Ancient Visions

[marimbamonk 1501]

Ancient Visions

 

 

Crashing catacylsms of smoring armor and melting steel enveloped the tribelands of the Azog clan, their mighty armaments of war glowing in the dark shine of the night. A dark chuckle echoed from their Shamans, as among them were the Dom, a group famed for their spiritual power. War drums and chants erupted from the Azogs as they brandished themselves for the impending battle.

 

Waves of smooth tidal force washed over the other Orcish clans, their maces and swords escaping like flesh from their scabbards, thin and quick, sharp and precise. At their head, the new Rex, Reksam’Kog, and the iron fist of the Uzg. Their Shamans placed painted hands upon the most coveted totems, preparing their summoning rituals and calls for the clash to come.

 

These two forces prepared, shadow-smoke seeping from their smithies, ethereal lights shining above their camps, guttural shouts coming from their throats.

And from above, they watched. All fighting in the spirit realm had halted, all commotions had ceased. All spirits gazed down upon their champions, their blesséd race, and questioned what they saw.

Among them, the greatest ancestors of the Orcs. Gorkil, Dom, Azog, Ugluk, Braduk; all watched, and all shook their heads -- Azog especially. And to their side, the father of them all, Krug. They parted as he made his way down the mighty halls of the Stargush’Stroh, and peered down at the tribelands of his children.

“Na-koh,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.

 

The twin jabbernacks rustled in their nests as the Kog orcs awoke them. They stirred, hissing at first, then following the order of their masters and clombering into the goi.

“Mai Rex,” a Kog said, “da jabbahnax am reddie, agh Brunhyldah blah dat da Zhomos ah in playze.” The orc raised a fist, gesturing to show him the Shamans spread out strategically through the goi.

Reksam adopted a curt grin. “Bubhozh, me bruddah. Blah wif Zar’roc’Yar, peep if hiz lats am dun wid da speahz.”

“We am, Rex,” Zar’roc replied, raising a set of the freshly crafted weapons above his head. The other Yar urukz grunted in accord.

“Hozh, Yahr.” The Rex looked around at the orcs gathered, all prepared to fight those who had once been their fellow brothers. Reksam raised a hand, settling their speech as he prepared one of his own.

 

[!] Listen to Snoops speech (below) by clicking here [!]

 

“We nub gib dem mercy… We nub gib dem da sake uf rite, we zhow dem dare sake uf wrung. We zhow dem nub wud et meenz t’be uh twiggie, oah uh ztout, or ah skahin’ shara. We zhow dem wud et meenz to be an Azog! For da bluud uf Azog, for da bluud uf da Blackzkin!”

As Snoop’Azog finished his speech, the orcs of the Azog raised their fists into the air, giving a mighty cry -- a cry that could be heard all the way back to at the goi of the orcs. They charged, plowing out of their encampment and into the dense jungle of Athera, dashing straight for the uzg like a strike of dark lightning.

 

 

Grool’s ears twitched at the sound of shouts in the distance. “Rex! Rex! Day kom! Day kom!” He twisted his foot in the ground, planting himself deeper behind his totem of Witchdoctor charms.

Reksam snarled. “Zho be id… Dey chaahge, agh we protekt. In da naym uf Krug, mah bruddahz!” The clanking sound of giant rickety ladders pounded against the walls of San’Vitar. “We fyte foah every anceztah… Foah Lur, Yar, Ugluk… even foah d’old Azog. May we do hiz leguzee ryte! Klomp, urukhai! Klomp till d’flat!”

 

It was here that the scene of the battle set itself before them. Azogs of all shapes and sizes swarmed over the walls like ants, and crackles of lightning and brim fire erupted from the open fists of the Uzg Shamans as they shot at their enemies. Blood had already begun to spill as the first strike of a mace slammed into Gruol, impaling his side with jagged spikes and causing him to charge forward with the force of his horns.

Reksam pallowed down the sandy hill, heading straight for Snoop’Azog. He roared, raising his war-axe in the air as he jumped, preparing to swing it down on the Wargoths head.

Snoop raised his gauntlet in the air, deflecting the strike with the swipe of an arm. He snarled, baring his tusks at the new Rex as he cried in anger. “Lat am nub fit to leed d’Urukz!” The leader of the Azogs swung his axe at Reksam’s legs, but the Rex was too fast, backing up just in time and deflecting another attack from a nearby uruk.

Snoop snarled, and he looked back at Rusk’Dom with a slight smile. The Shaman nodded, and a crackle of green lightning slithered from his fingertips, striking the tip of Snoop’s axe and empowering it with an archaic glow. As orcs battled all around him, the Wargoth chuckled, slowly raising his weapon and feeling the power that coarsed through it.

 

 

The Rex narrowed his eyes, raising his own weapon to shield his eyes from the odd Shamanic light. Just as Snoop brought down his axe, however, a stream of frigid ice struck it, knocking it out of his hand. Snoop snarled, looking off to the side at the source of his disarmament.

Brunhyldir raised his hands, twirling them around as a tempest of water gathered between them. The High Shaman roared, bringing the elemental ball back behind him and forward again as he projected another stream of ice straight towards Snoop.

