[All Orcish Shamans Read] Blood Spatter

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[super gory!]    

 

 

 

     Zogrocka stabs the Orc through the thigh. Agoz, the Orc, falls to his knees, howling in pain as Zogrocka draws back his spear. The Orc's blood trickles down his leg, looking up to his supposed brother, Zogrocka, though his vision is cut short as Zogrocka kicks his head, knocking him out cold. The Shaman, Zogrocka, drags Agoz' body into the tavern and down into the basement, bounding him to chains.

     The Orc wakes up, his head pounding. He's curious about is whereabouts, not noticing the shackles cuffed around his wrists. The Orc frantically shouts, "Hello?!" Though no voice echoes back. He sits there for minutes in a deaf silence, until he hears a loud shriek, that of a woman's echoing back to reply to the Orc. He feels a dangerous fear come across him, he rings his shackles crying out for help, though this time he hears pounding footsteps. He curls up slightly, hearing an Orc talking to another man, a Human. 

     Agoz feels like hiding now, though he is chained in plain sight, he hears doors opening, the footsteps grow louder and heavier until they are right before the door that seals him from his petrifying death. Zogrocka walks through the door frame, a warm smile across his face, blood spattered across his white tusks and purple skin "Hello there," says the dark shaman simply, unsheathing a blood-stained Orcish scimitar.

     The Orc feels a rage roil deep within his veins "*****! DISHONORABLE! TRAITOR TO THE SPIRITS!" He shouts as he lashes his chains. The dark shaman simply laughs, his Human accomplice, Sicarious, walks though the door rubbing his hands together, taking a seat at the back of room.

     Zogrocka has a grave yet light look across his face. His brows furrow in deep contemplation. He looks at the Orc's wound, an odd stimulated feeling coming across the dark shaman, he feels happy to have done that to his innocent brother. He feels butterflies deep within his stomach, a very deep laugh emitting from his bulky maw. "You do not know the spirits like I do," says the dark shaman, pointing to his brain, giving off another deep chuckle.

     Agoz grows angry "YOU SHOULD HAVE FOUGHT ME LIKE AN HONORABLE ORC! YOU CHEATED ME!" He shouts, kicking his feet at Zogrocka.  

     Zogrocka laughs, slapping the ground with the palm of his hand "You sound so funny when chained up," he says, standing up straight "Now we're going to play a game, a game I played with my mother when I was a child."

     The Orc roars at Zogrocka "You have betrayed your mother! And father!" He frantically shouts.

     Zogrocka smiles before shaking his head slowly "They're spirits now, and spirits are not in the mortal plane, so they can't do anything about... What I'm about to do to you," he says before gripping his scimitar tight, thrusting it into the Orc's gut. Agoz shouts in pain, blood slowly trickling out of his mouth. Zogrocka leaves the blade in his gut for a few moments as he observes the picture, almost frozen in time, it was art, and he was the artist. He grasps the hilt of the blade, taking it out of the Orc's gut

     "*****," says the Orc, blood spattering across Zogrocka's blank face. The dark shaman thrusts his scimitar into the Orc once again, blood spattering across the walls and across Zogrocka's body, the blood begins pouring across the ground, slowly pooling.

     "Now," says Zogrocka as he gives his accomplice his scimitar "Can you hear me, can you see me?" He asks, chuckling loudly after at his own joke which his accomplice didn't even laugh at... "The game... Ah yes, the game!" Says the Orc, remembering his sick, yet casual game mothers use to tuck their children into bed with "Which little piggy won't be making it to the market today?" Zogrocka kneels beside Agoz' foot, beginning to count his toes, his lips silently reading, "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7..." He stops as he smiles and chuckles "THIS LITTLE PIGGY!" He shouts with a mad laugh afterwards.

     The Orc with some of his remaining strength takes his foot back and kicks Zogrocka's face. The dark shaman looks the other direction for a few long moments, holding his cheek as he quickly feels his heart beat getting stronger, his hands feeling as if they want to crush the Orc's skull. He turns back to the Orc. A mad dog, Zogrocka is, mentally unstable now, he grabs the Orc's four toes as he bends them back to the bridge of his foot. The Orc howls in pain as Zogrocka forcefully breaks his toes.

     Zogrocka mutters in a furious voice "You won't be the little piggy that makes it to the market," he says before biting all four toes and ripping them clean out of their sockets, blood spattering across Zogrocka's dark purple face. The dark shaman chews on the toes for a few moments before spitting them in the face of the dying Orc. He grasps the heel of his foot, rotating his injured foot 180 degrees, twisting it backwards and breaking it. The dark shaman laughs as he does so, his eyes wide in enjoyment. 

     The dark shaman digs his teeth into Agoz' Achilles, tearing the tender flesh from bone as he jerks his head back. The Orc spits blood upon Zogrocka's face a she watches him devour his flesh. The dark shaman spits out the tough part, rubbing the blood across his face and down his neck. He looks to the Orc, all his blood pooled onto the stone cold floor. Zogrocka lunges at his face as he begins separating flesh from bone, continuously eating the Orc.

     The spirits now know widely of Zogrocka's torturous actions against the Orcs and the spirits. They pity watching the Orc die to such a dark and spiritless Shaman. Shamans across the Uzgs will soon come to realize the line of Dark Shamans isn't so close to being destroyed.   

 

 

TL;DR

 

     Zogrocka betrayed an innocent brother, killing him in a sick, cannibalistic way. He furthers his path as a Dark Shaman, though he is very noticeable to Shamans now. Acts to the traitors of Krug are anything but kind!

 

[osumanduas 1442]

Yagak stops in his tracks, the wind blowing sand in his face as he trudges through the desert.

 

"Mi feyl dyzturbunz.." He states randomly.

 

Yagak would shake his head a couple of times and push further through the sands with his kin. He would latter attribute this odd feeling to the pound of green he had smoked prior to the storm.

[brotherpig123 38]

Grug wonders where Agoz has gone, unable to find him anywhere near the Drunken Wizard Tavern.

 

"Meh, hi bi ukee."

[Ilikefooddude 430]

A tremor ran through Thurak's mind as he spelunked through the still-dark realms of the Spirit World, with most else being hidden and unseen to him in his infancy. Dark and foreboding in nature, the Shaman did nothing more than guess at its meaning, but as almost always it seemed that there was trouble brewing between the plains, and the world seemed to grow that slight bit bleaker for the novice Farseer. 

 

((Finally, Dark Shaman roleplay! Nice post, Kraal.))

[Catarrh 720]

   In the orc camp, Malog stirs a pot filled with some strange brew, chanting in the cryptic tongue of the Old Blah in a harsh, guttural manner, "Zkathazch! Bal! Bal! Bolvag Hrizgzha!"  Soon, the brew begins to bubble very violently as he would've expected, but then turns a deep black and becomes sticky. He raises a brow at the color and stickiness, "Dat nub peep lyke fyur hex..." He tastes it, and recoils in shock and some amount of inexplicable anger for a moment. With a shaky hand hand he collects a bowl-full of the substance, "Zumtin am wrung. Da zpirutz am nub happey.... Zumtin dark trubulz da zpirut relm." He sneers, and heads to his hut to meditate on the strange occurrence. 

[Raptorious 1899]

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