A Soul Settled

[marimbamonk 1501]

To live is a blessing, as is to fight for something grander than yourself. To die out of your own will, with your heart settled, at last... To be released to live among the souls above, is the best blessing one could receive.

 

 
     Zhol'Lur, a hunter and no more as others used to see. He met Zogrocka when they turned the adult age of ten. The learning hunter, bloodline of fist, was a very strong kub, so was Zogrocka. The two knew each other for years, the two Orcs being brothers for many years. The Lur stayed a hunter, and a privileged Orc among the Uzg. Zogrocka, how ever, was a clanless Orc, his father could not fight well, his mother was weak and dishonorable. Though Zogrocka grew up to be a very honorable Orc, joining a clan himself after years and years of klomping. He later become a shaman and worgoth, whilst Zhol, remained a hunter. 
            The two Orcs, once very close brothers, grew apart, surprising. Years passed, Zogrocka becoming High Shaman, the most honorable of shamans. He took to his honor, before later being overthrown by Malog'Yar. The purple Orc led a solemn life afterwards, his Orcish traits disappearing as the Shaman took to the more darker forms of his art. Once Zhol heard of this, he refused to fight his long lost brother. The very day he passed his soul onto the ancestral plane, he made a promise, a pact to Zogrocka's spirit, which the hunter will now uphold for the remaining time, until death does its part.
 
            The Lur hunter walks up to the altar where Zogrocka is placed. A solemn tear wanders down the Orc's fat cheek, his eyes laying atop his brother's expired body. He whispers in his ear, "Zogrocka, mi wyll flatz da zpyridtz whu deztruied lat." Zhol then turns, giving a lengthy speech to the brothers attending the ritual to release the Orc's spirit into its belonged realm. The High Shaman, Brunhyldir, lights the body on fire, smoke ascending into the sky as Zogrocka's soul takes its place in the ancestral realm. Zhol turns back to Zogrocka, resting his forehead on the burning corpse, whispering once again, "Mi prumize diz." The then closes the Orc's eyes with his index and middle finger, taking his place in the front of the crowd to watch the once honorable shaman burn peacefully.

 

[Raptorious 1899]

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