Hope For The Uzg...

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

 

 

 

 

 

Hope...

 

 

​            The reminiscence of Iblee's scar on the Orcs comes across the faces of many. Some devoured by fear linger by the edge of the fighting arena within San'Vitar. Many Orcs say their prayers, which busy shamans heal the scarred land. Many to a dozen question their fate, and the fate of their kin. A busy uproar remains as the busied warriors, shamans, keshig, yazgars all complain, question, fear. Though Zhol sits in his small hut, the noise not shifting his focus. He pieces together old talismans he found in ancient ruins scattered across the jungle and plateau, all baring the ancient Orcish tongue.

            He studies carefully before finally interrupted by the dominant roar of the Rex emitting from the arena. His puffed eyes, filled with lost sleep dart out his window as he exits the working hut. He realizes the large eye of Iblees in the sky.Making his way past the thousand of gathered Orcs, he listens to the Rex carefully, pushing to front line of the gathered Orcs. He stands in a solemn silence as the Rex prompts his brothers to not fear or question safety. Murmurs are sent across the gathered crowd, deep, deep voices are heard. Zhol trembles slightly, his lack of sleep causing him to twitch uncontrollably. He rubs his eyes carefully as he searches for the High Shaman. He has many questions to ask the elderly Orc, though Brunhyldir is no where to be seen.

 

           Zhol's eyes dart around, his head bobbing as he traces back and forth through the crowd, wondering where the Shaman is. He thinks of why he'd be so held up, he walks over to Brunhyldir's large tent, opening the flaps as he scans the empty tent. He wonders, thinking hard on the topic. He folds his fat lips across his tusks as the thinks harder, harder. He thinks back to when he last saw the High Shaman. Though his thoughts are clouded by sleep...

           He remembers slightly, the ancient rumors of when Orcs told the young Lur that Brunhyldir was an old ascended... Yes, now he remembers... Now he remembers the questions he was going to ask the High Shaman... 

 

 

Will you be ready to combat the Undead?

 

 

            That question still remains for the rumored Ascended. After the defeat of Zogrocka, will he be strong enough to protect the Orcs and assist in the defeat of the Undead? 

 

 

 

And with the arrival of the Orc's ancient opponent, none still know about the darkness which shrouds in the spirit realm, plaguing the spirits of their home. Will this be the imminent fate of the War Nation? 

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Revilgaz wonders why there have been no Orcs sighted fighting Iblees twenty-four seven.. He frowns as he lobs off the head of a few edgy elves on the roads.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak stirs by the open fireplace, eyes drifting open as they glare cautiously at the area around him. He had meditated straight through this attack from the Undead, it would seem; being too preoccupied with the Spirits and their silent quarrels than the strife brewing around him. Rising to his feet, staff aiding him as he does so, Thurak lets out a low, troubled grumble. Things were worse there than he had thought, and the situation only seemed to become more concerning with the lack of interaction he was getting from the Spirits. They were quiet, he noticed- something that in Thurak's experience was strange. He knew there was trouble with the undead- that was undeniable, these days, but it was not his duty to combat them. With the Dark Spirits joining, he must maintain balance within the Realms beyond and those around him- for should he fail their race would have a war on two fronts, and that, he knew, they could not win.

[Raptorious 1899]

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