A Braduk Never Forgets

[the 1 bow 1112]

The early hours of the morning in the desert meant that the air was beginning to already grow thicker, and the temperature, much hotter. Mokraghul, the Braduk city was still heavily under construction, but Wargoth Kahn'Braduk had ordered the efforts to be halted until further notice. The Monster Slayer sat lazily on his large throne, an immaculate piece of craftsmanship, ornate with the many symbols of the Braduk clan carved into the wood. Pelts, blue cloths as well as a ridiculous amount of skulls belonging to various creatures and peoples that Kahn had slayed filled the spaces around the throne. His bored at the floor was suddenly interrupted when his goblin servant Larty wun eye burst into the throne room, holding a large object under a cloth.

 

"Boss, latz axe be done." The aged goblin said, walking through the hall towards Kahn. As he arrived, he stopped, unveiling the new weapon. It was terrifying, in the best of ways.

 

 

Long enough to be able to comfortably wielded it with two hands, yet not too long so that it can not be swung by one arm, the axe has a red finish to signify the blood of Kahns enemies. The blade itself sharpens down into serated points, making any slash felt by the weapon deadly. On each end of the axe are spikes for puncturing armour. To cap it off, the skulls of two Ugluks that Kahn had murdered hung from the end of the weapon, per the Wargoth's request. Kahn looked over this brutal weapon, letting out a grunt.

 

"Gorechild, ah kall id. Unly fittin foh ah weapon dat'll strike fear intu any azh whu peepz id. Diz iz da luzk ahll uze to lead mah peepol, all mah peepol, tu glorehz long forgotten, agh nevoh zeen befoh. Az da prophezy blahz." The Titan said, standing up. The heartfelt moment about fear, death, murder and glory was also suddenly interrupted when Drax, Kahn's youngest brother came running into the throne room. 

 

"Bruddah! We got azh!" The wild orc shouted, charging up to the throne. Kahn turned his attention from his new toy to Drax. "We got the location of an Ugluk."

 

"Drakon?" Kahn responded, his eyes wide, aggression already washing over his face. Drax should his head. "Have da  Gorkils found Nux?" The Wargoth asked, again Drax shook his head. 

 

"Nub, Pok's gobo, Dakr." Kahn let out an annoyed snarl, followed by a sigh. 

 

"Wehll, heh aint whu ah want. But hell du foh now. Heh woz azh ob Pokz muzt truzted zervantz, agh wil die, da zame az da oddahz. Wid hiz deff, ah wil beh azh ztep klozer to eradikatin da lazt ob dat whole trechoruz klan." Kahn, clutching his new horrific weapon, Gorechild, marched through the halls of his palace, eyes set on the horizon. "Gatha da rhinoz."

 

The Braduk clan, mounted on their signature Rhinos, headed by their mighty chief Kahn, fanned out through the desert. The warriors had become hunters, following the trail. High up in the sky, a horned raven flew overhead, watching the Braduks.

 

They arrived at a small cave in the heart of the sands. It was dark, but this was where they had been led. Kahn entered first, Gorechild in hand, wandering through the cave. It reeked of urine. How fitting, Kahn thought. Thudding began on the far corner of the cave. It got gradually louder and louder, before a bull trampled through the narrow corridor of the cave, a goblin on its back. It just missed all of the orcs. 

 

"FOLLOW 'IM!" Kahn yelled out, as the Braduks regained their barings and went after the goblin. As they exited the cave, they found that the rhinos had encircled the lone bull, the goblin still on its back. It was indeed, Dakr. He wore a ragged, ancient looking loin cloth dyed black and gold. Kahn gave a nod to two of his orcs, who moved past the rhinos, and dragged Dakr off the bull, who tried to fight back but when the rhinos growled, quickly relented. With the goblin clear of the mounts, Kahn spoke, saying something inaudible. Subsequently, the rhinos ran forth, mauling the bull to its death. "Weh god wot weh kame foh, ledz goh home." 

