Clan Kog

[marimbamonk 1501]

Clan History

 

The story of Kog begins with a council of clan shamans long ago, during the ancient times.

This council deliberated over the condition of the land, the ancestors, and the people of the orcish tribes, and consoled to a High Shaman who interpreted the word of the spirits themselves.

As we start our story, however, a storm approaches. Infamous among the orcs as the Dark Season ("Burz'Staun", in their native tongue), the storm approaching led to a wretched crop yield, pestilence and disease among the livestock, and cursed weather. Every shaman communed with their peers in the council, but the High Shaman simply told them to hold tight, and pray to the spirits.

 

 

One of these shamans thought otherwise. Khalag, the shaman of the Jak clan, had to return to his people with the grave news that their luck wasn't going to change.

The orcs around him muttered and mumbled curses under their breath, stabbing the butts of their spears into the ground. As a hunting clan, the Jak clan could not afford to have their livestock get sick or their animal hides wear from the sandstorms. They lived on the edge of the desert, as well, and they were several elven-days-journey from the other clans.

Khalag was determined, however, to speak with the spirits, and to protect his people from the Dark Season.

 

Yet, in the morning, when the orcs went to check on his progress, he was gone. His ritual fire was still lit, the green smoke pluming up out of the tiny hole in the ceiling of his hut. It was as if he had suddenly just picked up and gone.

No one was sure of what to do. Their clan shaman was gone, and with him, their connection with the spirits. Surely, they wouldn't survive this Season.

It was then, though, that one of the youngest cubs revealed himself to be an unusual savior.

 

Kog'Jak, son of Jaruun the Blacksmith, waltzed over to the fire, intrigued by the green smoke. When he inhaled it, the orcs around him were startled at what they saw.

Before the cub, a vision of an elder wolf with a bloody snout appeared, sniffing the air curiously. After a moment, it snorted, giving a howling cackle.

 

 

The spirit said to Kog, "Lat. Lat am hozh, unlyke da zhomo befoah lat. Unleh uh cubbie... Bud me ken peep da bluud uf da land on lat alreadeh."

The orcs around the hut started whispering to each other, astonished that the spirit was speaking to their youngest. Kog seemed just as astonished, in fact, as he stared at the wolf with his eyes open wide enough to stretch his eyelids into the back of his head.

The wolf continued, "In azh week, lat weyl go to da mountains, an find uh giant, hairy beast. Flat da ting, and bring da meat back to lat's people; dis meat will save yah clan frum da Burz'Staun, an feed ya lats foah generashuns to kom."

And with that, the spirit dissipated, disheveling into nothing but an emerald mist.

 

And it was so, that the young cub set off the following week with a set of spears on his back, a bow and arrows, and a fist of determination. The Season was approaching, and the spirits found him to be the savior of his people? He didn't even know what to think of it; but he kept going, driving his will until he reached the mountains.

When he got there, the orc saw nothing. No giant, hairy beast like the spirit described. Just cold, stony rock, and a small plateau with some old bones.

Kog sighed. Looking down, the orc pulled out an old wooden pipe and lit some cactus green in it. He took a few good smokes, rubbing his eyes as his feet started to get fuzzy.

When he looked up, the only thing he could see were two massive white spears flying straight toward him.

The orc dove to the side, and as he hit the ground, the earth shook. Kog slapped himself in the face, wondering if he had smoked too much. As his vision started to clear, he saw it.

 

 

A gargantuan beast, built in muscle and covered in a thick hide of brown fur. Two massive tusks jutted from it's mouth, tusks that made an orcs tusks look like baby teeth. Lastly, a long, scarred snout that looked as if it could crush multiple orcs at once like a snake.

Kog narrowed his eyes, grabbing for a spear -- and as he did so, the mammoth turned to him, giving a bellowing trumpet from it's snout and charging again at the orc.

The orc threw his spear... Yet his aim was so off that he only heard a sad little "clink" as it hit a rock jutting out of the hill in the distance.

"Skah."

 

The mammoth gave him no time to evade, and with a single blow, it impaled him on the far side of his stomach. Kog cried out, rising into the air as the mammoth raised it's head. Pawing at the ivory tusk jutting from his stomach, the orc looked up. The beast panted, staring at him.

Kog then slowly raised a hand to his back, and with one swift movement, he threw a spear which landed right between the eyes of the beast.

The mountains echoed with the horn of the beast as it thrashed in pain, and the last thing Kog remembered was watching clear, ethereal liquid seep from the wound.

 

~

 

"Narflo, lat. Awayk," a voice called. Kog shook his head, struggling to open his eyes.

As he looked around, he realized he was in a cave. It was damp and humid, and he could hear running water.

In front of him laid the same mammoth, now with a spearhead-shaped scar on it's snout.

