Faunherer 44 Share Posted September 27, 2014 Faunher'Gorkil, a rather young uruk, being in his 20s, was straining in the sun. His eyes were set upon his target. His tusks were bared. The sand was compacting firmly under his heavy feet. Every inch of his body was still. Despite his body being bare of armor and his hands being free from the burden of a weapon, he was prepared to strike. Across the sands of the klomp pit was Faunher's opponent, Wargoth Grool'Gorkil Azog. Slightly larger than Faunher, and many decades his elder, he stood ready to charge. The air was dry, and the sun beat down especially hard. Save for the wind gently disturbing the savvana's brittle grass, there was silence. Few spectators looked on. "Diz klomp be fur da tytul ov Wargoth ov da klan Gorkil" a spectator announced "He whu be viktureuz en diz klomp wib be da Wargoth." Grool smirked, making a fearsome display of his tusks. Faunher made a silent promise to Enrohk, the Spirit of war and bloodlust. "GAHK!" The spectator cried out, his voice penetrating the dense silence of the savvana. "DUB!" "ASH!" "KLOMP!" Both the uruks charged at eachother, covering the space between them remarkably fast. The two collided, throwing a cloud of dust in the air. Arms locked, each pushing, they were displaying their strength. Neither budged though, and to break the stalemate they disengaged. When they charged once more, it was with a flurry of fists. The two uruks fought in this manner for four hours, with neither getting a clear advantage. Soon, a large portion of the sand had been kicked up into the air, suspended by the stale savanna climate. None of those looking on could see. They could only listen to the sounds of the brawl: the fists connecting with the body, the grunts of the exhausted orcs. For another four hours they brawled in the torrent of sand they had created. The spectators were becoming weary, exhausted under the relentless sun. As they were deciding to leave, the silence of the savanna returned to them. The brawl had finished, and the dust began to settle. Through the falling cloud of sand, the two uruks could be seen. Each was bruised and battered, their thick skins dyed a deep purple in spots. On his knees was the former Wargoth, Grool'Gorkil Azog, and standing above him was his successor. The new Wargoth, Faunher'Gorkil, spoke quietly to himself, "Latz nub fayled mi, Enrohk, agh mi wib nub fayl latz." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrakeHaze. 2524 Share Posted September 27, 2014 Grogmar smirks 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Faunherer 44 Author Share Posted September 27, 2014 Wonders who Grogmar is, and why he doesn't have tusks. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Areon 947 Share Posted September 27, 2014 Noehra, far away, cringes at the lack of knowledge on Grogmar who was Rex before Malog, and da besteztezes evah Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HappyShackles 886 Share Posted September 30, 2014 Reksam solemnly nods at the news of the new Wargoth. "Wi am yung Urukz,, tiyum tu zhuw da uld azh'z wub wi gawt." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
osumanduas 1442 Share Posted October 5, 2014 Grumbles at the fall of the Gorkils to an Orc not of eldest blood and guts. "Ull latz whuytwush." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raptorious 1899 Share Posted October 15, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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