A Distressing Spirit

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   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0uNdauVeA4

   Throughout the Uzg, the shamans of the Orcish nation would find themselves overcome with strange and unsettling sensations, as if there's something angry in the air. An uneasiness would grip them, especially the most experienced practitioners. As they return to their homes for the night, each of them would have a very similar dream. It would start in an endless expanse of empty blackness. The only thing that breaks their sensory deprivation would be a sudden pounding that would resonate through their chests. It carries an inexplicably disturbing feeling with it. After some extended time like this, the sound of wind picks up, and on it's breeze soars an angry howl. As the angry howl gradually crescendos into a bellowing roar, the darkness scatters, as if fleeing the furious shout. The blackness eventually gives way to the deserts of the Iron Uzg, though their vision would be murky and clouded, as if by a fog. A hot, powerful wind would usher the dreamers deeper into the desert, leading them eventually to an object of some sort, jutting from the sand. As the shamans see this obscured and unidentifiable object, they would each awake from their sleep in a cold sweat.

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The Old Farseer splutters into waking sweat, the trinkets and oddities bound about his speckled wrists rattling with fervor. As he regains his shaken senses he curses, pushing off the sandy soil beneath him.
"Ramakhet giyd mi heer. Ahm lozd."
He taps softly against his tusks as he paces back towards the Uzg, his brow creased in a permanent look of concern. This one could do with some thought.

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