Ashhai: "the One People"

[jjac319 9]

AshHai:"The One People"

 

By jjac319

 

 

 A figure appears in the midst of the darkest sands in Anthos, he walks down a mountain of sandstone in which the winds of the dunes hide his figure under the shields of sands. He is not known, for the likes of his kin were wiped from the world, and he himself carries their name of honour: “AshHai”. The figure now makes his way onto even ground where his withering engraved staff covered in beads and herbs dips its bottom in each step he takes within the sand below him. He emerges from the sandy winds. A 7 and a half foot tall Uruk. His air is long and patched with a murky gray. His skin is charcoal as the night itself and his eyes are as crimson as the blood that leaks from the enemies of his past. A giant red scar covers his face along with various patterned cuts and markings along his chest and arms. In one hand a 6 inch wooden pipe can be seen with its various markings of the spirits and ancients. He takes a toke of the pipe and giggles to himself as the winds pick up in the vast desert.  On his back a ragged backpack made of boar skin appears to be on the brink of bursting. Its luggage is unknown, only to the Uruk that carries it with his grey long hair covering half his face.

 

 He is withered, like a stone against the tide. The crimson eyes seem to gaze upon a never ending point, as if the elder had an objective that only he could see in the dunes of Anthos. Night begins to fall as the wind begins to fade like the sun. The uruk smiles and takes in the scenery of the desert, for he was forced from his homeland many years ago, only to live like a wild animal in the jungle, having nothing but his mind and the spirits. The elder pitches his tent and starts a fire to keep him warm for the night. His pipe now laid beside him as the elder opens his boar skin backpack, he pulls out a plant that seems to be grown amongst the dunes itself. It is carved into cubes and is prickly with a touch of a jungle leaf green. It is dried, and has a chalky residue over it. The elder begins to chant the language of the ancients

 

“Kom Dragur ajh Frums, Zabra mi tru U hu-na lat Orka

 

Kom Dragur ajh Frums, Marr mi Gijak U fund m’hrzing

 

Mubush miwit hokur U giv midi orka U daggog UMog

 

Udahok mi U di Dha ob di mokoshans ajh Rog mi mab mi fushot”

 

The elder then shoves the plant into his mouth with his rotting old teeth. He chews and swallows the herbs and smiles as he stares into the fire. Another journey has begun for the old Uruk.

 

The elder had lost his clan long ago in the same dunes he lay in, he was just a child, he knew not the reasons for the massacre. His father had taught him to be brave, and to be one with the world the spirits made up. From a young age he was a proud warrior; but as time grew that warrior began to become stronger not only in his blood, but in his mind. He would have vivid dreams of his people. He would see his father and mother sometimes harvesting the fresh crops of a well soiled earth with his clan all around him, and in a blink of an eye they would be on the floor with their heads decapitated and their crops lit by fire. These dreams were constant and not pleasant at all for the young Uruk. And so he told his father and like any proper uruk brought him to the shaman of the clan, to see if he could make the dreams stop.  The elder’s tent was filled with smoke and the scent of herbs of only those found in the lands of Orcs. The shaman sat on a red rug with various patterns woven in black. He had a drum in his lap and smiled as the young uruk entered the tent with hesitation. The elder dismissed the father and the youngling and the shaman sat there. The elder gazed into the eyes of the young uruk, he could see much more than just the face and body, but the mind and its power within. Without a word the shaman took his drum and passed a handful of herbs to the youngling. The uruk took them and began to feel very hazy and light like the feather of a wild bird. The shaman picked his drum and began chanting in the language of the ancients. The young uruk slowly got sleepy, and sleepier, until he could not here the shamans constant drum beat.

 

The young Uruk awoke with quickness and confusion. The world was empty, nothing put him seemed to exist. He looked around and thought to himself, “am I dead?”  , a deep voice answered:

 

“no”.

