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An Eagle in the Fennic Tribelands

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Gundz'koth, the desert of Krugmar, land of the Iron Uzg

 

Growing anticipation for conquest had the Orcs lusting for something to kill. In turn, they fought eachother. Absent malice however, merely to provide sport to pass the time before the judgement day of the Snow Elves was upon them. Larty Wun Eye, the Rex's Goblin servant entered Kahn's tent. The giant Orc sat on his throne, the fire across the room reflecting off his eyes to give him an almost other-wordly presence. 

 

"Rex, ah High Albai iz ad da gatez. Blahz heh god da kub on azh ob da Tundrakz." Rising from the throne, Kahn glanced at the many trophy skulls of the Ugluks he had slain, the memories of fabled battles floating to mind. Scum as they were, atleast they were formidable foes. Arriving at the gates of the great stone pillars of Gundz'koth, the Rex looked at the High Elven man, who carried a child on his shoulders. He was allowed in, and met with gratitude. Kahn permitted him to watch the ritual. 

 

Fires split the night sky, illuminating the blackish air of the desert. Skulls littered across the area, green smoke drifting from the eye holes. Goblins thumped sticks against drums laced with stones on their face, ensconcing all Orcs in a rhythmic trance. The Iron Uzg chanted in unison as they stood on, watching.

 

"GHASH! GHASH! NAGRAUFOM! NAGRAUFOM! GHASH! GHASH! NAGRAUFOM! NAGRAUFOM!"

 

His name, Ilius Tundrak, apparently son of Lucien. He sat on his knees on a ceremony platform, two thick wooden poles sticking out from the ground. One arm was chained to each.

 

Then the Rex appeared. All Orcs fell silent. He moved in front of Ilius, looking down at the frightened child.

 

"Where am I..?" He said in a daze, only partially conscious. The Rex roared down in his face, waking him up. Once Ilius realised where he was, he began to cower and squirm.

 

"I will speak your tongue so that in your final moments you may understand your fate." Kahn said with obvious strain. "I had a son once. Baine. He was bigger than you, stronger than you. Yet he died. He was killed dishonourably in a raid led by your self proclaimed 'Grand Prince'."

 

"B-but, you do the same to me?"

 

"There is no dishonour in this execution. An eye for an eye. Lungs for lungs. Baine will be avenged." The Rex said no more words, moving behind Ilius, who was already crying out. Laying a knife and an axe on the ground, the Rex flared his tusks.

 

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Taking hold of the blade, Kahn tore through Ilius' shirt, ripping it open to expose flesh on his back. He then pressed the point of the knife into Ilius' skin at the top of his back just bellow the neck, drawing blood. The child winced, letting out a loud cry before cursing madly. It had only begun. Dragging the knife down, the Rex cut all the way down to just above the buttocks. Stabbing his fingers into the wound, he pulled the flesh aside, exposing the muscles and tendons within. Ilius screamed in pain, cursing again. Dropping the knife to the wood and stone bellow with a mild thud, the Rex leant down, picking up the axe. It was crude, yet effective. Hacking away at the body, Kahn began carving his way through the inner tendons, slicing through in such a brutal manner that Ilius convulsed wildly as the veins and muscles were rendered to a gorey slush. The bones were now exposed. Spine and ribs, slathered in gore sat awkwardly in the huge cavity on the Snow Elf's back. Without a moment's hesitation, Kahn wrapped his fingers around a rib at the end closest to the spine, snapping them away yet leaving them attached to the sternum on the opposite side. The pain increased each time, sending shock waves of horror through the young lad's body. Finally, the lungs could be seen. Digging his large hands into the wound, the Rex clasped Ilius' lungs, gripping them tightly and then in one swift motion, violently ripping them free from the body and subsequently goring them on the ribs, giving the appearance of the folded wings of an eagle. Dieing slowy, Ilius could no longer cry out in pain. He soon suffocated, with the Rex crouched in front of him watching as the life fled his eyes.

 

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Rising, covered in blood, the Rex ordered the body be un chained. 

 

"Take em tu da Znow Elf ziteh. Pin em up. Zhow dem wot happenz wen lat skahz wid mah family."

 

The tribelands of Fenn

 

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Fear the Green Tide

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Lukra'Braduk feels her bloodrage rising at the sight of the Snow Elf's grisly demise, the blood blood forming eldritch patterns in the carved platform. She shouts gleefully to Kahn from the sidelines.

"Nuw tu du da zaym tu Andy Tundrak!"

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"This something new to y'all?!" Old man Daren laughs from his dome.

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"I thought orcs were honorable... And yet he feared to even let the child face him combat? I thought the orcs admired the strong, but this rex's son was killled by an elf. The orcs need to make decisions",Alirya mused

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"I thought orcs were honorable... And yet he feared to even let the child face him combat? I thought the orcs admired the strong, but this rex's son was killled by an elf. The orcs need to make decisions",Alirya mused

*Somewhere far off, a snicker is heard followed by faint laughter as news of the Rex's son getting wrecked by an elf spreads.*

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((You do propaganda as much as supremacy did in the Fringe. It's toxic.

((RP posts are not toxic. Comments like these are toxic.))

An orcish rider hollers and cheers as the Snow Elves are treated to sanguine justice.

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Hauxir's face cracks a devious smirk as his eyes rest upon the child pinned up  "I am one to... hate the death of children... but due to this child and his fathers idiotic ways, I felt a slight more open hearted to to this one. Any more favors needed by the uruks, you may make your way to fine me..."

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Thesseus gives a wicked grin as he recalls the recent  battle. "The Rex is a talker, nothing more. Tis amusing how quickly a blade can revitalize one's sense of reality, eh?

 

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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