Okk

Okk Orthrakai
Child of Sorrow AKA: Nakka The Guardian Spirit
Demigod
Status	Retired
Retired	1st: August 24, 2000 2nd: December 1, 2001
Race	Half-Ogre
Followed	Molo
Relatives	Brother: Stouthbound
Following	1st: Life's Blood 2nd: Circle of Faces

Mud Contributions:

[ 23] Okk: Reverence
Sun Oct 15 23:29:54 2000
To: Thaygar Cordir all

"Reverence"
By Okk Orthrakai

The red Sun rolls across the Sky
Twint with the Moon, Eternal's eyes
Beneath His gaze the World does turn
All these things must be

The Earth, the Hills, the Skies, the Sea
The twisting branches of the Cosmic Tree
Her roots of Life spread through the World
All these things must be

They who dwell beyond the sky
Who guide the lives and paths of Men
The spirits of the World, their glory on high
And all these things are sacred

They who bind the World together
Or at a whim tear it apart
The Gods who make the realm we live in
All these things must be

They who are the hopes and dreams
Of this world we call our home
Mortal Men who are the world we live in
And all these things are sacred

An aura to match red eyes of Fire
Another the hue of the Sea
Endless War their only pact
All these things must be

A welcoming; first gasp of breath
A silent tear in Endless Vigil
A scream of pain that ends in Death
And all these things are sacred

The red Sun rolls across the Sky
Twint with the Moon, Eternal's eyes
The World's Creation He espies
And all these things are sacred

All these things are sacred

Current Description:

You stare down at this almost comical figure sitting before you.

His features are obviously ogre, but he is, well...small. Though the normal size for a human, you have seen other ogres twice the size that he is. His head and hands are sadly disproportionate to the rest of his body. You can't help but notice his many long black talons, though. His possibly ornamental clothing is worn and dirty, looking like little more than rags to you. They barely cover is gaunt body.

He sits here looking at the ground intently, drawing noncomprehensible symbols on the ground. Calmly he finishes off a rune, then, as if he had been aware of your presence this whole time, he raises his head to greet you. He looks at you with his brilliant green eyes and smiles at you kindly.

You silently wonder who this strange being is.

The corners of his mouth show the very faintest trace of a smirk.
As if reading your thoughts, he replies, "Who am I? Does it matter? Ah well, I find no fault in curiosity...".

My name is Child of Sorrow; I am known as Okk Orthrakai.
I was created by the tears of the Lady Bliss, and my flesh is the brother of Stouthbound, Foul Minion of the Great Arch-Lich of Nashite.

I am the Divine Spirit of the Nashite Faith.
I am the single extant shaman of the Circle of Faces.
I am the Keeper of the Wind Order Ayala.
I am the Guardian Weaver of the Spire Orthrakai.

I am a helper, a teacher, a watcher.
I am the Guardian Spirit.

Okk is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Okk is in perfect health.

Okk is using:
<used as light>     (Red Aura) a will-o'-the-wisp
<worn on finger>    (Magical) the Sigil Odegra Orthrakai
<worn around neck>  (Magical) a red and brown feathered necklace
<worn on body>      (Magical) a leather sash decorated with porcupine quills
<worn on head>      (Magical) a streak of black paint across the brow
<worn on legs>      (Magical) a beaded woven wraparound
<worn on feet>      (Magical) leather foot wrappings
<worn on hands>     (Magical) leather hand wrappings
<worn about body>   (White Aura) the essence of Child of Sorrow
<worn about waist>  (Magical) (Red Aura) the Dagger of Orthrak
<worn around wrist> (Magical) an iron bracer
<worn around wrist> (Magical) (Red Aura) a feathered bone rattle
<wielded>           (Magical) a long pointy stick
<wielded off-hand>  sharp black ogre talons
<held>              (Glowing) (Humming) the Magician's Wand
<worn with pride>   a soft brown sparrow feather
<worn with pride>   (Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) the Medallion of Godhood

Character History:

(Taken from the original TFC Player Pages)
It was the sacred day of the Red Moon. Deep in the caves beneath Skull Spire, two ogre children were born, twins. One was a typical ogre child--big and stupid. The other a pitiful shrunken thing, a runt. His sidejaw artery was ritualistically slashed, then he was thrown away in the garbage without another thought.