 

This sent shivers down the Uruk’s spine. He then saw a trail of fire rise from what appeared to be the sands swirling in circles. There was no wind nor wood, how could this be? The Uruk followed the fire path in the empty world, as he walked further and further the air became warmer and warmer.  Time went on, the flame path grew higher and fiercer and the sands began to swirl with a chaotic feel. He was scared, but for some reason the Uruk kept walking forward. The air began to burn his skin; he looked and saw ahead that the air itself was on fire. As it approached him he screamed and became engulfed in the vicious flame. However, he did not die. The fire began to settle once more, and out of the massive fireball out came the Uruk with skin black as the night and twice as tall as he was before! Then the flames rose and the once sandy floor became the ground of the earth’s hottest stone.

 

The Uruk looked up as his feet steamed off the burning ground. It was the great Immortal spirit, Enhrok. The throne he sat on was just like the tales elders spoke of. Row upon row was their skulls and bones of his victims and worshippers. The Uruks heart began to race with the craving for blood in the spirits presence.  The air smelt of brimstone and blood as Enrhok began to open his mouth in the ancient language.

 

(Translated for all to understand)

 

“My child, you have found your true father, I have summoned you here and made you fit for your task, do not fear my fire and bloodlust, embrace it.”

 

The immortal spirit put out his hand and with a wave created a ring of fire before the Uruk. He took a breath and entered the ring of fire embracing the heat it had upon his black skin. The finger of Enhrok then began to lean forward to the Uruk’s forehead. Although the Uruk was scared he stood his ground. The flaming finger of Enhrok came close and closer to the Uruk in the ring of fire. As Enhrok’s finger was an inch from the Uruk he had lost all his senses. The world of brimstone was now all but black. A voice spoke in the Uruk’s head:

 

“Go my child, unite them”.

 

The Uruk awoke back into the desert of Anthos. He was in the middle of nowhere and was just as confused as he was in the plane. He looked at the sun and the land around him and headed in the direction he thought could be home. As the winds picked up in the desert the Uruk could smell smoke, he followed it to its origin. The Uruk’s village was gone.  His people lay slaughtered like cattle amongst the ruined huts that were set ablaze. His father’s head rested upon a stake beside a flag of what could be human origin. The Uruk called out for his mother, but there was no response.  A pool of water and blood lay in front of the now adolescent Uruk. His face was covered with a bright crimson scar and his skin was black like in the plane. It was not a dream, it was real.

 

The Uruk remembered the words of the immortal spirit “unite them”.  He did not know what Enrhok meant by this nor who he was to unite. In time the Uruk would learn but for now he must leave this place. And so the uruk spent years in the world of Anthos, roaming the wilderness of its harsh biomes. He would live off what the spirits provided for him. His body became more in tune with the world and his mind began to drift. He could controls the dreams that once haunted him. He was a new persona, a new entity, and his name was Su’AshHai. The eye of the people. The Uruk that could end the fighting of his brethren and end their suffering against the races of false Gods.

 

The Uruk now old and sitting in the desert of his people, begins to become as still as a statue. He gazes into the fire once more, smiles, and closes his eyes.

 

“Unite Them, Unite them”.   

 

((Hello brothers! I hope you enjoyed my new clan lore. With the recent bickering of the Orc’s and the dispersal of the clans, I will attempt to create a clan in which the Orcs put aside their differences and become the true dominant and respected race of Anthos. If we are to just quarrel with each other, we will become slaves to the humans who rape and pillage our land and kill us for pleasure. We must agree on the neutral grounds and fight the fight of our elders, whether that fight be slaying the humans and dismembering their limbs or growing crops to feed the warriors of the AshHai clan. Of course I will be acting as the shaman for the tribe, the War chief’s of the other clans shall all gather round a fire set by my shaman as neutral ground, in which we shall discuss our inner rage against each other and begin new lives.  Initiation and rituals have been created however they will not be posted until I see what response the Orc community will give me. If you are interested, please comment or message me and we can get in touch.))

[Demotheus 651]

((Can people just...make shamans like that?))

