Free Write

I don't know exactly what should go in here, but I guess I can talk about one of my stories. Let's go with Drukk, who was a Half-Orc monk.
     He was born in a orc village, and raised as an orc. He had never held the same amount of respect as the other orcs his age because of his dual heritage. On his 13th birthday, he was put through a sort of right of passage. He had to fight against one of the village elders so he could be acknowledged as a warrior. He didn't feel the burning rage that he should have, and therefore did not fight back when the battle started. He simply dodged out of the way of every attack, and the elder wore himself out. He was banished from the tribe, because his battling style was not fit to be seen. He wandered around for close to eight years, and found himself in a human settlement. He was forced to leave the area due to his appearnce, and he began to feel a sort of anger building inside him. Drukk couldn't understand it, and he couldn't control it. He came back to the settlement in the dead of night, and started slaying the villagers. He killed fourteen of them before he realized what he had done, and fled into the woods to be alone with his misery. He wandered for another three years, and was following a road one day when he found a ramshackle lean-to off to one side. He investigated, and inside was a drunk. The man was obviously old, he was incredibly fat, and by the smell of the fumes likely hungover. Drukk slowly approached the man, and got a better look at him. The man, to Drukk's surprise, was a half-orc. Drukk was wonderstruck. As he stood dumbfounded, the man whipped his legs around with the agility of an elf half his size. Drukk landed flat on his back, and the man pinned him to the ground with a foot on Drukk's neck.

 If anyone would care to hear the rest of the story, tell me and I'll email you a copy of the whole thing.