Another Departure

[Travista 1361]

 

Wargoth Shreck'Lak stormed out of the Rex's palace, stricken with grief from the death of his brother and anger from what he viewed as a multitude of bad decisions his comrades had just made, not once had a council of Wargoths worked for his strong, proud race. 

 

Strutting out of the city with a dark cloud over his mind he only stopped to speak briefly about his clan's future, his children's future with Grimarush'Gorkil, Vrogak's clear successor as Gorkil's Wargoth before finding his way to his scaddernak, Mugzlak. 

 

With only a sack of his most beloved items, a meager ration and Mugzlak at his back he initiated his trek, away from the Iron Uzg, away from everything.  

 

 

 

((Already lacked the motivation to get on LotC, now with Arteh gone due to IRL issues that's the final nail in the coffin. Might play an ork again one day, regardless, it was a good run. Gug'ye bruddas...))

 

(Still going to be around LOTC for now though, still have yet to get a life :p)

[Pinochet 356]

(( :( )) 

[Jonificus 2741]

Wun never asked for this, feeling awfully sad.

[Mj. 697]

Drogg cries, clan Lak pretty much destroyed...

[Ragadorus 113]

trav bb

[Morinehtar 50]

((Oh your going to return, on a flaming horse to vailor, and conquer everything ^_^))

[Gebruht 39]

Lakquan stands in silence, watching his father ride away, into the distance. Tears sting Lakquan's eyes and he doesn't even bother wiping them away. A bubbling anger fills him, in addition to the piercing sadness left by his father's departure. He vows then and there, that someday, he'll make his father proud. "Gug'ye, popo..."

 

((Popo y u leave me. My best friend on server. I cri. Im actually close to cri irl. Lakquan will reform Lak someday, and become Swampgoth, and Lak will be stronk. Gug'ye Popo."

[the 1 bow 1112]

Warchief Kahn'Braduk watches from afar, grunting. Another orc had left the War Nation. His small entourage consisting of his second in command, his third in command, his Bloodriders and his goblin servant flanked him. Ghaz, who held the title of Warmachine (second in command) stepped foward.

 

"Wot lat make ob diz bozz?" The Warchief let out another grunt.

 

"Dark tikz are komin."

[KoTo 610]

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