The Rhinos History

[the 1 bow 1112]

((This momoskah'ha was about 30 pages long. Just under 10,000 words. Parts of the dialouge are in common and parts are in blah, or sort of blah simply because I took certain posts that were relevant to add. This is the whole Braduk history, from its forming to then end. its a long read, if your willing to read it so its broken into sections and kinda like chapters I guess. I didnt write all of this, parts were done by higgsyy back in the day, makka and a little by ilikefooddude. Enjoy))

 

Ancient History

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Braduk wiped sweat from his forehead. The idea of building a legitimate village to live in for the refugees was good, but it was going to be some real hard work. He looked over to his old childhood friend, Kudo. The ogre dropped a small pile of stone on top of another previous layer. “Get’n tired Kudo?” Braduk asked with a chuckle. “Aint nub rock gonna best me hur hur.” They sat down, taking a break after a few hours of lugging wood stone and sand around. “Lat got any further in com’n up whid da rank systems?” Kudo asked throwing an empty bottle of cactus residue to the side. Braduk shook his head. “Nut’ing yet brud.”

 

After the devastating clan wars, orcs were scattered. The intelligent lived in refugee camp, whilst the bravado went out to be nomads. The one Braduk and Kudo lived in was just a series of scraggly tents and a seemingly always half empty well. Over a long night of drinking, Braduk came up with the idea of building a village, or town that would be sustainable so that the descendants would have a place to live. Because at that point in time, a lot of people thought the race was coming to an end. After about ten years of resource gathering, the building commenced. Each able bodied orc built. Males, fearocs, elders, cubs even helped. Braduk paved the way for everyone. A natural leader. Kudo was his long time friend and second in command.

 

“Why is lat settle’n down in one area? Dat is da pink way of do’n fings.” Braduk looked frustrated as his half brother Gorfjol protested him. Gorfjol was younger to Braduk, and hated him. He hated the idea of staying in one area and building a town. He liked the nomadic lifestyle and he made sure everyone knew it. “Look Jol, just piss off. If ya nub like wot we am doing, then leave.” Gorfjol grunted walking off. Five other orcs joined him as they left the lines of the area as they always did. Kudo walked over pointing at the six walk off “Me has bad feel’ens bout dem.” Braduk was silent and continued to finish building the town armoury.

 

A small boy ran into the half built war room of the town house,  seeing Braduk Kudo and a third young orc, Gargonak.  “Braduk, lats bruddah approaches whid many others. Dey has weapons and armours” Braduk growled to himself as the trio walked outside. They town was now mostly built, and was named Kenuk. Gorfjol walked over and spoke immediately. “We has had enough of dis disrespct to our ancestors! Lat may have more people then us, but we has the will of Krug!” Braduk folded his arms. “Fine, go play leader. Come back when you tire of be’n a imaginary creature.” Gorfjol stepped forward, and Kudo did aswell. Gorfjol was afraid of the fourteen foot ogre. So he spoke; “Those who wish to honour da urukish ways, come whid us. Those who nub, will die.” Several orc males stepped forward and joined Gorfjols cause. Women and children stayed. Braduk shook his head. “If its war lats want, den its war lat will get.” More males stepped beside Braduk and the original trio, and it looked like they were going to battle it out right there. The forces were even give or take a few.

 

An elder stepped forward. “Enough of dis! In tiks of distress, wes should band together, nub split into dub forces. Especially if it means another war.” Gorfjol threw a dagger at the elder, and he was killed instantly upon connection. Gorfjol looked back at Braduk. “Blood will be spilt big bruddah. Lat always seemed whitewash.” The groups stormed off and that was it. For now…

 

Gorfjols Campaign

 

Gorfjol stared down his five hundred orcish troops. They were preparing to march into Kenuk and wipe Braduk and the village off the map. “Right uruks! Listen up! Braduk and his pack of pink ***** dogs fink they run da joint. They bring whitewash to a whole new level!” The orcs begin to grow rowdy as he speaks, shouting and growling. “But, we is KRUGS children. Krug would want us to fend for ourselves in da environments. Nub settle down like *******.” Gorfjol was narrow minded. In the coming events of battle, he would go on to contradict himself and do a act that would go against what he “stood” for.

 

A mere couple of kilometres away, was the Kenuk village. It was fully built and expanding. Everything was running smooth and the though of a war was a distant memory. Braduk held his newborn daughter, Somalakti. His mate, Woshfle, layed still recovering from the birth. Kudo walked in and began to speak before seeing what was going on and stepping outside. Braduk gave the cub back to her mother and stood up to head outside. “Wots go’n on Kud?” Kudo pointed to a goblin scout. The goblin spoke with short breath. “Me was just out over da ridge where nomadic uruks was peeped, and me saw Gorfjol and a army of hundreds!” Braduks eyes went wide. He though for a second. “Go, find everyone in the city. Blah to da women and cubs to get inside. Blah to da males to meet me in da center of town.” The goblin nodded running off. Braduk turned to Kudo. “Me new dis day would com. Go get da soldiers, get dem geared up and ready for a fight.”

 

An army of seven hundred strong headed out to meet the attacking forces. They marched for an hour before seeing a swarm of orcs, led by a familiar face.

 

Braduk shouted “HOLD!” Kudo repeated “HOLD!” they each stopped with grunts.

 

Gorfjol shouted “CHARGE DEM!” each orc ran at Braduks forces.

 

Braduk waved his axe in the air and his forces charged. A now stampeed of roughly 1200 orcs ran. When they collided, Braduk spear tackled Gorfjol. Kudo, towering over everyone else swung his massive sword, cleaving many in seconds. Gorfjol and Braduk battled it out, and just as Gorfjol looked like he was about to die, fled. His force of now four hundred, followed. The battle was won, but the war had just begun.

 

A rat amongst men

 

Gorfjol was drawn back and things had simmered down. Everything had changed now. Kenuk had been fortified, every male had to be in the defense force and even though several skirmishes were taking place the forces of Kenuk were winning. Gorfjols army was growing, and little did Braduk know, his luck was about to change. Dramatically. The problem with Gorfjol was, he was blood drunk. He recruited any nomad wandering around the place, without any training. Braduk however trained the infants up until they were of a age, usually around sixteen to fight. Now, the enemy outnumbered Kenuks forces, but they were more skilled.

 

The sun slowly set, casting a red haze over the desert sands. The orcs of Kenuk had returned victorious from a skirmish with Gorfjols army. They had lost the one prior so it was crucial to not do it again. They dropped their gear of at their respected zones and gathered in the center of city to celebrate. The people of Kenuk joined them. It was quite a festive time, after the big scare that a contingent of Gorfjols army had made it past the mountain reach beside the city. At that moment, life was good. Braduk moved around, drunk as everyone else in the city. Orcish flirting, headbutts klomps all that was taking place. He turned at the sound of a voice, “Oi Braduk,  com ‘ere.” Braduk turned and walked over putting his arm around one of his veterans shoulders. “Ug Gargonak! Wot lat want?” Gargonak twisted out of Braduks arm, in that movement pulling out a dagger and plunging it into Braduks rib cage. Blood poured from his mouth, and the wound as he fell backwards. Gasps were heard and Gargonak had to immdietly fend off hundreds of angry greenskins. There was one person though, that he did not count on. Kudo walked forward, his blue eyes had gone red and were glowing. He picked up the traitor, and it began. With a splatter of blood, Gargonaks slaughter started.