The shaman Orla, searching the caves for a hidden presence she felt there, came upon a huge pile of rotting refuse. She sifted through it and pulled out a filthy, bleeding ogre child. With a simple spell, Orla devoted a portion of her life force to the child, restoring it to health. Amused at her discovery, she carried him back to her swelling by the creek. She named him Okk.

Raised by Orla, Okk grew up hateful and distrustful of everything around him. When he came of age, he began training in the ways of the shaman. A fire raged within his soul as Okk knew power for the first time. Using the basic shamanistic magics he had learned, he slew his parents, the ones who had tried to kill him before. Something extraordinary happened in that moment, though. In a way most unusual for an ogre, Okk was filled with pain and sorrow at the destruction he had caused. Weeping over the bodies of his slain, he vowed never to take another life again.

Okk wandered the realm blindly, the whole world confusing and unreal. His tortured soul searched desperately for faith, until, one day, he found himself lying upon the cold obsidian floor in the crypt of the great Arch-Lich. The darkness and firm clarity of purpose of the Black Conclave drew him there like no other had, and there he offered his life and his service. Nonchalantly, it was accepted.

Okk lived a peaceful life, keeping true to his vow. With a detached eye, he observed the daily struggles of life and death his companions went through, while giving assistance wherever he could. As the years went by, he grew calmer, wiser. He continued on and became an adept of the shaman class.

As Okk passed his third century of existence, he began to feel something change within his being. Something strange and nearly forgotten. A bloodlust welled up inside him as the natural ogre instinct to kill struggled for control. Meditation and other forms of self-control would not suppress it. It haunted him, invading his very thoughts. Soon he would have lost his sanity and himself forever. He did something desperate, unpredictable. He took his own life. As Okk's soul emerged into the realm again, he blocked his soul from re-entry into a new body. As the fierce ogre spirit clung to his mortal remains and perished, Okk rose into the heavens, an immortal spirtual essence.

When you see Okk, you will usually find him costumed in the form he used as a mortal, a small ogre. Or is he that soft breeze blowing across your cheek? Whatever he may be, he is always watching, bringing hope and kindness into the world.

Trivia:

• Okk is specifically mentioned in the Temple of Bliss.
  
• Okk is specifically mentioned in the Blood-Red thread in the temple of Cordir: Threads of the Tapestry
  

[ 21] Okk: My Retirement
Fri Aug 25 01:24:33 2000
To: all
Alright, I feel like an ogre right now for writing this (no joke intended)

There's little to say, really. I'm retiring. Retired, actually, as I write this.
Both in character, and in real life, I'm going to be embarking on a journey of discovery of myself, this universe, and existence.
This leaves little time for a following, hence this decision to retire.

I've always despised overly long retirmenet notes, and I wouldn't want to put anyone through something I wouldn't want to go through myself.
So, I've decided not to bore you with millions of thank-you's.

...

JUST KIDDING!
Thank You's:

Tynian Lord:
For this world which we all dwell in. It holds joy and wonders. Thank you.

Sirak Lord:
For Truth, Wisdom, and Knowing. Thank you.

The Breathless Arch-Lich of Nashite:
Though likely uncaring, you accepted my worship and saw me through my mortal life. Thank you.

Cordir Goddess:
You once helped along a pathless ogre shaman. Though you may have forgotten, I have not.
In the Eternal Chaos of the universe, there is a time when an Order is born. It lives for a time, then dies, and the Chaos begins anew.
You are such an Order, and I respect you for that. I only hope that I was, too.
Like the stars in the night sky, we immortals, seemingly eternal, will one day fade away.
Until then, be well. I'll see you at this World's End. Thank you.

