The Blunted Curse-Short Story

The Blunted Curse

My name is Lithon Wayu, but my name is not important. What is important is what I have witnessed, what I have done. I am left in wondering if I have made the correct choice. I thought perhaps vengence would satiate my bloodlust, but that is a topic for when this is over. I write this to document my deeds, so that all of Wold may know what we have done today, and why we have done it. 
The saying goes: "You can only poke the hippo so much before it bites you". We have been poked, repetedly, for years. The Orks of Malatata, they believed us to be weak, an easy target to raid, enslave, rape. They thought themselves gods, and us their servants. We are no such thing, and that has been proved here today. 
It began as a morning like any other since I broke the shell of my egg. Today was to be a grand day. My egg kin and I were to go into the swamp and relax from a week of labor, but instead, before we knew it, we saw their ships coming from the horzion. Messy, dark wood, sails as black as the night sky, and a white, cracked acorn desinging them. We knew who they were- Orks, more specifically, the Cracked Acorn Tribe.

Type

Record, Logbook