 

Kudo in a rage clawed off Gargonaks ears, then stabbed his eyes with his thumbs. Gargonak was slammed onto the ground, and Kudo launched a fist down at Gargonaks chest. A huge crack was heard. Too many attacks to be counted. After the bloodlust had settled, all that was left of the traitor, was literally blood and chunks. The citizens crowded around the lifeless body of the orc who had led them, build their home and was a role model to each of them. Within the first five minutes after Braduks death, a pedestal was built. Braduks body was layed on it, and burnt. They people realised Gorfjol meant business, and now, so did they.

 

The storming of Gorfjols lair

 

Gorfjol woke to the sound of his four best orcs walk into his wooden hutt. They each had grins but their heads bowed in their leaders presence. “Wot? Why does lats wake me?” Gorfjol asked sitting up. “Braduk. He am flat.” Gorfjol shot up, eyes wide. “Hosh! Hosh! Now dey am runn’n scared. We relax for now.” They nodded. The tides had turned for the protagonists. The army of Gorfjol was going to smugly let the death of Braduk sink in. They were in pole position to strike, and if they did who knows what could have happened. But they didn’t. And so things were going to go horribly wrong.

 

The ground rumbled. The horns sounded. The roars echoed. The sun rose. Kudo and the entire force of Kenuk, nine hundred and forty orcs could be seen walking up the hill to Gorfjols base of operations. “FLAT DEM ALL! LEAVE NUBAZH!” Kudo yelled. He was pissed. The forces charged the gate. It was knocked down within seconds and they flooded in. About three hundred orcs were in that base. A surprisingly minuscule number to the army they had battled before. Never the less, Gorfjol was going to be hung in the center of Kenuk. The warriors ran past Kudo as he walked in, wielding his double handed axe with one hand and in the other, Braduks legendary hammer. Skulls were smashed, blood was spilt and huts were burnt. But, no Gorfjol. Kudo was infuriated. He made a point of pinning the dead bodies up against the walls of the fort. A young orc reported back to Kudo. “Gorfjol am nub in da area.” Kudo knew this but still questioned; “WHERE IS HE?” They were all shocked. This was the first time Kudo had been this angry. The whole place was burnt to the ground and all that was left was ashes. They marched out angryily.

 

When Gorfjol did return, he was shocked. He arrived with an army of two thousand plus. “DA SKAH HAPPENED?”

 

Peace, for now

 

Kenuk had recovered from its devastating blow. Many years had passed, and Braduks daughter had gone on to have grandchildren. Baderkuk, the middle aged grandchild who at age twenty three, was in high command of the village. Kudo was still around. Old, but still around. They were going to found a new clan. Clan Braduk. Everyone in the village was a member. Baderkuk was the chieftain, and Kudo was rank warmachine. They had their elders and militarian ranks. They were organised and kept a good foothold on the attacks that Gorfjol was still leading. The reason how this war started was forgotten, and the people only wanted blood.

 

Baderkuk, the chieftain of the clan and village went on to have one child, Goregutz. Kudo never had a cub. The Kenuk village was celebrating the day they had in honour of Braduk, known as the “Zpithammah” day. The origin of this name was simply the name Braduk gave to his hammer weapon, now wielded by Baderkuk. Of course, fights still took place but it looked like the war was coming to an end. Without a victor. It was disappointing to the people of Kenuk, but Baderkuk care for his people. He wasn’t going to let them die without a cause. In the meantime, they had built a barracks about a kilometre away from the village. A small guard stayed at one time as they rotated.

 

Kenuks stand

 

Gorfjol barked orders at his army of three thousand. With a shout of “MOVE IT!” the force of Gorfjol marched out for Kenuk. Not only did Gorfjol have his orcs, he had about fifty rogue humans with him also. Spineless. He made a big deal about Braduk supposedly being whitewash, yet he requires help from pinkskins. But, still, they were going to kill every male fearoc and cub there.

 

Baderkuk sat in the smith, having just finished crafting the last golok, a machete like weapon that he intended to pass down to his children and throughout the family with the hammer also. He looked up to see Kudo, with a worried look on his face. “Its Gorfjol. Whid a army of thousands.” Baderkuk had to react fast. He stood up and ran outside. He gathered every warrior in the city. The women and cubs were ordered out of the city to move to the barracks. Within the hour, Kenuk was basically abandoned. They fifty orc guard, plus Baderkuk and Kudo stood in the borders of the village. Kudo spoke up. “Baderkuk, for Goregutz and da villages sake. Go get da army. Go to da Barraks. We will hold dem off for now.” Baderkuk’s face went blank. The elder ogre pushed Baderkuk “GO BADERKUK” Baderkuk ran to the barracks to go rally the full force of the Braduk clan.

Kudo ordered each soldier to find a good spot, so they could have the element of surprise.  “Quick. We nub has much tik…” He signalled for them to wait. “Bruddahs, it has been me lifes honour, to klomp along side lats. Braduk waits for us in da spirit uzg. Me fink, we should make him wait, a little longer.” They each cheered and roared, retreating to their strategic spots. Gorfjols immense army could be seen in the hazey distance of the hot dry sandy pisshole they call home. In the dead silence, a goblin ran out to the forces. Kudo exhaled. Any hope of winning this battle was now done. Gorfjol was quickly informed of their plan. The force of fifty one emerged, standing in two lines. “Easy boys” Kudo said, breathing deeply. The younger orcs looked confident but said nothing. Gorfjols army stopped. He then yelled “FIRE!” A swarm of arrows came from the mountain ridge to the right of them. They were cut down to thirty seven right there. “CHARGE BRUDDAHS!” Kudo yelled, as he ran forward. His small contingent followed. Kudo axed one in the head, pulling it out and cleaving several more in a series of two hits. He saw Gorfjol killing a young guard, no more then seventeen years old. Suddenly, he dropped his axe. He looked at the ground and saw his entire arm on the ground. “QUICK QUICK QUICK FLAT HIM” Gorfjol yelled. Kudo was hit with four arrows in the shins. He still ran forward, grabbing the orc he hated the most by the neck. One of Gorfjols inner circle orcs cut Kudos other arm off. Kudo was now the only one still alive. He kicked Gorfjol in the ribs, they shattered upon impact. Two more orcs stabbed Kudo in the side and stomach. He bit one in the neck and ripped out his entire throat.

 

Soon after, Kudo was struck in the throat with an arrow. Six more orcs stabbed him. He fell to his knees, and Gorfjol was helped up. He kicked Kudo onto his back, and stabbed him through the chest. Kudo died as soon as the blade hit him.

 

If it wasn’t for Kudo, and the brave orcs who stayed with him, Baderkuk could not have rallied the Braduk clan, and the civilians would not have made it to safety. Whether you hate him, or admire him, Kudo died a hero.

 

Baderkuks revolt

 

“Com on! Git the rhinos!” Baderkuk shouted as the most elite fifty warriors of the clan mounted the rhinos stationed at the barracks. An old veteran, Mojgak led them. Baderkuk told him “Go now bruddah. Lead lats company to da ridge and wait for me signal. Krug give lats strength.” Mojgak nodded shouting for his contingent to follow. The herd of rhinos rode off. Baderkuk signalled for his force of two thousand and three hundred to move. They didn’t walk. They ran. The ground trampled beneath them, and they made their presence known by shouting and roaring. Far over to the left, Mojgaks company was about a few hundred meters out from the mountain.

