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[i]Screams. Blood. Anger. Slavery. Death.

What had once been a peaceful community of dozens of Goliath male, female, and younglings, became the site of much violence and bloodshed, as the Orc army stormed the Kathaal encampment. No mercy was given to those the invading creatures chose not to allow to live, but the Goliaths fought bravely to protect their land and people. Vah'lux was amongst the warriors, and her spear and arrows found their mark, tearing and ripping through Orc flesh and bone with little effort. But it seemed the more the battle raged on, the more futile the tribe’s attempts were to snuff out the threat. 

They just kept coming.

Across the square in the center of the camp, she spotted both her parents, armed with sword and axe, fighting back-to-back, and surrounded by a half dozen Orcs. “Na’h-jek!” She yelled, battling her own way through the enemy to aid them both. Her pace was slowed by the onslaught, however, as the Goliath woman with a heart and mind full of both courage and fear, dodged and countered each attack with a supernatural strength beyond the norm, cutting down those who stood in the way.

But it was still not enough.

Her attempts were quickly stopped short, as several armor-clad Orcs, ropes and chains in hand, snared the Goliath in place, pulling tightly on the ropes around her neck, arms, and torso, eventually bringing the pseudo-giant to her knees and disarming her. And what transpired moments after would be burned into her mind for the rest of her days, as both of parents were brutally cut down in an almost ritualistic manner by the great number of Orcs who surrounded them. Each taking a turn to stab, maul, and slice with every manner of weapon at their disposal until the couple’s armor was drenched in their own blood.

But, it was the coup de grâce which held the most significance to the enemy terrorists, for they knew that demoralizing the offspring would allow her to become theirs for life. The spear that Vah’lux once held had been taken by the Orcs, and slowly driven deep within the chest of her father until it exited through the back, and impaled his wife in the same manner. 

“NOOO!” Vah’lux roared, gazing daggers at the smug expressions of the merciless beasts as they kicked over the dying couple and began to disperse. The anger raged within her once again, but as she felt the burst of energy enough to charge the Orcs in front of her, a hard crack to her skull from behind caused an immediate blackout.
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The Goliath woke with a start from the deep slumber, her head jerking back enough to hit the stone wall behind, eliciting a grunt that echoed slightly through the cell. It was then, she heard the commotion down the hallway, as the iron gate to the prison block clattered, followed by unknown voices and shuffling of feet. Vah'lux stood up and brushed remnants of straw from her skin and clothing as she stepped over to her cell door. From her vantage point, she could see barely anyone, save for a few armor-clad humans assumed to be the militia. 

The one who spoke was completely out of her line of sight, but his voice was loud, filling the empty spaces of the prison. What came next was what sounded like perhaps a type of prayer, but the woman was unsure if it was something regarding human culture. 

Either way, it seemed things were going to move in some kind of direction, for better or worse.