The orc sat up, feeling a sharp pain in his stomach. Yet, when he looked there, there was only a scar.

Confused, the orc began to speak. "W-wud happened?"

"Lat almuzt flatted -- but lat almuzt flatted me, too. Lat hozh huntah," the mammoth replied, blinking its giant eyes at the green creature.

The orc looked around for his weapons and knapsack, but he couldn't find them. He struggled to his feet, grunting, "Ib me dun't flat lat, den me peepul weyl flat..." Kog coughed, stumbling around in the shadows of the cave as he looked for his things.

The mammoth gave a snort. "Zho... Da Ujak sentcha? Da Wuulf?"

Kog reappeared in the light, a large, jagged rock in his hands. He was already sweating profusely, his energy sapped from his earlier encounter with the mammoth. He slowly clombered over to the side of the beast, yet it still sat on the ground.

As he raised the rock over his head, he fell back, dropping it and kneeling on the ground in exhaustion.

Seeing that the orcs ordeal was done, the mammoth spoke again. “Da szpirut dat lat peep’d muzta been Votar. He da szpirut uf da Hunt… Probuhlee zent lat heah foah my meat, eh?”

The cub wiped his forehead, sighing. “Yub.”

The beast shifted its weight, nodding slightly. It spoke again, saying, “Me meat can norrish lats clan, yub… Bud et weyl nut save lat frum da Burz’Staun… Et weyl nut. Da storm dat approwches cannut be scared awai bai well-fed uruks.”

A brisk wind shifted through the cave, and a splash of water echoed somewhere in the distance. Kog stared off in that direction, until he turned back to the mammoth, listening.

“Me ken offah lat uh bahhgen,” it said, standing up and taking thunderous steps towards the mouth of the cave. Kog’s eyes followed it, and he noticed that as the mammoth shown in the dark light of the night, it looked almost… transparent.

Looking out at the mountains, the mammoth continued. “Me an’ me mammoths ken go to lats tribelands, and carry sum uf da urukz away frum da Burz’Staun. Sayv sum uf ya clan frum da stohm.”

Kog nodded, walking slowly over to the spirit. “An’ wut lat wunt in retaahn?”

The mammoth turned around, its burly, ethereal fur glistening in the moonlight. “Da urukz we sayv muzt nevah hunt agein.”

 

~

 

Several days later, the Jak clan was already preparing to mourn the loss of their youngest cub, Kog. Because he was gone for weeks, they assumed he was dead -- and as the dead of night approached, Jaruun began lighting the ceremonial braziers. There was still no sign of Khalag, the Shaman, so an Elder was going to precede over the ritual.

As the orcs gathered around the ritual platform, Jaruun made his way to it, climbing on top of it alongside the Elder. All of the braziers were lit, and each of the orcs were placing small packets of smoking herbs in them. Soon, a dark green aura of smoke surrounded the camp, and each of the orcs settled into a low high.

“Votar, szpirut uf da Hunt -- we zummon lat to blah wid our saycred cub-huntah,” the Elder said. The orcs around him repeated his words. Then, as everyone finished, Jaruun pulled out a large sack of smoking herbs, throwing them into the final brazier on the ritual platform.

A cataclysm of fire and smoke erupted from the brazier, and as it settled, a figure began to appear. A distorted snarl cut through the chatter, and the bloodied wolf cried out. “Urukz… Me cannub peep ‘im… But lats cubbie did nut azend to da Stargush’Stroh.”

The orcs let out gasps, narrowing their eyes. “Wud happ’nd to Kog?”

The wolf licked its chops, looking straight into the distance. The orcs followed his gaze, squinting.

The earth began to rumble underneath their feet, the sound of thunder striking the ground getting closer and closer.

“Da stohhm! Da stohhm approchez!” One of the orcs cried out, his face frantic.

Votar quickly spoke, shaking its head with a snarl. “Nub… Diz iz nut da Burz’Staun…” The spirit wolf snarled, its upper lip quaking.

Over the horizon, the orcs saw the figures of several giant beasts, massive in size, and a tiny, tiny figure riding on top of the biggest one.

 

Suddenly, the green smoke enveloping the camp got more intense, and Votar snarled as he stepped down from the platform. Soon, other wolves began to appear from the emerald mist, smaller yet just as crazed as the spirit of the Hunt himself.

 

 

Some of the orcs saw the beasts coming and ran inside their tents to get spears, while others stayed their ground.

 

And then, in one massive movement, the sides converged.

 

Votar and the wolves sprinted across the dunes of the desert, pallowing towards the mammoths. Some of the orcs (including the Wargoth) followed right behind, spears and arrows in hand.

The mammoths continued their charge, but the biggest one whispered to the figure atop it.

“Kog, Votar komz foah uz!”

