A Horde Assembles

[Man of Respect 5471]

Creditos to Burk, minor grammar modifications by me

 

        With war coming in the near future, the Rex, Rusk'Dom leaves the comfort of his palace and mind to prepare a horde to fight against Iblees and her followers. For the last time before the battle he looks across the spiritual planes with fire burning in his heart. Rusk notices that there is silence amongst the spirits no conflict being had as per usual. He nods slowly to himself understanding that they, just as the descendants, have put past their differences to unite against one evil. Blinking once his vision returns to that of the mortal realm as he looks down from his throne to his Dom brothers. Lifting himself up he hits his chest and head butts his fellow Doms one at a time. When he reaches the front gate of his palace he looks out to the emptiness that the sand carries. Rusk armors himself with his enchanted plate, hoplon shield, and dory shield. The power of the spirits course through his being as the blessed weaponry touch his tough skin.
 

       Without speaking a word to his brothers who had gathered he strides out into the sand plane until he reaches the peak of the city. Looking down to his orcs he prays to the spirits for not only his soldiers but for all orcs, goblins, ologs, and trolls. Mitz walks up from behind Rusk and hands him the Rex's war horn before quickly returning to his position. Rusk nods to Mitz as he looks out to the city once more. Anger takes over the Rex as he lets out a roar and blows into the large war horn so that all those in the lands of Krugmar may hear. The Doms present then begin to ring the bells stationed at the right of the Rex. Soon more bells are heard coming from the lower part of the city, then again in the farm lands, and another from the trog.

       Raising his spear into the air the Rex yells "FER KRUG!" Running down the hills towards the entrance of the city. The Doms follow close after as they make their way to the front of the city and gathering place of the horde. Just as the Doms arrive others follow soon after; the Lurs come mounted on their wolves; #Lurules


       Then the Gorkils, mounted on their mighty scaddernacks, their steps echoes across the large savannah;


       The Tulks, mounted on their large bisons, the already gathered orcs can see far away, the agglomerated and organized rampaging bisons going foward to meet the orcs.


       As, with the time, all the orcs of other independent clans come. Armor is given out and preparations are made as the orcish horde finally takes form. Final prayers are passed onto the spirits while the shamans prepare their shamanism. Just as the Rex begins to call for the horde to move out and rally with their allies a large force is seen in the forest. Rusk holds his hand above his eyes attempting to block out the sun as he sees a large group of goblins, ologs, and trolls march towards the orcs.


       The Rex grins seeing the horde reach a capacity that he didn't believe possible. With the preparations complete and the horde present the orcs hit their drums as they begin to march towards old Kal'Agnar.

 

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"BRUDDAHZ!"

Eath, the fat Wargoth of the Lurs that has only one arm shouts, riding on his wolf, leading the Lurs towards Kal'Agnar, sticking with the main group.

 

"En diz dei, wi flat oh bi flattud!" - He'd say to his real blood brothers; The Lurs. "Diz nite, wi wil klomp dah nubded, whum hab ded nub'hozh teengz tu dah urukz en dah pazt! Liztun, bruddahz! Dah nubded ar nub azh kummun deer lat peepud, dei RAYZE aur fallem bruddahz agh duze zkahurz! Remembrah diz, bruddahz! Dah flattud ar meent tu ztei flattud, yed, latz ztil haz muzh tu klomp agh flat, zu, diz nite, wi ztei hozh agh wi flat dah flattud azhez! - The large orc roars out

 

"FOH KRUG AGH LUR!"

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