Horns Collide

[the 1 bow 1112]

What really happened.

 

“Yes Larty?” Mokrag asked, sitting up slightly straighter.

 

“Boss, I got bad news, real bad news.”

 

“Speak it.” Larty looked at Kita then back to Mokrag. Mokrag nodded, and Larty cleared his throat.

 

“Its Pok…they’re not coming.” The fortress fell silent. All the Braduks emerged, walking over to the fountain, listening. “The Ugluks have betrayed us, they’ve sold us out and are working with Sharku.” Silence. Mokrags notorious purple eyes shut, and the old chieftain entered deep thought. He suddenly sprung up from the fountain.

 

“All of you, out, now.”

 

Kahn let out a grunt, his clan had been working tirelessly the past few days packing up and readying themselves to leave the Athera. Grunting, the Warchief realised that he needed to use a tanning rack, and the clan one had already been packed up. He looked at his brother Ghaz, letting out another grunt.

 

"Road trip?" Kahn asked.

 

"Skah yeah."

 

The two wandered into Kodar'Goi, sauntering over to the crafting equipment. An orc, an old orc by the looks of it was at work using the tanning rack. A grumble came from the corner of Kahn's eye. Ghaz tapped his brother on the shoulder and pointed to the source of this noise...an Ugluk bull. Kahn's head snapped onto the orc, who was going about his business without a care.

 

"Whats your name orc." The Warchief asked. The orc finished his business with the tanning rack, looking up with an inviting smile.

 

"I am Ugkop brothers, and you are?" The orc said. The two Braduks exchanged glances grunting, ignoring Ugkops follow up question.

 

"I'm gonna ask you one time, Ugkop. Is that your bull?"

 

"Yes, thats Bucephaluz." There was a silence. The reality of situation dawned on the two rhino lords, whilst Ugkop remained oblivious to the situation, yet sensed the hostility.

 

"Why are you so skah'n jolly?" Ghaz asked, grabbing the handle of his axe. Ugkop looked at the two, his bull rising.

 

"You two gonna give me a reason not to be?" Ugkop grabbed his wooden training sword, the only weapon he had in his possession. 

 

"You're an Ugluk, arent you." Kahn said, seething with rage. His eyes turned a deep red, his muscles tensed. An eeriness filled the air, as if an invisible mist had drifted in. Ugkop nodded, and with that confirmation Kahn felt the rage. The burning fire of his ancestors, all the Braduks who had been betrayed by the Ugluks and unrightfully slaughtered during the war. And then he felt it. He felt the spirit of the Blood Talon himself, Mokrag'Braduk pulse through his vains. Kahn let out a roar, yet it had the thundering sounds of a beast, because for a split second, Kahn and Mokrag were one.

 

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The roar shook the foundations of Kodar'Goi, and with that Kahn charged foward at Ugkop. His bull however caught Kahn before he could reach the old orc, and sent the Warchief up against the wall. Ugkop and Ghaz engaged in a brawl. When Kahn returned to his feet, he made several advances on Ugkop yet his bull saved its master each time, eventually sending Kahn over the side of the fence at the crafting quarters. Ugkop and Ghaz exchanged swings with their weapons, Ugkop gaining the upper hand for but a moment, before the mighty Ghaz overpowered the old bull, sending him to the ground. 

 

Kahn lept back into the battle, swinging at Ugkop. Again, the Ugluk's bull denied him to draw close. The four creatures stood stalemated. 

 

"GHAZ!" Kahn shouted.

 

"WHAT?!"

 

"GET THE RHINOS."

 

Ghaz ran off from the Goi and back to the Doomfort. Kahn looked at the two Ugluk spawns with a rageful, spiteful hate. Braduk was watching him. The Warchief cro-hopped foward, swinging his axe for Ugkop's torso. But once more, his bull protected him. Yet this time, it was with a price. Kahn's axe lodged into the neck of the bull, causing it to skid across the ground, bleeding out. Ugkop looked at his fallen comrade, and bloodlust was once again in their air, this time claiming the Ugluk. Ugkop lunged for Kahn, swinging a punch at his jaw. The mighty Warchief side stepped, tripping the old bull to the ground. Ghaz returned, flanked by a herd of rhinos. Kahn nodded to Ghaz, who walked foward over to Ugkop.

 

"Face your death with dignity, Ugluk. The same could not be same for your ancestors." As Ghaz brought his axe up, Ugkop defied death, kicking the large orcs knees. He rolled to the side, ripping at his fallen bulls horn.

 

"Forgive me Bucephaluz." Ugkop said under his breath, ripping the horn off then throwing it at Ghaz's neck. It landed flushly and stabbed him through the neck. Kahn muttered something inaudible in the direction of the rhinos. The herd stampeeded through the workstation, knocking Ghaz to the ground and crushing the bull's corpse. Miraculously, Ugkop rolled off the plateau and onto the ground bellow. He began scurrying towards the arena. Ghaz pulled the horn from his throat. He was incapacitated, but he had suffered worse. Kahn, axe in hand walked over to the last Ugluk, who was now perched atop of one of the podiums that sat around the arena. Ugkop leapt from the wood, down onto Kahn and sent him onto his back, punching him in the face. Kahn took the hits with a grunt, before grabbing Ugkops wrist and neck, and began machine punching him. A moment later, Kahn gripped Ugkops neck, contorting it to snap.

 

The Ugkop fell to the ground with a thud. He was not dead. Kahn stomped the old bulls head in, confirming the kill. Ghaz walked over, clutching his throat. Kahn sighed, pulling an ancient golok from his belt. On the blade written in white paint read "Ugluk hair parter". He handed the machete to Ghaz, he swung it for the skull of the corpse. A golden aura surrounded the body, stopping the blade from touching the skin. The two Braduks grunted. His body would not be decimated, but the deed was done. 

 

"Nad ouy liwl n'kow haht ad ebt'd zi yaped." The Warchief said with a snarl.

 

In the vast sands of the Ancestral plain in the Spirit realm, hundreds upon hundreds of orcs gather. In the centre sits two legendary orcs, Mokrag and Braduk. The souls of their fallen brothers and sisters had been redeemed with the acts of their descendants. The gaze of each passed member of the Braduk clan slowly turns to a new orc who enters the spirit realm. Beside him stands an old orc and a feroc. Their stare holds, still filled with ancient rage. The trio moved along.

 

Mokrag finally felt at peace, his family avenged, the Ugluks exterminated. 

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