 

Crashes of buildings echoed throughout Kenuk. Gorfjols force, battered but still in near full strength began to destroy the city. Their morale was lessened by Kudos stand. They didn’t expect a Braduk to have that much courage, let alone fifty of them. They each looked over their shoulders just in case something was going to happen. Gorfjol signalled for the archers on the mountain ridge to come down and aid him. As they made their way down the steep mount, the ground started shaking. Now, at the far edge of the city, shouting could be heard, and the ground shook aswell there now. Gorfjols three thousand bunched up in the center of the city, and the pinkskins looked around with tough looks on their faces. Each, human was crushed under the ton weight of the rhinos and the orcs that rode them. They exploded over the top of the mountain, killing all the humans in a single shot. Next, the force of two thousand and three hundred emerged from the far ends of the city, led by Baderkuk.  They had no where to run now, for the rhinos would catch them. Gorfjol back peddled trying to escape, The front lines of Baderkuks force jumped at the enemy, and the sidelines of Gorfjols army was demolished by the rhinos. As the rhinos tore the backlines to shreds, Baderkuk and his army fought the surviving warriors. Baderkuk knew who he wanted to kill. He ran, and as he did he lodged his golok in the chest of one orc, then punched one in the face. The rage filled orc continued to run, hammering another in the chest. He saw Gorfjol. Baderkuk sprinted at him. Gorfjol held up a stone mace, but he was tackled to the ground. Punch after punch to the face of Gorfjol. He screamed as the fists landed into his face. Baderkuk got up, grabbing his smallest golok. He stabbed it into the sternum of Gorfjol repeatedly. Finally, he ripped Gorfjols heart out. He stood up, holding the heart in the air. The fighting stopped for a second, as everyone watched. Baderkuk crushed the heart, and Gorfjols army, now in absolute fear tried to flee. There was no survivors.

 

Baderkuks army had minimal casualties. Amongst the few however, was Mojgak. He had his head cut off. The dead were burnt as the sun set. The war, was finally over

 

Cracks appear

 

After the village wars had faded from memory, Baderkuk rebuilt Kenuk. The village prospered, and in the Braduks seemed truly blessed. Through so many roadblocks and harships it seemed they were going to crush themselves, but the strong survived. The strong always survive.

 

Baderkuk was now an old orc, his son Goregutz, renowned and feared for his strength served as his second in command. Baderkuks life mate, Daariaka was constantly at his side. And then one late night in their hut Daariaka came to Baderukuk. He sat sprawled in a large chair covered in pelts and leathers looking at a fire place, sitting atop it the hammer of Braduk and the Goloks.

 

“Baderkuk, do you have a minute?” Daariaka asked. The old orc simply grunted a ‘yes’ response and she approached sitting on the arm of the chair. “Have you seen Goregutz lately?” Baderkuks gaze did not leave the fire.

”No, I thought he would be at the barracks training the cubs.” Baderkuk’s mouth hardly moved as he spoke. Daariaka sighed.

 

“Baderkuk, the rumours…about me mating with Kudo…” she paused, sighing once more, “Goregutz are not your son. He is the cub of Kudo birthed by me.” Baderkuks boney frame rose from the chair. He approached the fire place, his face emotionless.

 

“You would betray the tradition of lifematehood. You would betray me. You would betray my people?” Baderkuk pulled one of the goloks off the mantel. Daariaka backed up. “ORCS! SHUT THE DOOR AND LOCK IT. DO NOT OPEN IT UNTIL I COMMAND.” Baderkuk ordered to the grunts guarded the huts door. The grunts did as commanded. Daariaka with no where left to go dropped to her knees.

 

“Im sorry Baderkuk,” she pleaded “I have not betrayed the people though. I know I have betrayed you, but the war was a tough time. You must understand!” Baderkuk approached slowly. His purple eyes glowing, golok in hand he approached.

 

“You betray my people by slurring all the values they hold and what honor Kenuk has by breaking ancient traditions. You betray me and try to make excuses. Actions come with consequences Daariaka, betrayal is a crime that only death can fix.” And with that, the ferocs throat was slit. The body was taken to the valley near the village and hidden in a cave to rot. 

 

Culling of old dogs

 

“Look at my hand cubs,” Goregutz said, holding up his palm, “what do you see?” The cubs stared blankly, not understanding where it was going. “You see a palm, I see four knuckles. Interpretation is everything in combat. Whether you interpret your opponent is stronger, weaker, faster, slower, more skilled or less skilled than you. These are all things we, as fighters will do. These are all things we as fighters die from. See your opponent for what they are, not what you think they are. The second you assume what they might be is the second you give them the upper hand.” The children marvelled at the wisdom

“Enough for today. Good training cubs.” Goregutz moved over to a water hole and began drinking just before a goblin came running over.

 

“Goregutz, your mother has been missing for a week now.” The goblin said, catching its breath.

 

“That’s unlike her to be gone from the village for so long..” Goregutz responded, riding his rhino back to Kenuk to inquire to Baderkuk. “Father, where is mother?” he asked.

 

“I am not your father.” Baderkuk said, sitting beside the fireplace in his hut.

 

“Bullsh*t, now come one where is she? She has not been sighted in the village for over week, do you know about this?” Goregutz said, approaching the chieftain. Baderkuk rose and confronted Goregutz.

 

“I am not your father Goregutz. Your mother mated with Kudo the olog, he is your father not me.” Baderkuk said, his voice rising slightly.

 

“Where is she?!” Goregutz responded, his voice rising aswell.

 

“Why do you care? She may be your birth mother but she is a traitor. She betrayed me Goregutz. She betrayed you too you know. You being a cub born out of dishonour. She robbed you of an honourable life.” Baderkuk was now shouting. It suddenly dawned on Goregutz.

”You killed her…didn’t you?” Goregutz ask, his voice flat and monotone.

 

“So what if I did?” Baderkuk replied, “She should have been killed years ago for bringing dishonour into the legacy of Braduk!” Goregutz punched Baderkuk in the face and threw him to the ground. He then grabbed Braduks hammer off the wall.

 

“She was my mother.” Goregutz then caved Baderkuks head in with the hammer.

 

Goregutz soon was elected chieftain of Kenuk, and would be its last leader.

 

 

The Raven flies

 

 

 

The Blood Talon is born

 

Kenuk was facing increasingly dangerous over population issues. The streets were filled with homeless orcs, and street fights were a daily occurance. Goregutz held a small council in the waroom with his chief advisors.

 

“Right boys, we are combating a serious problem here. We cant expand the city, we simply do not have the resources. I will not murder our people, what can we do?” Goregutz said, moving around in his chair. A moment of silence happened before an elder spoke.

 

“The snow is coming, and in our current situation we will not survive. Our waterholes are running dry, our livestock are dieing and soon we shall follow. It is not a quick fix, yet we will endure, and survive. If we made it so there could only be one cub born to families, the population will be more controllable.” The elder spoke in a harsh withered voice, but his words carried meaning in Goregutz’s ears.