Kog clenched the fur of the spirit beast, furrowing his brow. “Me gruk dey wuud… But me gruk too dat dare ah sum urukz who am wortheh to ryde.” The cub gripped harder onto the spirit as the pack of mammoths picked up pace and prepared to collide with the wolves.

“Let me go, Kog. Jump ontah unadda uf me mammoths, and dey will charge lat pazt and into da camp.”

Kog nodded, letting go of the spirit as another mammoth neared closer, allowing the cub to latch onto it. It seemed that just as Kog found his way atop this new spirit, however, that the battle began.

 

Otherworldly snarls, grunts, and hisses erupted from the confrontation, and some determined orcs even found themselves within the fray. The biggest Spirit Mammoth (the one who had spoken to Kog) was at the center, dodging attacks and charging straight for Votar. Kog, however, had managed to slip through the battle before it started, evading spears and a few stray wolves as his mammoth womped right into the camp.

Some orcs in the camp already had spears at hand, their arms back and ready to fire. Kog’s mammoth neighed, rising up on two legs and shaking its tusks back and forth. “Wayt, lats! Wayt, wayt!” The cub waved his arms furiously back and forth as the mammoth returned to a strong stance.

From the crowd of orcs, a single one stepped forward squinting at Kog from the ground. “Me zun…? Kog?!” Jaruun lowered his spear, and at that, so did many of the orcs that remained in the camp.

“Yub, me popo. We am nub heah to flat latz! We ah heah to sayv lats!” Kog gestured back to the bloody battle taking place behind him. “D’urukz dat ah dare am nub komin’ wid uz… But ib lats wuntah survive da Burz’Staun, den ryde wid me!”

Jaruun immediately, nodded, grabbing a hold of the mammoths fur and making his way on top of it. Most of the other orcs followed, and when a second mammoth arrived at the camp, all of the orcs who had chosen to stay their hand were aboard.

 

As Kog and the orcs passed by the scene of the battle, he could see the wolf Votar atop the Spirit Mammoth. The mammoth struggled to shake the wolf off, and what seemed like dozens of spears were impaled into its side. The other mammoths in the fight looked no better.

Kog held a solemn face, gripping the fur of the beast harder, and the survivors pressed on into the dark of the desert night.

 

~

 

After many days of travel through the hot desert sun, Kog and the remaining orcs finally reached another clan. One can only imagine their surprise in seeing about a dozen orcs riding two massive mammoth beasts.

They were taken in, for the time being -- food and water, a place to stay, and shelter. As Kog was resting, his father and the surviving Elders of the old Jak clan approached him.

“Cub Kog… Da Eldahs hab blah’d with da Shaman at dis camp. Dey tink da szpirut dat sayv lat… Save all of uz, wuz Freygoth. Da szpirut uf da Wild,” Jaruun said.

Kog nodded his head. “Hozh. Am da mammoths steyl around?”

The Elders nodded. One said, “Dey seem to inzist un stai’n, unleh cuz uf lat. Gut us t’tinkin’... Wid da Waahgoth uf da Jak clan wiped oud, and a few of uz heah, we owe it to lat foah lat to staaht lat’s uwn clan.”

The cub’s eyes went wide. “Me? Staaht me own clan? Me am unleh uh cub!”

“Bud da szpiruts chose lat, Kog. Da Eldahs weyl be heah to guide lat, too.”

 

It was from that moment that the clan of Kog was born. As the orc aged, the Elders aided him, until finally all of the Elders passed themselves. By this time, Kog was a fully grown, strong orc, and a wise leader of his people.

 

Clan Mount - The War Mammoth

 

 

The boon of the Immortal Spirit Freygoth, the war mammoths are the clan mount of the Kog clan, serving as a quick, towering method of transportation. Obviously, they can also be used for war and battles.

They stand at anywhere between 9 and 11 feet tall, weighing 6.6 tons.

Back in ancient times, the mammoths were armed with a large set of armor and equipment made of iron and bamboo, but the equipment scroll describing how to make this has since been lost.

 

Sadly, since the extinction of the Kog clan in ancient times, the mammoths have all either disappeared or died away, along with the presence of Freygoth.

 

Honors

 

[To be added after a clan event.]

 

Punishments

 

[To be added after a clan event.]

 

Chants

 

[To be added after a clan event.]

 

The Code of Kog

[To be added after a clan event.]

[Eddywilson2 2117]

((This sounds very interesting. How do you RP something that big? A horse or something?))

[Faunherer 44]

((This sounds very interesting. How do you RP something that big? A horse or something?))

((You don't because they are gone now :( ))

[marimbamonk 1501]

((The mammoths will come back, just once we have the clan Kog event. That'll happen after the event team is re-done))

[gombieminecraft 17]

Should we do a activity count aswell? to see wich people of the clan are active?

[Raptorious 1899]

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