhood is stirring, yearning for attention, and the short but intense experience clearly
before me as if it was still happening.
15.11.1490
Slowly i'm starting to get a good grip on their language, already i can make out simple sentences and words.
It still is a chore to have a normal conversation but i think that my recent progress is something to
be proud of.
The fact that i'm still in their village though is a bit unsettling, sure, the orcs, as they call themselves,
are still very nice and courteous, but i start to wonder, are the captain and crew looking for me?
Would they understand that this tribe means no harm?
And of course, what if they have moved on already? Set sail and left me behind.
It's a train of thought i'm trying to avoid when it comes up, yet one i will have to face at some point.
From what i understand my newfound friends want to learn just as much as i do, maybe, should i
leave the village, some of them would like to join me, learn something about our culture as i did
about theirs.
Later this day i tried talking to the chieftain, about leaving their village, offering them to send sort
of an envoy with me.
He told me he'd consider it and that they'd at least help me back to the beach to look for my people.
It's a start although i still fear that there may be no one left.
17.11.1490
My fears about being left behind have been confirmed this day.
After traveling through the jungles underwoods, this time without being mesmerized by some strange
plantlife, we reached the beach.
We split up, the scouts that had been guiding me going in different directions as i couldn't
describe the beach any more clearly than with a general direction and sand.
They came back empty handed, i didn't blame them, although tears were forming in the corners
of my eyes.
Sure, i had a place to return to, but it wasn't home and there is no way of telling if another ship will
come anytime short of years, if ever at all.
They tried to console me and after a while i could at least smile at their efforts.
It wasn't too bad here, maybe there was even hope, if i could stay in their village i at least wouldn't
die of starvation or through an animal attack any time soon.
A short while later we started heading back, they were already offering to make plans for a sentry
rotation as to make sure they wouldn't miss my people should they ever return.
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The rugged journal before you ends on torn pages after this entry, your candle flickers in the evening
breeze, there is still more in the old chest your great-grandfather had left behind.
As far as you can tell he tried to get into more detail in the later books he wrote about his travels
but it's a late hour already and while fascinating to read you decide to go to sleep.
Heading towards your private chambers you don't see how a soft spark emits from a
glass jar burried between books and lose pages that make up your ancestors legacy.