 

“It is done then. Let it be known that from this day forth, only one cub may be born to any family, and if more than one is born, then the newborn shall be taken and sacrificed to appease Kahn, Krug and Braduk.” Goregutz rose, and went home. Years passed until he came to regret that rule.

 

Roars came from the birthing tent, Goregutz sat beside his lifemate Kormai, and soon, Mokrag was born. He and his brother Ghazkull were born one year apart. Mokrag was the elder of the two. When Goregutz discovered Kormai was pregnant again, he couldn’t bring himself to end the life of his un born cub. So, she went into hiding and gave birth to the cub privately. Ghazkull was hidden away for years, and Mokrag quickly became one of the fircest and strongest cubs in the village.

 

One night Kenuk held a feast in rememberence to Kudos last stand.. Goregutz and Kormai ran the feast, but had left the five and six year old cubs home alone. The village blacksmith, a goblin by the name of Keng, was a skilled locksmith and broke into their home searching for goods. He searched every room in the house looking for anything of value. His bare feet made a funny sound on the stone floor. As he headed for the door he noticed a distinct change in sound. It sounded familiar; he had heard it before in a different house raid. It was hollow he knew this was a secret door. He pulled away the rug revealing a wooden trap door. He opened it and ran down the stairs with a wide grin on his face. Softly he said “I betz derz gonna be gud tresha down ere”.

 

His grin slowly changed to look of fright, then to a smile. He saw Mokrag sleeping by a fire. He then saw a necklace of pure diamond and gold. Slowly he crept around the sleeping cub. He was too busy looking at the cubs that he didn’t notice the stack of pots and pans in front of him. He kicked them, spreading them across the room making a loud clash of metal. Mokrag woke up first seeing the goblin. He charged the goblin, standing at about its same height. Keng was sent to the ground, and his nose was broken by a flurry of punches. Keng pulled a knife out and cut Mokrag across the eye, and threw him to the side. As Keng reached for the necklace, he was thrown into a wall. He turned, to see Ghazkull. The five year old already stood at the height of a human but was a meer child. Ghazkull pressed Kengs face into the fire, before relenting and waiting for Keng to get to his feet.

 

Ghazkull felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He grabbed a pan and turned around swinging it. He stopped inches before the figure. It was Goregutz, with his Kormai behind him. Ghazkull ran to his mother for comfort, leaving his father to deal with Keng. He grabbed Keng, and through him up the stairs and into the door. Goregutz began strangling the goblin. He kicked Keng in the back sending him flying out the door. Bruised and bloody Keng limped back to his house.

 

“WHAT TREASON IS THIS GOBLIN, YOU THINK YOU CAN TRESPASS INTO MY HOUSE YOU C*NT” the chieftain shouted, knowing what would inevitably happen to one of his cubs.

 

The next morning there was a loud knock on the door. Mokrags father opened the door with a worried look on his face. It was the village council, behind them was Keng bandaged up like a mummy.
 

“Goregutz, where are the cubs?” One of the orcs asked. Goregutz sighed and presented Mokrag and Ghazkull. “By Kenuk law, the youngest should be killed. Yet he is no newborn, and you are our leader. Choose one to exile, and let this matter be dealt with.” Goregutz briefly thought, before kneeling beside Mokrag.

 

“You are the fiercest cub I have ever seen. Ghazkull has not yet seen a life outside this house. I can not rob him of that. I am sorry Mokrag, but you must be exiled.” Goregutz gave the cub a Golok and sent him out into the snowy forest. And thus, the greatest Braduk chieftain was exiled.

 

A giant’s problem

 

Years passed and Ghazkull was now a teenager. He and his cousin Gargant trained daily, and were the toughest orcs in Kenuk. Goregutz still oversaw the trainings of the orc recruits. Gargant had all of his ribs broken after an accident with a rhino and was forbidden to train that day, so Ghazkull had a knew sparring partner. Heng, a goblin. Son of Keng. The two dispised eachother. Ghazkull towered above the other orcs, especially Heng. The fight commenced and Ghazkull simply threw his weapons to the ground and grabbed Heng, slamming him onto the snowy ground. He punched him over and over, before breaking his jaw by ripping it apart. He then broke Kengs neck shouting “My brother is gone because of you and your f*cking father!”. Goregutz quickly ran and pulled Ghazkull off of him. Heng was dead, beaten to a pulp. 

 

Ghazkull was brought before the small council of elders and Goregutz, murdering and fellow Kenukian was a death sentence. One of the elders nodded to Goregutz. The chieftain sighed.

 

“Ghaz, you are lucky you are my son. You have been banished from the village for breaking the law. You will be stripped of all clothes, weapons and belongings and cast out into the cold. I do not enjoy this, my son, but it must be done.” Ghazkull said nothing. He did was he was told and was exiled, following the likes of his brother.

 

The next day Gargant sought out Goregutz, the young orcs mate was with him. Many said they never saw them away from eachother.

 

“Uncle, where is Ghazkull?” Gargant asked. Goregutz put his hand on Gargants shoulder.

 

“He broke the law. He has been banished. Im sorry Gargant.” The loss of his best friend made Gargant bitter, but also angrier. He quickly rose to village champion and became a feared warrior and Goregutz’s war general. And then…. It happened.

 

Last days

 

Gargant now an adult, had impregnated his mate. The two were celebrating in their hut before multiple cries were heard from the outside. Gargant grabbed his axe and poked his head out the flaps of the hut. He saw horrors. The undead had began ransacking Kenuk. Aegis, was falling.

 

“We have to go, now!” Gargant shouted, grabbing his mate and ran out the door. As he came across any undead creature he would slay them immdietly, continuing to run. He needed to get to the barracks so he could get to the rhinos. The village was burning to the ground, orcs were dieing, being eaten and torn apart by the creatures of Iblees. He turned to the mountain ridge stretching along the side of Kenuk. Ontop, was Goregutz, crucified. His body was pinned to wood, his innards cut out and dangling from his stomach. He moaned, still alive. Gargant had to keep moving. A whole horde of undead creatures stood before him and his mate, his began fighting them. As the last one fell, he turned back to his mate. She was on the ground getting ripped to shreds. Gargants blue eyes went red. He charged in, ripping one off of her, then ripping it in half. He snapped anothers neck and then axed the last in the head. He stood before his mate, her body mangled and destroyed. His unborn cub gone with her. He had to go.

 

As he arrived at the barracks, he mounted his rhino and left, riding away.

Kenuk had fallen.

Aegis had fallen.

The Braduks, had fallen.

 

Hail the Blood Talon

 

Mokrag and Ghazkull had reunited, and lived in Asulon as members of the Ugluk clan. Mokrag had become close with its leader, Pok and rose quickly to the clans second in command. Mokrag had a son, named Zagstruk. The Braduks became the attack dogs of the Ugluk clan, being some of their fiercest members. One night though, in the swampy Ugluk fort, the trio sat in their huge underground home, angered.

 

“We are the reason the Ugluks are still around, yet we get no f*cken recognition for it!” Ghazkull yelled. He was responsible for a lot of the resources that the Ugluks had, but received no benefits, or even thank yous.

 

“Yeah! Why should we bow down to Pok if he doesn’t respect us.” Zagstruk added in. Mokrag leaned back in his chair, puffing on his pipe.

