The Last Rhino Returns: A Call To Shamans

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An orc of gigantic proportions sat cross legged in a cave, the walls covered in pelts and on the ground, a small fire. Cross legged, the orc grunted lowly, deep in meditation. His birth name was Gargant Drednort Wrodakka Braduk fo'Kenuk, but these days he had been going by simply 'Orkamungus'. His eyes opened, his thoughts troubled. 

 

It was a few years prior that Orkamungus had left San'Vitar, in his old age he had began to feel like he had lost his place amongst his kin. When his name was still Gargant and he was of clan Braduk, Orkamungus had hoped that would be granted an honourable death in battle as he had always dreamed of, a death he was denied as the Braduk village of Kenuk fell to the Undead in the land of Aegis. Orkamungus had been residing in the mountains, making a make-shift home within a cave. He lived in solitude, meditating to have full control over his mind and emotions, and training to return to peak physical condition. He had achieved both, for the most part. His physique, even in his old age was larger and more impressive now then what it was during his days as the arena champion of Kenuk. Yet on this day, his thoughts troubled him. Spare a scattered few, his blood family was gone. His clan was gone. Maybe he truely should have died back at Aegis. Maybe he should have died during the countless wars he had served in. But Orkamungus had proven too difficult to kill. There had to be more to his life. He needed a purpose.

 

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Rising to his feet, Orkamungus slowly walked to the corner of the cave, picking up his ancient axe, strapping it it his belt. Throwing a pelt cape laced with crow feathers over his shoulders, the behemoth of an orc clutched an old oak staff, a decomposing heart mantled to its top, and a rotted face dangling from its side. Exhaling, Orkamungus stepped out of his cave, his home for the past several years. The crunch of snow pierced the air and continued to do so as the old orc marched to his rhino, Mammuff. He was as old as his master and as strong. Mounting the rhino, Orkamungus kicked it in the side and began to ride off. Muttering something in an all but forgotten tongue, Orkamungus took one last look at the cave as it disappeared behind him. 

 

Several days passed before Orkamungus arrived at the barren desert expanse leading up to San'Vitar. Tossing the cape over his shoulder, the orc and his rhino trotted forward to the gates of the orcish city. Many orcs exchanged glances as they saw him enter. An orc of that size was a rare sight, as well as the colour of his skin, it had darkened with age to an almost black green. His tusks had grown huge as well, making him appear even more outlandish. Halting before the hill leading up to the Rex tent, Orkamungus stabbed his staff into the sand, keeping mounted on his rhino. His purpose had become clear to him. He would become a shaman, and more in tune with the spirits. The giant orc called out;

 

"Bruddahz agh ziztahz, ah zeek ah Farzee'ah zhaman tu teech mi da weyz, arh dere eny amung latz?"

 

"Brothers and sisters, I seek a Farseer shaman to teach me the ways, are there any among you?" 

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Thurak's sharp gaze flicks up from the counter of his shop, darting with a faint hint of curiosity to the newcomer. A frown, cautious and unsure draws slowly across his features as he analyses the trudging monolith.
"Gargand."
He speaks strangely soft, though one may here a wavering tone of belated emotion crackle at the end of the name. The Shaman rises, the thump of his staff and padding of his feet leading him to the edge of the road where Orkamungus stands.
"Unkull. Ah beleeb wi hab zum kaddchin' ub tu doow."
Turning, Thurak once more ducks into his shop, a tone of expectancy hanging in the air for the old Brother of Braduk to ponder.

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  Malog sits casually on the ground at the base of the sacred plateau of San'vitar, carving an old bone. He looks up and squints a bit, hardly recognizing Gargant as he passes. He tucks the bone into his satchel, and smiles at the announcement, stating simply, "Welkum bak, bruddah."

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