 

Arriving back at Mokraghul, the clan gathered in Kahns palace. The Wargoth, sat back on his throne with Gorechild resting by his side, surveyed the goblin, who sat before him unchained and unrestrained. The rest of the Braduks stood behind them, all except one. 

 

"Lat wonze zerved da traitah dat woz Pok'Ugluk, agh da Ugluk klan, yub?" Kahn asked, tilting his head up. Dakr shivered, exhaling.

 

"Yub, agh dunt blah hem ah traitorh!" The goblins eyes met with Larty's. Larty had served under Mokrag whilst Dakr had served under Pok. The two were originally good friends before the Ugluks betrayed the Braduks. 

 

"Hrm. Mah natural inztinkt iz tu dekapitate lat, here agh now." Kahn proclaimed, the goblins eyes widening. "Bud, latz maztahz boy pet, Nux, ah have granted him da rite to releaze himzelf ob all tiez tu da Ugluk klan, agh wunze done, ah wil allow him tu live owt hiz dayz in da Gorkil klan undah da rule ob da mighty Grimarush. Nux skahed wid mah family much more den lat did, zoh ah will give lat ah zimmilah opportunity."

 

"Yub yub! Mi zorreh, Braduk, mi zorreh." Dakr blurted out. Kahn shook his head. 

 

"Nub. Ah give nub skah foh latz apologiez. Id iz nub, unbekomin ob mi, tu azzume lat grukz da whereaboutz ob Pokz grandchild, Drakon'Ugluk." The Wargoth said. By Dakr's response, it was obvious that Kahn was right. "Ahll take dat az a yub. Lat blahz where heh iz, agh ah will pardon lat foh latz krimez wid da Ugluk zkum." There was a silence. 

 

"Ah kant du datz." Dakr said. A bang echoed through the halls of the palace throne room. It came from a dark corridor, off to the side of the throne. 

 

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"Lat hear dat?" Kahn asked. Dakr slowly nodded. "Datz Ghazkoth'Braduk. Da Kha Huntah. Hehz ah big momoskah'ha, agh heh hatez Uglukz mure den ah du. Zo ahll azk lat agan, where iz Drakon?"

 

"Nu-...nub. Mi wont blah id." Another bang. Kahn let out a grunt.

 

"Lat gruk whu ah am, gobo?" Kahn asked.

 

"Yub, Wargoth Kahn ob da Bradukz, dey kall lat da Monzter Zlayer." Another bang. Kahn nodded. 

 

"If lat herd ob Kahn da Monzter Zlayer lat muzt ob herd ob Ghazkoth da Kha Huntah." This time, Dakr nodded. "Heh aint in ah good mood today. Even ah, wid all mah might agh skill, wouldnt skah wid ah pizzed of Ghazkoth. Zoh ahll azk lat azh more tik. Wherez skah'n Drakon." Dakr sighed.

 

"Mi will nub tell lat." Kahn leaned back in his throne, letting out a chuckle. Another bang. 

 

"Az lat wizhez." The Wargoth said. Another bang. The banging happened more quickly, thudding against the wall of the corridor before Ghazkoth'Braduk emerged from the shadows. A 10ft monster, his skin scarred and pockmarked, his face snarled. He wielded a blunt oak club, with blood caked around its sides. The Braduks cheered, and Kahn nodded to his younger brother. Ghazkoth sauntered over to Dakr, lining the club up next to his head. He looked at the colours of the goblins loin cloth.

 

 

"Ugluk zkum." Ghazkoth spat out. Without a moments hesitation, the Kha Hunter brought the club back, then foward into the side of the gobos skull. The Ugluk went down, hard. Ghazkoth struck him again, breaking his nose. Again, shattering his jaw in a single strike. Lastly, he struck, caving in the goblins skull. Raising the bloodied club, Ghazkoth let out a roar. Kahn rose, raising Gorechild.

 

"LED AWLLL GRUK, AH BRADUK NEVAH FORGETZ. WEH WIL NUB REZT UNTIL AWLL REMAININ LINE OB UGLUK IZ JUZT BLUD, WAZHIN OVAH UZ IN AH ZEA OB TERRIBLE VEGENZE"

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