 

“Pok is honourable. He may not show it, but he appreciates what we do. I know it.” Mokrag said, puffing a smoke ring.

 

“To **** with honour if we are going to have to bow and scrape our whole lives,” Ghazkull rebutted, “I will not subject myself to that dishnour. Brother, remember when we were children. Our family had a clan. Our family ran that clan. We should rebirth it.”

 

Mokrag came around to the idea. “Yes. Pok is a true brother to me, yet not to you. You two are my blood. And from this moment on the Braduks are reborn.” The three left the fort, and left Auslon behind as the people went to Anthos. However, on the island on the way there is where Mokrag became notorious. Mokrag began recruiting, and soon the Braduks numbers swelled. On the island of Kalos, the Braduks had made an underground fort. They were surrounded by human cities.

 

“We could just kill them” Durakai, a fresh faced recruit said at a meeting. “They may outnumber us, but we outmuscle them.”

 

“Well, there are three dangerously close to us. The human one would be the wisest place to begin.” Ghazkull advised Mokrag. The fat warlord nodded.

 

“Yes, Durakai, Grommash, Dozeruk, you three come with me. We are gonna scout the city out, look for weak points.” Mokrag responded. The four orcs, clad in armour marched from their fort to the port city of humans,  scoping it from a nearby hill.

 

“Orcs!” a guard cried, and a small squad emerged from the gate. The Braduks drew their weapons and met the on the flat field just before the town. “What is your business here?” the commanding guard questioned.

 

“We were just looking around to find something to eat…” Mokrag replied, drawing his mace, “And I reckon we found it.” The Braduks charged the humans, killing them all. Before they knew it three more squads emerged from the gates. Mokrag lead the charge, his mace crushing the skull of the human front runner. Those squads fell. Next, a platoon of about a hundred soldiers were barreling towards them. The Braduks roared in defiance of the pinkskin warriors, and the two sides clashed.

 

As the dust settled, bodies were scattered everywhere. Blood and guts covered the ground more than the grass did. Three figures stood tall. Three orcs. Mokrag, Durakai and Grommash. Dozeruk had fallen, the recruit would not be missed. The Braduks had taken on the towns entire army, and won.

 

“Leave orcs!” The ruler of the town commanded atop the shut gate. “We have no quarrel with you. Leave and you may live.” Mokrag simply laughed, and the Braduks left. They would be back though.

 

A week passed and the entire Braduk clan at that time rallied on their rhinos just a bit away from the human town.

 

“There walls are brittle!” Mokrag yelled “Let us show them what power is boys.” And with a swing of his arm, the Braduks rode. And they rode directly into the walls barriering the town. The walls were no match to the rhinos speed and mite. They collapsed and the ransacking begun. The whole town was burnt to the ground, and its leaders head piked in the centre. “Let this be a warning to all pinkskins. IM MOKRAG BRADUK. THIS WHOLE ISLAND IS MINE.” He shouted. The Braduks went on to do the same with eleven other small towns and villages, pillaging and destroying them all. This is when the Braduks were put on the map in mainstream society. Mokrag, known as “Da Notoriouz”  and his rabid clan were feared amongst the pinkskins. Mokrag was brought in by Mogroka, and became the first ever Braduk Wargoth. He had rebirthed the clan, brought it through an age of despair and made it feared by all.

 

The problems began however when the orc’s numbers started declining. Very few orcs were around, yet the Braduks still held high numbers. It got to the point where they held the highest numbers. Other clans took note.

 

The clan fell into the fort, each carrying their own weapon and baring their own armour. Over time the line got smaller. First Murtz, then Grommash, Bragar and now, Dura'kai. Each were young, but new the ways of old better than most. Heavy losses. The entire clan went down the steps into the throne room, where the huge form of Mokrag could just be seen though the darkness. As Larty one eye, and Teefbuum da gobo lit the torches, the hammer of Baderkuk was seen on the table infront of Mokrag. The most important orcs took their seats. Ghazkull, laying the axe of Gorgutz on the table next to him, Zagstruk laying his sword on the table, Arez and Frak, laying their axes on the table. The rest stood behind them weapons sheathed. Ghazkull tapped his treetrunk fingers on the table and began to speak. "Dere iz an civil wor in da uzg. Wez ned tu pik a zide." A quick murmur and nodding flowed over the people except the orc on the throne. Mokrag sat there resting his head on his against the arm of his throne. Zagstruk was next to speak. "We haz femely on Shar'kuz side. We shud hona Braduk agh juin dem." Frak leaned foward saying "Hur hur. Lizzen up kub. Da rulez ob klanz am tu pud dem hiyer in lats life den lats own femely. Agh dis clan coms frum Ugluk yub? Pok agh da Ugluks am whid da rebelion. Dat am who we shud klomp widz." Gromzlak, standing behind Ghazkull cleared his throat before he spoke "But, we is in da klan now. We make our own dezizionz." Ghazkull turned to his son "If id wuz nub fo Pawk, den weh wod nub beh zit'n in diz ruum rite nowh." Arez stood up stamping his foot on the ground "Flat dem oll! Kreate ah ghak parti agh insure Braduk dominaze!" Zagstruk simply gave a puzzled look and said "Join Shar'ku tu insure Braduk dominance!" Ghazkull said the opposite and to join the rebellion. A verbal conflict erupted in the throne room.

 

"ENUFF!" Mokrag shouted, slamming his fist down onto the arm of his throne. "Awll mai lyfe, I'z haz ben ah free uruk. Agh az da worgoff ob owr klan, id am mi jawb ta inzure dat future generazionz hab da zame ritez az i'z dyd. Shar'ku mey hahd giben uz da ovicial ztatuz, bud dat aint gonnah meen skah iyff weh lib undah ah uzg ob terany!" He begins to stand up. "Weh fite wid our muddah klan, da Uglukz agh whuevah dey allai demzelvez whid. AGH WEH DU ID, TU DA DEFF!" As he speaks, each orc comes around to the idea. Mokrag grabs his hammer and everyone else in the room does the same, standing with their weapons drawn. They hold them high, angled at the middle of the table as they all shout "BRADUKZ FAH EVAH! FAH EVAH BRADUKZ! BRADUKZ FAH EVAH! FAH EVAH BRADUKZ! " The chant is long and loud. The clanging of steel is rings around the fort and further.

 

And it was so, the Braduks sided with Pok and the Ugluks and their allies in the rebellion. The rebels began to lose. And so the final fight, the last stand at the Braduk fort Ronata was going to take place. The entire Braduk clan, the entire Ugluk clan were going to make their last stand against the Warnation. And then, Pok fled. He sided with the Warnation, no communication, no warning. His reasons, fear, power, a mixture of both? Who knows. But the Braduks were doomed.

 

“All of you out now!” Mokrag demanded to the clan. “Go to fort Jovak, Ghazkull, you are in charge. Keep the people safe.” Ghazkull nodded and the clan rode out. Not a moment later did the army of the warnation appear on the horizon. Mokrag let out a grunt, placing his horned helmet on and raising his warhammer. He was ready, ready to die. Shar’ku halted the army, stepping forward.

 

“Mokrag, I will spare you. To hell with Pok, surrender and you will rule the Ugluks as their Wargoth!” Mokrag was unfazed.

 

“I will not abandon my people.” He replied.

