A Looming Storm

[DISCOLIQUID 2702]

 

Orcs all throughout the Uzg and Goi would find an unsettling feeling seeping into their skin as they turned in their tents, or atop their beds of sand.

 

Those more attuned to the Spirit world would find themselves perhaps turning to the Spirits for guidance in their dark hour.

 

A haunting poem would meet their ears, whispered on the ethereal lips of the spirits,

 

and the gloomy prose would be ushered throughout the desert upon the hushed tones of curling wind.

 

"The air shall be tainted of black fog of pure gloom,

and with the onyx curl of billowed fog, danger shall loom.

Slavery to our unequals, bound by true chain,

the mortal Orcs shall soon know our pain."

 

And as foretold, blackened fog would soon rise into the air above the Uzg. Those who followed it would find themselves before a small cavern, not too far from the gates of the Goi itself. 

 

Far off in the distance, a singular Orc would rub his hands together, six seats, unfilled, before him.

"Agh zo our gayme begihnz."

 

[Runabarn 1028]

The ash cloud looms overhead...

[Elad™ 560]

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