To Raise A Rex

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

A cool, salty breeze falls against the dunes from the ocean. Swirls of sand dance across the embankments, and through the soft whistling of the wind against one's ears, in the distance further inland, thick thwacks of wood against wood echo across the lands of the Iron Uzg.

 

The peaceful oasis of the Yar clan is disturbed by the noise, accompanied with roars and grunts from a kub. As well as the stern feedback from a leathery skinned wood elf, shrouded in a red cloak and a dark green sarong.

 

"You're closing in your stance again, Vrogrash. You're not going to reach my head if you're a few inches higher - yet."

 

The wood elf raises his staff up to block the kub's quick, but predictable and clumsily telegraphed swings. He releases a low sigh before finally swinging back against Vrogash's staff, surging forward after and taking the kub by surprise with a firm push against his block, knocking him on his rear.

 

Afterwards he says with an impatient monotone manner, "You're closing in your stance again, Vrogrash." He then firmly strikes the inner soles of both the kub's feet with the staff, "Shoulder. Length."

 

Vrogrash grunts with a clenched mouth as his feet are struck, leering at the wood elf with a growl as he moves to stand again.

 

Phaedrus simply returns Vrogrash's leer with an impassive stare, his staff settled within the sand.

 

 

He taps his temple lightly with a single finger, "Don't just focus on your swings, don't just focus on your enemy's swings. How you move your body, how you anticipate your enemy, how you think and how you react are vital.

 

Do not get caught watching a man raise his weapon to cut you down, do not marvel at the display. Nor should you become obsessed with your own relentless onslaught, Vrogrash. Bloodshed fuels the madness within a man, and especially within an Uruk.

 

The only thoughts that should flash through your mind are messages to your body, and your body should react immediately, to keep you alive. Swing! Parry! Back-step! Balance! Push! Stab!" punctuating each word with a snap.

 

Phaedrus raises his staff up from the sand, clapping the top portion into his free hand as he inhales deeply before releasing a sigh, resuming his lecture after. "When I push, you push back harder. But not only with your arms, not only with your back. When you fight, you must use your entire body. Every fiber of your being must be assigned to the task of killing the man, or woman, in front of you. Your legs, your stomach, your feet. All components to the weapon that is, Vrogash'Gorkil, just as a pommel or tang are to a sword, a zult."

 

Finally, Phaedrus falls silent, shifting his feet across the sand. As he assumes his fighting stance, he grunts towards the kub, "Come now, I want to see how many beatings that tiny skull of yours can take before it forgets my lessons - again." 

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Nazark'Raguk hears of the kubs training and openly volunteers to help in any way he can.

[Travista 1361]

Shreck'Lak is busy missing!

[Arteh 1837]

Vrogash'Gorkil, Cub of Vrogak'Gorkil. A young, fierce Orc, with an uncanny resemblance to his father, the now deceased, Rex Vrogak'Gorkil. 

 

Vrogash Gorkil rests near a roaring fire in the Capital of Laz-Dur as he grips the Bane Of Vrogak, the legendary weapon of his father. Resting it on his lap he examines it in detail, touching the Jewel of Krug. He feels the energy being released from the Axe and envisions the many foes his father, Vrogak'Gorkil, had slaughtered with the axe.

 

Targoth Phaedrus'Yar, a most trusted friend of his father, was raising him. Preparing him to become a great warrior like his father. A wise, and fierce Orc. The adolescent youth of Vrogash encouraged him and fuelled his determination to achieve greatness beyond measure. 

 

His training was tough, but worth it as it made him strong. Strength and wisdom is what he needed to protect his Iron Uzg. A nation carved out of the ideology of his Father. 

[PhluXx 25]

The Gorkil Wargoth, Grimarush'Gorkil, would watch from the side as the kub trains. Observing what he learns putting his strengths and weaknesses to memory, so he may better hone them in the time he spends raising the child. Soon Grimarush and Vrogash would return to the Gorkil fort, where he will be raised amongst his clan, taught there ways and bettered amongst their warriors.

[the 1 bow 1112]

The Wargoth Kahn'Braduk watches the cub train. He grows quickly. 

 

"Diz, wil beh our leadah"

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Kharag'Gorkil smiles at his future Rex

"Diz cub wil beh ah hosh leadah, agh ah hosh klomper."

[KoTo 610]

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