Rivals

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

            

 

            The desert is cool, the night seeping in. The moonlight glancing across the surface of the water. A dark figure slowly makes his way across the sand, his feet dragging clumsily as he approaches a large tree. The starlight is bright at this time of night, and it outlines the tree's figure. The dark figure is Zogrocka, the Orc has been astray from his camp for a while, his children, mate, and clan members all wondering his whereabouts. The dark shaman hears scuffling feet behind him, he turns an eye as he sees a goblin. A thin goblin is seen, a metal jaw easily shining as the stars do in this night sky.

 

            "Brunhyldir..." Says the dark shaman as he turns his body towards the small goblin "You are far from your homeland, why wander out here?"

            "To confront you, Zogrocka," says the eager goblin. His golden eyes shining bright as he straightens up, his figure small, yet his spirit big.

             Zogrocka laughs at the goblin. Perhaps it was foolish to fight such an opponent far out in the desert, or perhaps the spirits were with the smaller one. The ancient shaman, Brunhyldir, shuts his eyes, taking a sturdy pose as he begins to murmur something to himself, Zogrocka sees just his lips move, the shaman evidently still.

​             The dark shaman stands straight, yet loose. His eyes remain open as he chants slowly in the ancient blah. The sand around the two Orcs begins to shift, rumbling occurring under them. Both stay calm and steady, as if nothing is happening. All of the sudden, two pillars, sharp at the tip, spurt out of the ground and colliding with each other. The two shamans watch each other eagerly. Zogrocka holds out both of his hands, curling them into fists. He thrusts his arms backwards wildly, the pillar breaking loose from the gound.

             Brunhyldir walks to the side, sand stirring about, the sand shifting as a flurry of small grains of rock pelt the dark shaman. The large pillar falls with a loud 'THUMP' as it comes into contact with the sand below it. Zogrocka falls flat on his back, his eyes closed shut. The high shaman approaches the pillar, hovering an open palm above it. The large pillar slowly elevates, making its way before the small goblin.

             Zogrocka gets up furiously, his eyesight now available. He holds his hand out towards the pillar. Though at the same time it comes towards the dark shaman. Resistance is felt between the two challengers, though the pillar begins spinning in place like a hand on a clock. It begins to pick up speed, the two spirits viciously clawing for power over the pillar. Though, the pillar slowly nears Zogrocka.

            The high shaman closes in on Zogrocka, forcing the pillar closer and closer... The pillar comes towards the dark shaman faster and faster every moment. It finally backs the dark shaman against the large tree, no where to go. The dark shaman looks to the sky for a moment, no emotion is seen in his eyes, the only thing that is seen is the reflection of the night sky. The soulless Orc turns back to the High Shaman, the pillar slowing as it steadies on its target. Nothing is seen, nor heard, the pillar flying like a dart through the silent night breeze. The dark shaman hunches slightly, the tip of the pillar piercing his chest as he pushes him back against the tree. A weak grunt is heard as the purple Orc looks down to his chest, he turns back to the Goblin, giving a scowl as he slumps over.

            The limp corpse of a dark shaman hangs before the High Shaman. Applaud isn't heard, nothing from the spirits, no war drums... Peace... Peace now falls over the Uzgs, all its inhabits not knowing, but the High Shaman does.      

[Dmajikes 46]

(( YAY I DONT HAVE TO CANCEL PLANS FOR A WARCLAIM

[Raptorious 1899]

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