The Tournament Of Might!

[PhluXx 25]

The Tournament Of Might!

 

 

The sun of the Orcish desert hangs heigh in the sky. Harsh, punishing and unyielding, just as the Orcs which inhabit her lands. In the haze of the great desert heat stands an imposing mountain, spiking from the earth as if stabbing at the sky above. From the foot of it silhouettes begin to walk from distance into view.

 

Into a great desert clearing appears the large Gorkil Wargoth, Grimarush'Gorkil, with a Goblin hunched and dragging itself slowly behind him. The creature places crude measuring sticks seeming to mark out the sand clearing in which they now stand. Suddenly the Wargoth would stop and crouch down, grabbing a fistul of sand as he peers into it for a moment before dropping it back down and arising once more. He would then grunt and speak as if to himself.

 

"Dah erf duz turzt agh nibz blud..."

 

As he finishes saying this he would take his great battleaxe and raise it before pointing it to a spot in the ground ahead of him. A brief moment of pause occurs until suddenly a whistling is heard, from the mountain peak a large spear is thrown stabbing itself deeply and firmly into the earth mere feet away from him. The Gorkil Wargoth would grunt with a nod before he turns and leaves the spear marking the earth with the Gorkil flag tied to its end, the Blood Crescent waving in the harsh scortching heat.

 

The Goblin would follow hunched chasing close behind him. He would speak to it as his deep voice and their silhouettes disappear from view in the shimmering air of their lands once again.

 

"Gib dah kuul dah tickz fur klomp haz kum agh letz peep hu am bubhosh klomperz!"

 

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DATE: Friday the 17th of July 2015

TIME: 4PM EST (9PM GMT+0)

WHERE: The foot of Mount Gorkil at the spear flag.

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