Brugash'Gorkil of the Ash

[BigManTing 9]

A newly bound tome sits on the shelf of the orcish library in Gund'kothz titled "Brugash'Gorkil of the Ash I". It is written in blah.

Brugash’Gorkil. Born Brugash the Klanlezz to two War Uzg orcs. At a young age, Brugash’s parents were slain whilst away on a raiding party. The family kept to themselves mostly. They met quotas, did their military duties and farmed in an obscure part of the desert. When they didn’t return, Brugash was left to fend for himself.

Being so young, Brugash didn’t even know how to talk the blah fluently. Growing up without the warmth of his kin, a lot of the social skills that come with the unusual orcish culture were unknown to Brugash until his adult years. His childhood was spent maintaining the tiny farm his parents built, fishing in the river and exploring. He knew of the War Nation and that one day the time would come where he would feel ready to make the long journey and join the finest warriors of Vailor, but until then, he would spend his days stockpiling food for the winters and hunting the most dangerous beasts that prowled the dunes of the Uzg.

Brugash left his farmlands with nothing but a water gourd and an estimated amount of food sufficient to make it to the walls of Gund’kothz with his heart still beating. His tusks were starting to protrude from his mouth. He was eighteen years old. He was strong. He had potential.

The journey was harsh. His feet were cut and sore from walking, his back aching from the load of his inventory, his throat burned for hours every time he ran out of water. He was caught in sandstorms and blistering cold nights. He would extract the water from cacti that were few and far between in the dunes some days to keep going. The journey felt like ages. Despite all of this, somehow Brugash felt like the pain would be worthwhile.

He made it. He stood at the walls of Gund’kothz in a daze. There was a lighter smell in the air, a cool breeze from the river nearby. This Goi was at the border of the desert, where a river separated it from the main landmass. He had finally arrived at his new home. The moment he crossed the gates, there was a huge explosion. The volcano in the middle of the desert had erupted. The ash and smoke pluming from the summit covered the world in darkness. Maybe just a coincidence, but perhaps this is some sort of omen. It is not known.

A few days later, a whitewash orc had the nerve to enter the city, and was confronted by the locals. Brugash was present. It was at this time he was learning more and more about his culture and the importance of honour and loyalty. Wargoth Duruh’Gorkil gave the kill order. A battleaxe was chucked to Brugash and the group mauled the whitewash. First a stab to the chest by one, leg stabs by two… axe in the skull by Brugash. It was his first kill, and a brutal one at that. Blood painted the sand of The Hub. Brugash thought to impress his kin by mimicking what his father used to perform on his prey. He grabbed the traitor orc by the hair, rested it on his thigh, and ripped at its neck with the head of the axe. Brugash was showered in blood as he mutilated and defiled the corpse. He enjoyed it. He took the head and offered it to the Wargoth. He had made his decision “Wurgothz, mi wun ta juyn dah Gorkilz. Ihd wud bi mi hunur. Mi giv lat diz kyll.” She accepted. Later that night, Brugash swore by the spirits and his ancestors to live by their ways. It was marked by blood, the seal of the Gorkils branded on his chest: a torturous procedure. He was a newcomer, but already addicted to the idea of loyalty and honour, living as a true uruk in perfection. He chose the chest so that all would see his lifelong commitment to the clan. He felt fulfilled.

He lived the rest of the “Year of Darkness” as any orc would when in peacetime. Gathering resources for the Iron Uzg. Brugash’Gorkil of the Ash. His story is just beginning.

 

 

                                                                                

[James 425]

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