A Heart Beneath The Sands [!]

[Dreek 1633]

 

A Heart Beneath the Sands

 

The days began to slowly wind by in the Fringe, and the fires of war began to simmer and die within the hearts of the Orcs. A new Rex had been chosen from among their ranks and the shamans were preparing for a night of stories. The cubs of Anthos and the Fringe had not heard of the great battles and events of Asulon and Aegis, and thus had to be educated on what had occurred. It was a major occasion within the city, and the cubs were excited for this great night that would come. After a week of preparation and excitement, the night had finally come, and the Orcs had gathered around the large bonfire created by the shamans.

 

It was cold and windy that night, with sand drifting around in the darkness. While telling the story, a strange thumping was heard periodically, as if coming from the outlying desert. None of the Orcs payed much attention to it, but the shamans around the campfire became uneasy, and slowly began to leave the campfire throughout the night. Confused, the orcish warriors and their Rex all awaited news of what had happened with the shamans. Fortunately, they would not need to wait for long.

 

Rex Boghat was seen gnawing on the bones of a Halfing, sitting on his throne and making loug belching sounds when a figure entered the room. A large, deformed, orc had entered the palace. Ever so slowly, the deformed Orc limped over to the Rex, before he began to speak, “Rex ob mi brudderz, mi hab fund bub’hosh zing en dezert. Mi fing dat latz zhuud hab luuk agh breng latz fiterz. Mi fink dat der iz buurz mojo en da dezert. Mi hab zings tu du, agh mi will gide latz agh latz fiterz wen mi returnz. Bi readi honurable rex ob mi brudderz, bubhosh klomp iz kummin.” With that said, the orc slowly begins to hobble out of the throne room and out of the city, soon he disappears into the vast expanse of the desert.

 

That night a great booming echoed across the deserts, periodically sending the noise out across the city of the Orcs. Aware of the premonition from the misshapen Orc, the Rex and his Wargoths met and discussed what the booming could be, and how they could counter it.  An ominous wind blew through the camp as they talked, bringing the smell of sulfur along with it.

 

[Event Date:4/25/14 at 5pm est, please gather at the soulstone in the Desert City]

[Graceful Bucko 65]

Mass Uruk destruction?

 

Koal prepares a bowl of lightly buttered popcorn, sitting idly in anticipation.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

 

The sound of crunching, cracking, crumbling filled the throne room. The Rex was indulging himself on only the finest of bones, Halflings. An Orcs dream come to true, to sit upon the throne relaxing, and to eat such cuisine. It was a delight Warukk knew not, nor ever wanted. His singular good eye circled the room, ever valiantly defending the Rex. It was his job now, and it would be for as long as he lived. He was not to know the delights life had to offer, for all he ever sought was more bloodshed. A grunt escaped his gnarled mouth, and he brutishly placed a dagger between his pointed teeth picking them of whatever food he had last eaten. Without notice a malformed entity, seemingly orcish in nature, entered the throne room. Were this any other race, the heathen would have been thrown into a cage, poked and prodded. Orcs knew the meaning, the true meaning, of brotherhood. He did not even flinch as the orc approached the Rex, though he remained adamant in his stone posture, simply watching the events unfold.

 

Warukk bothers not chasing after the misshapen prophet, he only turns to his Rex, his leader, and grunts. It was a understanding grunt, a grunt that made it clear he was as ready as he always was. If a klomp was coming, he would be damned if he were to miss it.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.