 

“Don’t! Bring them with you.” Shar’ku said.

 

“I will die before I join the Ugluk scum.” Mokrag shouted, opening the forts gate. “Come and get me!”

 

Shar’ku turned around “So be it.” He said, and the army surprisingly left.

 

Shar’ku was soon overthrown as Rex, and the rebellion ended. The Braduks survived it and kept their Wargoth position. But a new war was on the horizon. The Braduk Ugluk War.

 

 

Broken horns

 

 

On all fronts

 

Pok and his right hand Nux deemed the Braduks traitors. However, the black and blue beasts had blown up razily, nearly matching the Ugluks in numbers. It was then, that the Ugluks raided the Braduk's fort and captured the cub of Ghazkull and Raurna, Thurak in infancy. They kept him for thirteen years. Outraged, the Braduks retaliated by capturing, brutally torturing and beating an Ugluk runt, Durak. Zagstruk delivered Duraks mangled body to the doorstep of the Ugluks.

 

It was sudden however that Mokrag disappeared. It was mysterious circumstances, but he left. Ghazkull took charge, and he and Mokrags son Tungtor began to clash. Ghazkull wanted to rejoin the Ugluks, yet Tungtor wished to keep the Braduks alive. This turned into the clan splitting into two factions and going to war.

 

The Braduks had no chieftain, and a large portion of their members had been killed or disapeared. All that was left was the core family. Three orcs emerged for the rightful chieftain position. Zagstruk, Frak and Tungtor, the children of Mokrag engaged in a klomp to see who would take the place. Zagstruk was knocked out first, taking Tungtors hammer to his head. After seven hours, Tungtor and Frak both hit the ground. The clan remained chieftainless. Then, another challanger emerged. Ghazkull, with his own intentions challenged Frak and Tungtor in another klomp. Frak was gone first this time, his ribs broken by Ghazkulls steel fist. The klomp went for one day, then two, and on the third they were ordered to stop by Kita I, Mokrags mate. 

 

After the klomp had ended, Ghazkull stated that Pok had talked to him offering them armour and weapons if they joined the Ugluks again. The orcs were disgusted. But Ghaz was not going to give up so easily. The night before Mokrag disapeared, Ghazkull promised him that he would do anything in his power to allow the family to live and prosper. He offered a neutral comprimise. Clan Braduk would become a legitmate sub branch. They would officially be Ugluks, but still run their own selves in certain ways. Some orcs came around to this idea. Tungtor stated that they should remain as Braduks and Braduks alone, as he hated the Ugluks and blames Pok for his fathers disapearence. After much discussion, Tungtor simply said that he would split the clan so he didnt have to face Ghazkull in a one on one klomp and dared the followers of Ghazkull to try and stop him. Clan Braduk was now split into two chapters. "Da blud talunz." Led by Tungtor, and "Da howlur durubz." Led by Ghazkull. Both sides wore coloured pieces of leather, symbolised their stance. 

 

They each had their own hideouts, but they were out in the open. No housings or encampments just open land and some beds. A small guerilla war insued, with attacks on single members taking place on both sides. It began to light a fuse.

 

Larty wun eye, a neutral Goblin in the clan had scheduled a meeting where the chapters could come to an agreement. It was at the old territory, "Kudoz wyng". Both sides didnt expect the other to show, so it would become an inevitable clash. Tungtor rallied his side over the mountain near Brevias' fort, and Ghazkull back at the oasis. 

 

Tungtor stood infront of his orcs. They followed him like they followed his father. With honour and to the death. "Ukke. Larteh is gonnah be dere da hole dey so weh gonnah goh der foh ah hour agh den kom back. Azlong as we make da apearenze den idz gud. Deze urukz am femely. Dose whid oligz yoze dem as ah last resort. Agh iyf lat haz ta shuut aim foh da legz. Flat unly iyf lat haz tu. Doh dis fa Mokrag. Ghazkull wants ta rejuin da ZCUM who made hym flat. DU NUB LED DEM WIN!" The orcs stand up equipped and ready. "LETZ GOH"

 

The blud talun chapter had arrived at the meeting ground and began to unequip after about an hour. The plan was to relax a bit then go back as they made their stance. 

 

The orcs of the howlur durubz took formations, as Ghazkull paced the front line. "Tungtor iz blynded bai anga. Mokrag wizhes woz for da klan tu prospah. Dat tik has passed. Our unly choize nuw iz ta juin da Ugluks, agh mabeh wen da tik iz rite avenge doze whu fel in da rebelion. Da tik haz kom! Foh Mokrag agh foh Braduk! If dey am dere den weh will bash dem agh tayke dere kolaz." Ghazkull waved his axe around and they began to march off.

 

The orcs of Tungtor geared up to leave laughing and slandering Ghazkull and his orcs calling them weak and cowards. Through the trees however, Ghazkulls forces emerged. The blud talunz quickly sprung into action, gearing themselves up for combat. Some orders were shouted and the howlur durubz formed one big line. Tungtors orcs did the same. Each orc was prepared to fight, and Larty back away slowly before running.

  

The orcs stood in their lines, and they each stared at eachother. There was utter silence. Ghazkull spoke to Gromzlak. "Covah mi, mez go'n iyn. nub foiyar'n." Ghazkull walked over and Tungtors orcs held their weapons up. Ghazkull came face to face with Tungtor. "Pud da weaponz duwn, agh klomp liek troo urukz." The silence continued, except this time Zlendzwarg readied an arrow and aimed pointblank at Ghazkulls head. "Git dat fing out ob mi faze befoh mi ram id ub latz azz." The silence continued. Ghazkull was fed up, and smacked the bow away, Tungtor then smacked Ghazkull in the jaw with his hammer and he stumbled back. The forces charged with Ghazkull and Tungtor fighting in the center. The first swing between them collided, the axe and hammer hit and shattered. Two legendary weapons of the clan could not match eachother. Ghazkull now defenceless swung punches at Tungtor, all landing flushly. Tungtor rolled back drawing his sword and stabbed Ghazkull in the quad. Tungtor was sent sprawling back recieveing a kick to the chest. Ghazkull spear tackled him. Yaurg charged ghazkull, slicing his hand off. Ghazkull roared ripping the machete away from her hand and cut her head off.

 

Deaths were happening quickly. Kita I and Shula were fighting, it ended with Shula being stabbed in the throat with a spear. Arez smacked Kita I in the face with his warhammer, then decpaitated her. Zagstruk engaged with Frak, it ended with Zagstruk foot getting cut off. On the floor Zagstruk cut Frak in half via the groin up. with a stray sword.

 

Ghazkull had lost sight of Tungtor and was just mauling the enemy. He turned to see his son, Darax get cut in half by Tungtor. "NUB!" Ghazkull charged over, knocking Tungtor down. He pinned him on the floor and snapped his neck. Zlendzwarg charged Ghazkull trying to avenge his father but his jaw was ripped off by Ghazkull and he bled out on the floor. Several arrows soured over and hit Ghazkull in the back and he fell foward not moving.

