Let It Bleed

[Goldrim 1422]

 

Under the hot desert sun a distraught Orc can be seen in the War Nation, dragging his feet through the sands as he comes to a halt at the forge, Goktar is seen mindlessly  hammering away at the countless pieces of scrap, forging them together to create pauldrons, legplates and the like.

 

“Ug, bruddah.” says Urolem, Goktar slowly halts his production as he remains still in place, his back facing Urolem as he responds after a brief moment of silence.

 

“Wub bothers lat, me can hear in lats’ voice.”

 

“Da’ spirits be whisperin’, ‘dey be hauntin’ my dreams.”

 

“‘Dat so..”

 

“Blood ‘dey whisper.. ‘deir lust for it nub be sated..”

 

“Have us not given ‘em enough, Urolem?”

 

“Us have to leave, now, me will explain on ‘da way.”

 

Without questioning his actions Goktar quickly follows Urolem deep into the desert, the sun beaming down upon their ashen skin as they place each foot before the other, slowly becoming fatigued by the journey.

 

“Me cub Rusk be Rex no more, agh wid’ his leave somethin’ precious left us.”

 

“Go on..”

 

“Punishment.”

 

Urolem says before they enter a place of serenity, a large cave looms over them as it howls with each passing moment, huge blasts of air rushing through it’s very being. The two wipe the beads of sweat from their foreheads, they treck through the cavern which is littered with skulls, finally they settle on a quiet place deep within the dark cavern, Urolem lays out various Shamanistic relics and totems before him, positioning them in a ritualistic manner.

 

He takes a small mortar and pestle as he begins to grind and mix together some ingredients, making them into a turquoise like substance. Urolem then slowly and carefully to draws some mysterious symbols on the oak totem, he mutters and chants in the name of Krug as he begs and pleads for the spirits to answer his call.

 

 

The totem then suddenly lights up, illuminating the dank cave as the two gaze down in awe, they both close their eyes and inhale sharply as multiple humanoid sounds encircle them, they yell and shout in a extremely hostile tone as one distinctive voice speaks a single sentence.

 

“Bound by blood, ash shall suffer for da stupidity of another.”

 

 

Urolem balls his left hand into a fist as he turns his palm to face the ceiling, with a stern expression on his face he nods at Goktar, his look had spoken a thousand words. He takes a piece of leather from his boot and places it inbetween his teeth, biting down on it with all his might.

 

Goktar rises to both feet as he whips out his zult, he reluctantly brings it down on Urolem’s wrist as it doesn’t cut through entirely, in the heat of the moment Urolem spits out the piece of leather as he attempts to rip off his hand which is still attached to some sinew.

 

He brings his nearly severed hand to his mouth and begins chewing through, yanking at the thumb as it finally seperates from his body, while heaving he holds his injured arm above the totem, the crimson blood staining the oak.

 

 

Urolem rapidly turns pale as all the air escapes his lungs, his sclera turns pitch black as he desperately gasps for air, Goktar rushes to his aid and provides the support for him not to tumble over, Urolem would then mutter the following words before fainting from exhaustion.

“Rusk.. why..”

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Kraaho hears of this, ears drooping faintly as he mutters "Reyzt in peppuruni."

[Rig 17580]

Zok cries

[JVQ 1719]

An unaware Dwarf does something unrelated entirely

((I see Kahzo, naw your arm of like vorstag didnt!

[Lita 677]

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