New Blood, Old Ways

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

 

"I nominade Grothmar." the gruff voice of Duruh'Gorkil, Wargoth of the Gorkil clan sounded. The congregation of red and green orcs went silent.

 

"Grothmar?" a few of the Gorkils around the table chimed in, confused by Duruh's decision. The circle of warriors gave each other quizzical expressions, peering from the Wargoth to the scarred member of their clan - Grothmar.

 

"Mi?" Grothmar even asked himself, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped in surprise. "Mi am nub even an Eldur, mi kan nub du diz."

 

"Yub, lat. Grothmar... Mi hab thoughd aboud diz, dere will be an exzeption made." said the Wargoth, folding her thick, defined arms and resting them on the stone table where the Gorkils gathered. Another silence stagnated the conversation.

 

"Mi will be in da runnin for Wargoth, tuu." The silence was broken by none other than Glumpuz'Gorkil, a brutish red orc with a missing eye and a missing leg replaced with a wooden peg. He was an honorable uruk, and his announcement drew a positive reaction from the other Gorkils.

 

"Yub, Glumpuz am a bubhozh uruk." sounded the voice of Gruk'ku, another red orc and an honored warrior of the clan.

 

"Den da dub ob lat will klomp for id. A klomp ob honor." announced Duruh. Grothmar and Glumpuz looked to each other, hesitantly rising to their feet. Their mouths dried as they grew nervous, but showing weakness would deem them unfit for any respect in the clan. And so it was that they puffed their chests and made their way to a flat desert plain to fight. The clan gathered round, shouting and hollering. A brief countdown ensued, Glumpuz and Grothmar's eyes locked on each other during it. Duruh shouted "KLOMP!" The two orcs charged with heavy strides, their fists cocked. They wrestled in the sand, knuckles beating down on each other.

 

A cloud of dust covered the two uruks, leaving the outcome of the klomp a brief mystery to the Gorkils gathered around them. As the dust rose, Grothmar stood tall, his chest heaving, with Glumpuz fallen to the ground. Grothmar looked to his clan, and down to Glumpuz; though they had battled just moments before, they were still brothers, still of the same clan. The clan, that was what mattered - and the strongest would now lead them.

 

Nose dripping with crimson blood, Grothmar raised up a fist into the air and gave a warcry that is seldom heard in this generation of uruk: "GLOZUG VOTAR!" The clan chanted with him, "GLOZUG VOTAR, GLOZUG VOTAR, GLOZUG VOTAR!"

 

And so it was that there was a new Wargoth of the Gorkil Clan, Grothmar. Though new blood, he would fight tooth, nail, and tusk to bring back the old ways of the uruk. 

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Duruh'Gorkil would nod in satisfaction on the choice made. 

"Lhid dah klayn hozh'li bruddah un dah tik'z tu kahm."

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