[jjac319 9]

((Can people just...make shamans like that?))

((Well I don't see any regulations on becoming a shaman.And this lore appears to show I understand the basics of old blah,farseeing, and the bonding of a immortal spirit. Im definitly not having a negative impact on the orc community,in fact I think we need a new ideology and such to make the game interesting for us all. Therefore I don't see the problem with my character and their lore.))

[Demotheus 651]

((Well I don't see any regulations on becoming a shaman.And this lore appears to show I understand the basics of old blah,farseeing, and the bonding of a immortal spirit. Im definitly not having a negative impact on the orc community,in fact I think we need a new ideology and such to make the game interesting for us all. Therefore I don't see the problem with my character and their lore.))

((yeah, it's a locked subtype i'm almost 100% certain.))

[jjac319 9]

((yeah, it's a locked subtype i'm almost 100% certain.))

((Could you please show me a link to this? I have not seen anything of the sort on the forums. In addtion I am quite sad you are hanging on to the fact I cannot be a shaman, I believe my lore was very well written and entertaining. I do not see any other shaman like figures contributing to the Orc forums with their lore and their ideas nor do I see any special regulations stating my lore is wrong or unjustified.))

[Demotheus 651]

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/101639-let-loose-the-magic/

[jjac319 9]

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/101639-let-loose-the-magic/

((Dometheus,it appears you are going against what you said. This post states that magic applications are no longer needed,you must be part of the culture you practice (orc), you can be creative with your magic to extents (farseeing is lore), and it must take time to process (my character has been a roaming orc for years and he hs pondered on his childhood). I am not metagaming nor am I abusing any sort of power. I am simply giving players another choice in the beautiful game of lord of the craft.))

[Demotheus 651]

((Dometheus,it appears you are going against what you said. This post states that magic applications are no longer needed,you must be part of the culture you practice (orc), you can be creative with your magic to extents (farseeing is lore), and it must take time to process (my character has been a roaming orc for years and he hs pondered on his childhood). I am not metagaming nor am I abusing any sort of power. I am simply giving players another choice in the beautiful game of lord of the craft.))

((no...that's not it at all...

 

You have to be TAUGHT by another Shaman In Game. Through RP. Not just be an orc.))

[jjac319 9]

((no...that's not it at all...

You have to be TAUGHT by another Shaman In Game. Through RP. Not just be an orc.))

((And this is stated where? The post does not demand or require this or even speak about needing another shaman in rp.Besides,my characters lore makes sense and is enjoyable.))

[Demotheus 651]

((take it up with Catarrh, then. He's the high shaman. Don't do any shaman RP until you get his "Okay".))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

((jjac319, I'd encourage you to read your messages. Hopefully the P.M I've sent you will explain things more clearly for you.

[jjac319 9]

((take it up with Catarrh, then. He's the high shaman. Don't do any shaman RP until you get his "Okay".))

((Im sorry but why do I need another shamans approval?I appear to be fine by my own now do I not?And hopefully I will meet him if he sees this thread,we could discuss the spirits in the tongue of the ancients.))

[brotherpig123 38]

((If jjac's orc is ancient and became a shaman, why does he need approval? IC he is probably older than Malog and will most likely have learnt shamanism in the past. He just wants to help the orcs, so be a bit lenient Demotheus.))

[Demotheus 651]

((If jjac's orc is ancient and became a shaman, why does he need approval? IC he is probably older than Malog and will most likely have learnt shamanism in the past. He just wants to help the orcs, so be a bit lenient Demotheus.))

((Claiming your orc is "ancient" isn't grounds for automatically knowing magic. But that's irrelevent right now anyway.))

[Narthok 10416]

((I think its a great idea just ignore Demotheus he/she /it is just being critical because he/she/ it is bored this idea sounds great i think the orcs getting some actual culture going would be such a good idea, beware the wild austin however i don't believe he endorses fun or creativity on a role playing server god forbid))