Volantis remained quiet, as if pondering what Aldrich said. Then, after a small spell of silence, the living armor spoke again. "An orc? Even I find that difficult to believe. I had always thought orcs as vile, simple, brutish creatures.
I myself have drenched my hands in their blood many tis. Few I have ever found worthy to add their bones to my collection."
"I'm almost completely sure about this," said Aldrich. He put a hand to his chin out of habit as he continued to think and rember.
There was almost no doubt in Aldrich's mind: Volantis had been an orc.
Orcs in Elden World were generally regarded as gruff, unintelligent, barbaric creatures by other races due to their bloodthirsty warmongering ways that sought conflict seemingly with their every waking mont.
Many races looked down on orcs because of this, and Volantis himself, with his mories erased, saw them as brutes. But it was simply a difference in culture and circumstance. A matter of perspective.
Orcs did not care about building towering cities or longstanding civilizations that would last through the test of ti. The Shatterlands from which they hailed from raged with routine devastating storms that would wipe out any attempt to build a city.
Hence, the orcs were nomadic, but this also ant they were mocked as uncivilized.
They did not have grand archives that told thousand-year histories of their people. They moved far too much to ever have a place to store any kind of docunt of their lives.
Instead, the orcs told their tales through stories passed down from generation to generation, causing other peoples to believe they lacked any real sense of culture.
The orcs did not worship a god or a pantheon of gods, for as a people, they were too scattered, too fragnted in countless different nomadic tribes, to ever ball up their faith enough to sustain a proper god. Nor could the orcs who lived for the mont, for the present, ever stand the often intangible nature of more major gods that shared their presence only with a precious few priests.
Instead, they worshipped what they could tangibly see around them every day – nature. But this also ant so peoples, particularly the zealous followers of the goddess Amara, believed the orcs to be godless heretics.
Orcs loved to battle, with the thirst for the fight wired into their very blood, and thus they were perceived as bloodthirsty brutes.
But that trait kept the orcs alive in an ever changing yet constantly harsh environnt. Their culture reflected this reverence and desire for the fight with their penchant for taking bones as war trophies. A sign of respect among their ways, but to other peoples, such an act scread of horrifying barbarism.
Volantis's striking obsession with fighting powerful enemies and harvesting their bones likely ca directly from this orc practice.
But then who was this leader that Volantis had followed? This leader that had influenced Volantis so strongly that he retained vague mories of them even through the forcing process to beco a Living Armor. A powerful forging process crafted by demons ant to wipe out any mories of the original soul.
That level of soul manipulation was outside the boundaries of even Legion Necromancers. It took a Lich at the minimum to get there, showcasing just how advanced the demons' smithing process was and how strong this mory must have been to linger in on Volantis even through all that.
"Then the leader I followed was also an orc?" said Volantis. "It cannot be. For so long, I had thought of orcs as simple creatures to slaughter. You are to say that I was one of them?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's right," said Aldrich. "You ntioned leaving the steppes and going into forest and snow and fire. That indicates you traveled across huge swathes of land, far beyond the Shatterlands that the orcs called ho that's mostly barren steppes.
I know that at a certain point, orcs started to unify every so often under a warfather or warmother, creating great hordes that traveled past the forbidding mountain ranges and even the stormy seas to other lands in large scale raids.
You must have been a mber of one of these hordes."
"A…horde…?" Volantis spoke slowly, as if he himself was trying to understand what he was hearing.
"You left the steppes, into forests, deserts, snow, and fire…hm, not many warfathers or warmothers could have made it that far. That should narrow it down, but who was it exactly…," Aldrich, absorbed in his thoughts, continued to parse through his mories of Elden World's rich and extensive lore.
The reason Aldrich needed to focus so much to recall this lore was because of how Elden World was structured. When it ca to lore, Elden World was incredibly hands off. The player had a main goal – to defeat the Howling Dark – and that was really it. How they approached this goal and how much of the world they explored in doing so was entirely dependent on the player.
For example, for a Necromancer like Aldrich, one of his final boss fights involved the goddess Amara sealing the Death Lord in the Nexus to defeat as the 12th and final Trial Quest. After defeating the Death Lord, the player character received a huge buff to their strength which they then used in a climactic final boss fight against the Howling Dark and its minions.
But that was the endga for the Necromancer. There were various other paths for Warriors, Priests, Assassins, and so on and so forth to the point that Aldrich himself, even with his extensive playti, had only scratched the surface of the secrets in the ga.
What his familiarity with the Necromancer class did do, however, was force Aldrich to explore the world considerably. It made him pay attention to small things like item descriptions, the appearance of environnts, and seemingly unimportant pieces of NPC dialogue to find out exactly where to find the best creatures to raise.
Because of this, and because Aldrich himself had a strong interest in finding out lore, he had a very solid understanding of the parts of the world that his class could explore. It was not a perfect understanding as there were surely countless other secrets known only to those that did playthrough with other classes, but it was still extensive enough that Aldrich knew a good amount about everything.
"Fire…," repeated Aldrich. "Ah, right, the only land of fire is Helith, the ho of the demons, and it is incredibly far from the Shatterlands to the point where only one Orc leader has ever reached it. Warmother Thela.
Or, as other races would have known her, Thela the Conqueror. Her horde, the Golden Horde, had a serious shot of building a serious empire if she hadn't been assassinated by demons.
Does that all ring a bell?"
"Thela…? I-I don't know," began Volantis, his voice cracking uncharacteristically.
Aldrich imdiately perked up in alarm. He sensed the tal of Volantis start to rattle around his body of bones. "Volantis, is sothing wrong?"
"Thela? Warmother? Conqueror?" Volantis spoke almost as if in a trance. "I should not know this, and yet, why does this sound so familiar? This…should not be possible. I should not rember-I cannot rember. Gh…gh!"
Volantis instantly opened up his armored body, separating into countless strands of tal that peeled back to bare Aldrich to the open air. He instantly rolled forwards, the dark grey bones of his Lich body clattering against the tal in the Null Box.
Thankfully, the Null Box was such an insulated space that Aldrich doubted anything going on inside of it could be heard outside.
Aldrich watched Volantis with green light flashing in his eye sockets.
Volantis's form was still opened up, but all around the black tal of his body, both inside and outside, there were countless odd red sigils gleaming with a burning intensity. The shade of red emanating from them was unmistakable – these were demonic runes.
Aldrich did not understand what was happening. He assud he had triggered so kind of chanism embedded within Volantis, one embedded from the demons that forged him, the prevented him from recalling his past.
Volantis's voice echoed out from his peeled open form, but the voice was not directed to Aldrich. When Volantis spoke, his voice lost the smooth, elegant tone. The voice that had made him sound almost robotic sotis, like a perfect A.I.
Instead, this new voice ca out with a far rawer timber. The voice was deeper, more guttural, and laced with a permanent growl.
"Thela…they left you. They let the demons do this to you. What do I do? Without your dream? All I am…all I am is a monster. You were the one that showed I could be more.
But…if a monster is what they want, it's what I'll give them.
Orcs…humans…elves…dragons…demons – I'll take their bones…
I'll take…
And take…
And take…
Until there is nothing left…"
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