The Rhinos Light Burns Out

[the 1 bow 1112]

The bottom of a cave. A long, long drop from where he was to where he is now. It was dark. Mokro looked around but couldnt see anything. His axe was buried in his shoulder, he was missing half his left arm, both his legs were broken and he hand landed on a sharp rock that stabbed through his back and came out his stomach. 

 

A few hours earlier

 

Mokro sighed. He 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. 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkD7UAufdUw&list=PLA5C6AFDF5A49D373&index=27

 

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.

 

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So, whilest it was a difficult decision Ive killed Mokro off. I simply lost desire to play him, and with the Braduk clan gone, desire to play orcs. Ive played an orc as long as I have been on the server, and the orcish community is one of the best in the place. Goodluck to Drakehaze as Rex, thankyou to ilikefooddude for being an absolute champion, thankyou catarrh, and even though you guys dont play orcs, thankyou to yimmya, Phillylewis, and stubbsy for being legends in the old Braduk days.

 

Figured I'd give Mokro a good send off as hes the last orc I intend to play, and if anyone could PK him its definately Colin so I made a post just for the sh!ts and gigs. And Just for some real OOC, the only Braduks that would be living now is Thurak and his family if his family are still active, so once they go essientially the Braduks are gone completely. And once Thurak goes the Braduk Rhino species will pretty much go extinct as hes the last living orc that knows how to breed them.

 

Anyway, orcs, thanks for some sweet RP.

 

-Bow

[Rig 17580]

Zok Bradduk merely frowns upon hearing, he snarls, punching a wall, a sizable dent is seen now within it...

[[gg mate, I remember when you killed Aeveron, was nearly a equal fight. ;p ya' forgot one bradduk tho'.]] 

[Raptorious 1899]

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