Yet, a crackle of green light intercepted it. Rusk’Dom chuckled as the power crackled from his fingertips. “Me nevah peep lat uze dis befoah… An’ lat call lat latzelf uh High Zhomo? Heh… Really? ” The streams of spiritual power surged between the two orcs, balanced in strength, giving way one way or another for a few seconds, but eventually returning to equalize.

The two Shamans became the focal point of the battle as they threw their raw being at each other, evoking the elements as they struggled to overpower the other.

 

From the Stargush’Stroh, a pair of eyes watched the clash. It gave a nod, and with a single word, it whispered, “Kaul.”

 

A massive explosion erupted from the center of the two streams, the lightning and the ice, and all orcs fighting in the battle were thrown in every direction as the blast pummeled them. It was a flash of light… And then it faded. The orcs found themselves paralyzed in their own will as a voice struck down from the Heavens like the Burz’Staun.

 

 

(Listen to my voice of Krug here. It skips around, though.)

 

“Mubaram gijakudob, hai. Diz fyte endz naow.” Dust settled and ashes fell as Azog and urukhai alike stared up at the sky, a storm, dark clouds, the buzz of otherworldly electricity.

“We hab zeen enuff uf owah gijak bi. Owah bluud fall. Diz strigz iz da will uf da Frum, naow.”

 

“Da urukz am nub ment t’be zplit… D’tok uf Krug muzt hold all uf urukhai. We weyl not peep d’mubaram zho shapit. D’end comz nut zho fazt.”

 

“Azoghai. Y'klomp lyke uruks, lyke real azh's too. Gruk da glory uf battul; but y’gijak z’ro. Lats bluud am clowded, agh da grub’kon sun uf Gorkil iz azhaymed.” The clouds bursted as a chuckle erupted from the Spirit Realm. “Yed he convinzed me nub t’juzt flat lats. Zho, me weyl tink aboud agzeptin’ lats az me hai agein. Bud lats weyl gruk da shame uf ya motsham’popo.”

Snoop’Azog stared at the skies, his eyes widening. The voice continued. “Da urdan uf da Stargush szpeeks. Lats muzt cut off ya dhamabz -- ya tuzks --, agh reejowin da urukhai.” A brilliant flash of light ignited the sky, causing it to appear as a shining white. “Or fayze da wrath uf ya motsham’popo yaahzelf.”

 

Snoop snarled at the sky, shouting at it. “Ib da urukz am gunna lib, den dey need d’Azogs… Bud we weyl nut follow da command uf diz skah,” he said, gesturing to Reksam. The Rex snorted, giving him a fake smile.

The sarcasm was easily cut out as a strike of lightning punched the ground. “Dat am nub da will uf da Frum. Da szpiruts weyl nub decide foah lats who latz Rex am, oah how lats run. Bud we weyl intahveene ib d’urukhai conteenyu to be devided.”

“Azoghai, mayk yoah dezhishun. Lats ken wurk out lats grudges agh skah latszelves… Bud ib lats aghm nut uf owah gijak -- owah bluud… Den lats weyl gruk wud et lyke foah bluud to boiyul!”

 

The ethereal lights in the sky began to fade, yet all orcs who were still alive and watching still had the feeling that it was there, looking over them. Battle had ceased, and the leaders of the orc groups stared at each other as they waited to see who would make the first move -- and what that move would be.

 

It was then that Brunhyldir woke up. He was in a cold sweat, and his breathing was rapid. He looked around, finding himself in his blarg.

“Id wuz juzt uh dreem…” He blinked, staring off into the distance. “Oah uh vizshun.”

[Galendar 631]

The Azog Clan continues on working, smoke rising from the dark jungles near the Uzg. Above the clashing of steel a loud and horrifying roar would pierce the noise, "Waaaaaagggggghhhhhhh! KRUG KANUB ZUPURD DAH AZH WHU DENYD AH HUNUR KLOMP FUR REYX AFTUR HI TUUK ID! WI HAZ ZACRIVIZED HUNDREZ UB MURTAHLZ FUR KRUG! HI KNUWZ

WI AM TRU UN HARD! FLAT REKSAM AGH RETURN DAH URUKZ TU BEYING AH PUWURFUL FURZE ASH MUR!"

[VonAulus 2082]

Grool readies his fire extinguisher to put out the forest fire that is to come from Azog disrespect of nature.

[gombieminecraft 17]

*Fagor would sharpen his cleaver with a raw stone he found near the forest*

 

Bruddaz wunt tu flat der uwn bruddaz. Tiz bi ztupid and skahin bitrail..

 

*continues breathing slowly trough his nostrills, sharpening his cleaver*

 

Da uruk-hai wil raize akain and fite may wi hab viktori ur mai wi bi flatten... Da zpiritz dezide

[Watyll 1104]

((This was a badass post.))

 

Rayd'Azog hears news of the vision.

 

"Mehbe da Azogs shuld nub klomp... Nub zure bout dis anymur."

[osumanduas 1442]

*Yagak slaps Rayd upside the head, then slinks his way back over to his fire pit.

 

"Wi nub neyd tuz hur dat skah-blah."

 

An icing chill would arc down his back, the body of Zogrocka and many other Azogs flashing through his mind.

 

"Dey zkah muz beh oblituratubed." he says, his voice filled with anger. "Wi nub stuyp, AZOG KLAN AINUBBUIN TU SKAH WIT."

[Raptorious 1899]

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