 

The blackness faded as Ghazkull turned onto his back roaring as the arrows went deeper. He sat up to see the carnage. His family, layed mangled on the floor. He got up gripping the end of his arm where his hand should be. He saw Zagstruk, his nephew mourning over the body of his children. Zagstruk crawled along the floor, seeing his cubs dead. "GROM, GRO, GROMZLAK! MA-MOL, MAGMOL!" Ghazkull rushed to Zagstruk, falling to one knee but continuing. "Zagstruk, dis was ah terribul fing we dyd." Ghazkulls rage had worn off, and now that he thought about he realised he had slaughtered his family, and gone against the one orc he trusted the most. His best friend, his brother, Mokrags wishes before he disapeared was for the family to survive. Thats what he lived for and now Ghazkull had taken it away. Ghazkull slung Zagstruks arm over his shoulder and helped him off, a few tears escaped his eye.

 

 

Thinking that the war was won, Pok and Nux relaxed a bit. A critical error. Mokrag had returned, rebuilding the clan once more. He did and got the clan back into a stable position. He had another child, Muzzmog. But then a old enemy of his returned. Kahrzen. Muzzmog had been captured by Kahrzen. Kahrzen was over a seven hundred years old, but he had a bandit crew with him as defense. When Mokrag, Ghazkull, Raurna, Zagstruk and Durakai had gone to rescue Muzzmog they found that Kahrzen was the culprit. Mokrag having a lot of bad blood against Kahrzen held him and about forty of his goons off whilst the rest of the Braduks retreated with a mortally wounded Muzzmog who later died on the way back to the compound. Mokrag fought valiantly, destroying the groinal area of Kahrzen with his claw arm and taking another thirty orcs down with him. But in the end, even the strongest of orcs will fall. Kahrzen walked away that day. In fear of what would soon become of him, he fled on his small ship to new lands. Anthos. He know lives in solitude in a jungle range.

 

The Braduks left the uzg early in the morning. Each on their rhinos, Ghazkull led the pack with his two generalling orcs Durakai and Grommash behind him, with Raurna behind them. The rest of the orcs had their place in the caravan. Even the cubs came along. The journey took them into the early hours of the afternoon, and when they arrived it was the evening. They dismounted at the borders of the forest. Raurna made some grunting and clicking noises, informing the rhino troop to stay put. Each Braduk drew arms and went into the trees, expecting to fight.

 

Now midnight, the Braduks heard snoring further away. As they pushed themselves through the thick dense tree branches, the form of a old boney cripply black orc, missing half his skull and all of his pelvis lay on a hammock fast asleep. They each crowded around him, and as he woke up, Ghazkull said "Ug dere Karhz'y" The Braduks layed waste to his old body.

 

Malakai had Kahrzen by the throat, ready to plunge his sword into the old orcs chest. "Leeb 'im. Fayt wil tayke da traitah nohw." Kahrzen looked angry. As the Braduks began to leave, with Ghazkull at the back of the pack, a voice called his name. "GHAZ!" It said. Ghazkull turned to see a battered Karhzen standing there, struggling to stand up. "Aint lat gonnah finizh mi?" Ghazkull chuckled as the rest of the Braduks stopped, responding "Da animolz wil hab lat finizhed in ah kuppol ob tikz dumskah." Just as Ghazkull turned to walk away again, Karhzen said "Bud, latz bruddah. Latz skah'n bruddah. Whut wud heh fink?" Ghazkull lost it. He power walked over to him, with the Braduks keeping their distance. "Latz blah bowt mi skah'n bruddah?! LATZ BLAH ABOWT MI SKAH'N..." Ghazkull headbutted Karhzen to the ground. He sat onto his chest, and began throwing devestating punches down to his face. Each time crunches and blood splattered the area. As Ghazkull demolished Kahrzens face, he yelled "MI BRUDDAH WUZ AH MORTUL BRADUK, BUT HIZ FAZE WOZ ALL RED AGH TOAR, ID MAYDE MI FEEL ZIK, LAT HIT HIM WHID AH BRIK, AGH DA BLUD TALUN WUZ NUB LARF'N NUB KLOMP'N NUB MOAR!" The Braduks stood in silence. Ghazkull had gone ape before. But this was different. Eventually Raurna and Thurak had to pull him off of Karhzen. They left. 

 

By this time now, the Braduks had become the largest orc clan. Outnumbering the others, the Lurs took note of this. The Ugluks backed off and it seemed the war was done.

 

Now in Anthos, the Braduks made up most of the uzg. But, obviously that couldnt stand. The Lurs and Ugluks slaughtered half of the clan. Even then however the Braduks still matched if not surpassed the others in numbers. The spirit of the blood talon Mokrag was awoken, and he began to haunt the uzg.

  

The Ugluks on a rapid incline and the Braduks rising through society, things were looking up. The Braduks began doing hit and run attacks on the Ugluks leaving none alive. Eventually, Pok left. He fled the uzg in once again what looked like fear. Nux joined the Gorkils and the Ugluks were deemed a dead clan.

 

Faded from memory

 

Ghazkull had become the second Braduk Wargoth. His cousin Gargant had rejoined the Braduks and served as Ghazkull’s second in command. The Braduk’s vast numbers had dropped, leaving only few members. After a hearing that humans had assassinated Ghazkulls lifemate, Raurna, he ordered the “extinction” of the race. Whilst it was impossible they were going to kill as many humans as possible. And they did. Over two thousand humans were killed or enslaved, much to the distaste of Ghazkulls eldest, Thurak. The orc who lead the operation was Gargant, and it earned him the nickname “Da zhara huntah”.

 

The clan seemed to get a good foothold in society once more, but then another blow. And the Braduk fort Tinok, Ghazkull was sitting on his throne in the clan house, when two runts came to him.

 

“Ghazkull, we just heard Gargant praying to Gorfjol.” One of the runs said.

 

“Your f*cking kidding me.” Ghazkull replied. The runts looked serious. “Bring him to me.” And so, Gargant was brought before Ghazkull. Without a word spoken, simply just a nod to the runts, one of them stabbed Gargant in the back three times whilst the other chained him. “You have betrayed me.” Ghazkull said, slitting Gargants throat.

 

A year passed, and the guilt of killing his cousin slowly krept up on Ghazkull. And then, it got too much for him. He left the clan, without a word.

 

The clan was dumfounded, their members few and their resources scarce. They did not know what to do. Thurak stepped up to be chieftain and did. He led with honour, abolishing slavery in the clan. But, as he fell under mysterious circumstances, Ghazkulls other son Gor became chieftain. As Gor became branded as the worst Braduk chieftain of all time, the clan dispersed. Some going their separate ways. Most, joining the Yar clan.

 

 

Modern history and downfall

 

 

 

The rhino rides

 

Ghazkull had found a feroc, named Karia. The two had been living in a forest for some years before they had two cubs. Maero, and Ghaz. Both huge cubs, like their father. They grew in size and strength quickly. Ghazkull told them stories about the Braduk days of old, and whilst Ghaz thought nothing of it, Maero was slowly being moulded. By the age of nineteen, Ghazkull had died of his old age. One night, Maero had a dream. Kahn, the great rhino god of the Braduk clan came to him, and told him that he was destined for great things. Yet he could not be held back. Maero interpreted it as the weak must be culled. His mother, Karia was old and frail. So during the night he slit her throat.