Thaygar Lord:
For your respect. For you interest. For the Spire, the Triat, and all that you have done for this Realm. Thank you.

Torchbearer Lord:
For all the fun times we've had together :) You had a cool following while it existed. Thank you.

Syla Goddess:

)

Bliss Goddess:
You gave me Existence, which was great in itself.
But above all, you showed me truly how to care. *hug* Thank you.

Stouthbound, me big brother :)
You've helped me grow up strong, and we've had some good times, fighting side by side.
I think we've managed to kill each other many times over (remember Okrii?)  :) Thank you

Marisa:
For all those chocolatey times :) Don't be lost without me (no joke intended)

My old mortal buddies--Zane, Amon, Zachyra, Claw, Griimie, Stouty, Jet, Jamie, Hermes, probably many others unnamed: I've had some fun times with you guys :) Especially you Conclave; you're a great group. Thank you. (You CAN have fun without me *grin*)

Hornblower, Gregar, Boromir, Serenity, Galaphile...
Anyone who was fun to talk to, or just simply bothered to say "Hi" to me. Thank you.

My first two followers, Falcor and Whitehawk:
For your extraordinary contributions to my following in its early stages. Thank you.

Whitehawk, my blood-brother:
For being my best friend. Thank you.

To EACH AND EVERY MEMBER OF MY FOLLOWING:
I've always considered you all to be my food--I mean friends.
No really, I mean it. I love you all, and this past year has been a blast :) Thank you.
(and if I ever rifted you, it only meant I loved you more)

Anyone else I didn't mention but deserves mention: (does that sound right?)
Yeah. Thanks :)

End of Thank You's!

...

It's time to say goodbye.

But before I do, I must ask a question:
Was one life changed by my time in this Realm? Was one life brighter or happier because I have lived?

If so, it would make me smile, and I could leave this place with joy.

My time is over. I go to the Land of the Setting Sun now.
For you, a new day is beginning, but mayhap we shall see each other, sometime, someplace.
Goodbye.

Okk Orthrakai, Child of Sorrow
Divine Spirit of the Nashite Faith
Shaman of the Circle of Faces
Keeper of Order Ayala
Guardian Weaver of Spire Orthrakai
Former Guardian of the Life's Blood of Nashite
Former King of Kuroth
Formel King of Magical Spring Creation
Sirak's ogre
Syla's chew toy
Spawn of Bliss
Brother of Stouthbound
Blood brother of Whitehawk
Malin's Old-Fashioned
Torchbearer's partner in crime

...oh, what kind of person would I be without leaving you with some parting wisdom. Alright. I'll give it to you.
Most people think that they can burp discretely by burping with their mouth closed.
THIS DOESN'T WORK.
People around you can still hear it, and now they're wondering what the heck is up with you.

Alright, I'll go :)
Goodbye
Cya
Goodbye, really

Oh, my e-mail is sillyogre@hotmail.com, if anyone wants to get in touch.

Oh, a note to Tynian:
I would like my characters Endrek and Ugluk deleted.
Thanks

Bye now

• wave*
  

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[ 20] Okk: Your Not-So-Average Retirement Note
Sat Dec 1 20:57:54 2001
To: all
I have gone off to rejoin the Ancient Order and fight dark spirits in Fela Hasrodel, the Land of Darkness and Unreason.
If you would care to lend me your strength, then do this: eat in apple pie while thinking of me. That should do the trick :)
I can still hear whispers at sillyogre@hotmail.com

"Song of Parting"
by Nakka

I look into the sky and see
raindrops falling down on me
"can't you see your friends are dying?"

I flutter by and every tree says
"look at you, should you be trying...?"

the waves of the sea
call out to me
thundering, they beat like drums

WAR

WAR

I can wait no more

the spirits calling out to me
this sudden shift of priority
so to the Land of the Setting Sun I go
I am answering their call

glory is the Day
...but someone makes it stay that way

to preserve our Heaven
I descend into Hell

Farewell.

Personal Timeline:

• Retired for the second time on 12/01/01/