An aged Rhino, a revival

[the 1 bow 1112]

((in common because no one would understand the Braduk language sections and it'd be weird having parts in and parts out, catch me drfit?))

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7wJiaBel5U

 

 

 

  

 

Setting slowly, the desert sun spilled down onto the sand and stretched across to the horizon, Laz-Dur, the Orcish capital had now fallen silent, reminiscent of a dark time for the Krug sons years prior. The Wargoth of the Braduk clan, Kahn'Braduk walked out of the cities great gates, flanked by his two brothers Ghazkoth and Drax, his loyal servant  Larty Wun Eye and his many Kheshig that served him whilst he was Rex. Those of the Braduk clan mounted their notorious rhinos, whilst the Kheshig whose former allegiance lay with other clans mounted their own respective beasts. Kahn let out a grunt as he pulled himself onto his grey-blue rhino, aptly named merely 'Da Blue'. His hand clutched his stomach still, he had recovered from his illness yet it still plagued him, he would never truely be healthy and at his full potential again. This made him bitter, among other things. He had grown weary during his time as Rex, and would retract himself from any significant position of important within the, now, War Uzg to gather himself as well as to let his friend Ubba'Ugluk settle into the position without any pre-existing influence. 

 

"Where are we going?" Ghazkoth's rough voice spoke out, his tremendous form leaning forward on his rhino, one hand resting on one of the beasts horns. Kahn cracked his neck, jutting his rhino's side, meaning to move forward. His words were bland, yet the Orcs knew the deeper meaning behind them.

 

"The desert." The war party rode off deep into the desert, the sun progressively falling lower. 

 

The moon now began to ascend.

 

Making a camp, the Orcs spaced themselves out yet kept an organised formation, the dangers of the desert was something all green-skins are familiar with, the Kheshig took routine guard shifts. Kahn lay dormant in his large tent, his bed of pelts sprawling across the back half. Sleep fled from him for a time, before finally coming to claim him, yet his slumber was far from restful.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

As his eyes were consumed by darkness, they were quickly opened once more, yet he knew where he was was, he was not physically. The flat voidal field that spanned out before him extended for what seemed like eternity, the clouds frozen in time, the grassy expanse swayed vividly as if blown by wind, yet none could be felt. Feeling...Kahn looked at his body, his countless scars were gone. Moving to an oasis that sat not to far from where he had appeared he studied his face in the reflection of the water. His eyes, they were his natural colour of blue.

 

"Well skah. Am I dead?" Kahn said aloud. It was then that the otherwise silent realm before him was disturbed by more sound, the flapping of wings. Flying over head and then landing on the ground beside him was a raven, as large as a domestic dog, its feathers jet black with occasional purple ones in odd places, but more notably, ivory coloured horns protruding from either side of its skull. Kahn recognised this creature, even still, he could feel familiarity with it, as if he knew who it was. "The Blood Talon." The Iron Rhino uttered. The horned raven then spoke, its words came in the form of the ancient Braduk tongue of Ot'pezak.

 

"You have done your duty as Rex, and it has been passed to an honourable challenger. You left your kin better than when you greeted them, for that you should be proud. But you have neglected your people. This cannot stand, whilst you brought them back from extinction, you have allowed them to weaken whilst you placed your focus on the Uzg. I will not let you make the same mistake our brothers made that damned our people years prior. The Braduks have lost their way, abandoning tradition in favour of status, forgetting everything I had put in place in my time. Records of that still exist, and are in your hands. Bring the Braduks back to their old ways, settle a new holy land of Kenuk, and achieve glory for our people, like you were meant to do." No more words needed to be spoken, Kahn understood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wargoth sat up quickly, his heart thumping. He knew what needed to be done. When morning came, the Orcs present were woken to Kahn's thunderous shouts. His men formed a circle around him, he did not take higher ground or lofty position, he stood amongst his people. He grunted, the sound that came from it was that of frustration.

 

"Brothers, we have neglected our true cause for too long. I am to blame for this. But, I did not become a Wargoth, because I aspired to be one. It came about, because of other peoples actions." The giant Orc's firey eyes locked onto both Ghazkoth and Larty. "And I did not become Rex, out of ambition. But once again, I had no choice, as a result of other peoples actions. But it does not matter, we stand here, a shadow of what we once were, and it lies on the shoulders of your leader. That changes today. We will do as our ancestors did, skah the prestige, fame and status. We do it the Braduk way. We will follow the times of old, using our old infrastructure and traditions, and we shall do as those before us did and rebuild Kenuk once again. The Braduk chief is known as the Warlord, this is my title, titles of old will return." Warlord Kahn'Braduk's gaze then fell onto Drax, he watched on in awe. "Travel the realm, seek out Orcs who are not whitewash, come forward those who would serve, for an army will be raised, and our honour restored." 

 

Fear the Rhino

 

 

 

I like Bane and Ragnar's speeches, sue me

 

 

Edited December 12, 2015 by the 1 bow

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