 

Receiving word that the people were moving, Maero and Ghaz did aswell. They arrived at The Fringe, and quickly joined orcish society. It was then however that Maero met Thurak. They became friends, but soon realized they were blood brothers. Maero started the Braduk clan again, having Ghaz as his right hand. He wanted Thurak though, knowing his experience and wisdom would be in great amounts. Thurak was reluctant but eventually rejoined his clan and brought his family with them, serving as Maero’s high elder. Maero became the third Braduk Wargoth, and the clan was reborn.

 

Bringing the clan to a higher status and a decent member count, Maero sought to kill the Rex and usurp his power, becoming Rex himself. Believing he was a god, Maero plotted the assassination, but was soon murdered by his own son Mokro. Mokro believed that Maero was too power hungry, and that the Braduks had not earned the power a Rex clan would have. Soon however, the clan had plummeted. Only Mokro and Thurak remained. In turn Mokro patched the Braduks over to the Yar clan. 

 

Yet one day, sat alone in the desert, thinking. So few people he cared about were living. The Braduk clan had crumbled and his always knew it would. But for a moment, it had given him false hope. Destined to be the greatest Braduk chieftain that ever lived, the Great Rhino! What was he now, but a common grunt. Atleast he served a clan that was Braduk descended. But his family was dead. His bloodline was dead. His clan was dead. Everybody he held dear was dead. He stood up, to his hulking height of 10ft, a result of being descended from the Olog, Kudo. Mokro grabbed his battle axe, the last remnants of the Braduk clan, Terguzm ad Kenuk, and mounted his rhino Tyranaz and rode from the desert. He needed something to kill. 

 

He rode out towards human lands, following the western path. He went off the path and into the wilderness, searching for any unlucky pinkskins. He found one. A large man, standing at 6'7, he was bald but with a thick beard and was in the Orenian militarian uniform. Colin Hapthoran. 

 

"Oi skah'ha. Diz iz latz unluckeh dey." Colin turned around, his cold face in an angry snarl.

 

"Not now orc. I got business I need to do. Name another time and I will gladly fawk ye up, but not now." The comment made Mokro laugh, and he dismounted Tyranaz and slapped it, causing the rhino to charge away. 

 

"Lat blahz big tahlk. Latz bigga den mozt Orenian skahz." Mokro continued to laugh, clutching the handle of his battle axe. Colin stood his ground, unintimidated. 

 

"If another jumbled word comes out of yer **** mouth I will feed ye yer tusks." Mokro grunted, growing angry.

 

"Ah woz hopen lat wud blah zum skah liek dat. Nuw ah ged tu drink latz blud agh pizz un latzk korpze." Mokro drew his axe, and lept for Colin, swinging it at him. Colin drew his great sword and parried the shot. It took two hands, but Colin matched Mokros force. Mokro grabbed Colin by the scruff of his uniform and tossed him backwards. Colin, tending to be bigger than his opponents had never been man-handled like that before. Before he could regain his barings, Mokro had already set upon him, kicking him in the midsection. Colin gagged, and Mokro brought his axe down. Colin just dodged it. Colin sliced his greatsword into Mokro's unprotected left leg, lodging it in the orcs flesh before ripping it out, giving Colin some breathing room. The Adunian regained his stance and stared down Mokro, and the two engaged in a long battle of blows, each resulting in parries, untill Mokro used the hilt of his axe and smashed it into Colins face, causing Colin to fall down the slight hill they were on. Mokro jumped down, dropping his axe and unsheathing his curved knife. Grabbing Colins throat, he went to stab him in the eye, yet Colin grabbed Mokros arm and used all his force to stop the attempt. Kicking Mokro in the groin, Colin took the knife from Mokro and stabbed the orc in the neck. Mokro roared with pain, and sent a devestating punch at Colins jaw, knocking a few teeth loose. Both layed on the ground, hurt. 

 

As they began to get up, they noticed their weapons were just a little bit away. Colin sprung up and grabbed his greatsword, and as Mokro leaned in to get his axe, Colin hacked his arm off from the eblow down. Groaning and roaring in pain, Mokro clasped his arm, and stumbled back into a small cave. Wiping blood from his mouth, Colin sheathed his greatsword and picked up the huge orcs axe. He needed two hands to wield it. Colin followed Mokro into the cave, and and saw Mokro panting in the far edge of it. He charged Mokro, and swung his axe into the orcs shoulder. He lodged into Mokro's shoulder blade, and Mokro fell backwards. Colin didnt notice the cliff edge that led into a cave system after a huge drop untill Mokro had actually fell down it. 

 

 

 

When Mokro awoke, he was writhing in pain. His legs were broken from the fall, he gripped his stump where his arm should be, covered in cuts and bruises.  He then gripped the sharp rock that had stabbed through his back and came out his stomach, and then, with a grunt, he pulled out his axe from his shoulder. He knew his time was up. When life faded from him, he wouldn't go to Krug he thought, he'd go to where the Braduks go. The Great Rhinos domain. And he'd join the likes of Braduk, Kudo, Mokrag, Ghazkull, and his even his father Maero, and join the Great Rhinos clan and hunt down his enemies in the sky. His vision began to blur, and he could feel his purple eyes slowly dim. He could hear what almost sounded like, the most purest rhino roar, ever so faintly. Mokro's head slowly bowed. A raven flew into the cave and landed on Mokro's lifeless body. It looked into Mokro's glassy purple eyes, and flew off.

 

The Braduk clan had ended

"Ad reagezt ei'd febro ad kewa."

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok takes a read from the spirit-world, nodding quietly to himself. Although there were misunderstandings in their past he still considered the Braduks brothers. 

[hjgklmn0ajuvxc 688]

As Gor became branded as the worst Braduk chieftain of all time,

 

 

gor frowns -.-

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak ponders his and his clan's history alone in his blarg; his memories sharp of the hot deserts and raging battles, but lacking information in some places and having forgotten masses of it over his century of hard life with the Orcs and two years in captive service with the Great Wyrm, Setherien. It was a good story to remember, nonetheless, though he mourned his losses silently and how far the clan had plunged due to his absence.
He also agrees that, indeed, his virgin brother Gor WAS the worst chieftain Braduk had ever seen.

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Many Orcs of clans such as the Gorkils, Yars, and Lurs sit around a great bonfire in the Warcamp. The fire dances and jumps lively as they tell tales of warriors past. Grothmar of the Gorkil clan eats the roasted leg of some large bird, and listens to the history of the Braduks.

"Da Bradukz be a hozh klan," he whispers to his friend, Malrug'Yar, "agh it lookz az if dey are making a return!"

(Great read, cool to see the origins of some of these clans and how they're intertwined!)

[Burkester 1247]

High Shaman Rusk'Dom makes his way to his clan hall, hearing the talk of the Braduks making their return. 

"Iv da Bradukz kum bak den wi bettah zet a klan meuting wid dem,"

 

((Really well written one of the few things that I have actually enjoyed reading on the server recently))

[Catarrh 720]

    Malog reminisces fondly by a bonfire,  "Mi rimembur mi deyz az a Braduk. Wuz a zmawl klan bak den, bud wuz a hozh azh. Da Yarz wull alwehz kawl da Bradukz der ally'z. Mey latz klan gruw agh inkreeze, Maero!" He looks over at the Braduk Wargoth, and raises his pipe respectfully.

[the 1 bow 1112]

~Edited to have the clans ending~

[Raptorious 1899]

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