End of an Era

[the 1 bow 1112]

"Zo derez nufing dat iz gonna make lat ztay?" Lukra asked, looking up at her mate. Kahn's face was cold and stern with a bitter snarl to it. He shook his head as he passed a crate to one of his Kheshig grunts who moved it onto one of the longboats. The group stood at the sandy banks that split the desert from the ocean, several longboats rested inbetween this equator, with Kahn's Kheshig from his time as Rex packing supplies onto the boats. 

 

"Da Uzg iz ah joke. Ubba haz torn down everythin ah built up, agh iz killin our raze. If da oddah Urukz kannub peep diz, den ah wont beh apart ob id. Worzt ob all, weh heed tu pinkzkin mazterz now." The Wargoth replied, stopping to speak with his mate face to face. "Ah'd prefer id if lat agh Mok'han kame wid uz, bud zumazh needz to keep da Bradukz goin."

 

"Wot?"

 

"Lat wil rule az Wargoth until our inevitable return." Lukra did not gasp, nor was she lost for words. She took her duty in stride, and offered a nod. "Weh zhal meet agan, in hozher tikz." With no more words needing to be spoken, Lukra mounted her rhino and departed, looking back as she reached the horizon. The trappling sound of rhino's traveling across the sand did not fade however, as Ghazkoth and Larty rode forth. 

 

"Weh abowt redeh tu goh den?" Ghazkoth asked Kahn. Kahn let out a grunt, folding his arms, his head tilting down into a nod. Larty walked closer, his expression solem.

 

"Lat zure diz iz wot lat wantz to do?" The one eyed Goblin asked. Kahn's firey eyes burned with frustration. Ghazkoth chimed in.

 

"Urukz are azkin foh lat tu retake Rexdom, even Urukz klozezt tu da Ugluk." Kahn turned his head to Larty.

 

"Iz dat true?"

 

"Yub. Infakt, ah have rezieved word from pinkzkinz, dat dey wood offah zupport tu ged lat bak az Rex." Kahn scoffed.

 

"Pff, skah dem. Ah have nub interezt in fixin da Urukz, foh ah zekond time."

 

"Derez anodda fing." Larty's old voice begun, "Diz Rex, da Ugluk. Dere iz word heh wearz da klothez ob pinkzkinz...agh gedz odda Urukz tu du diz azwell." Kahn's face dropped. The Kheshig preparing the boats all stopped and looked up. 

 

"Skah'n ekzuze lat?"

 

"Idz true." Ghazkoth said. "Humie klothez, tu beh ekzakt."

 

"Momoskaha."

 

"Oi!" An unfamiliar voice called out. Looking behind his brother and old friend, Kahn saw two Orcs, they appeared to be grunts. The Warlord rolled his eyes. "Latz kant leave, datz dizhonorable!" 

 

"Nub az dizhonourable az livin in ah die'n nation dat iz konformin tu pinkzkinz, heedin dere orderz agh wearin dere klothez." The Kheshig unsheathed there weapons and begun their systematic approach before Kahn held up his hand. "Ghazkoth." The War Machine of the Braduk clan new his mark, and began stepping towards the two grunts. Whether they were Ugluks, the Rex's servants or Orcs trying to prove themselves it was not known, and did not matter. They would be maggot food in a few seconds. Ghazkoth moved his giant, muscled and armoured frame closer, no weapons in hand. The first grunt swung his axe, to which his arm was caught by Ghaz, who proceeded to rip his throat out with his free hand before bending down and biting the front of his skull with such force he ripped his way down to the brain. The grunt fell in a gorey heap. The remaining grunt leapt forward with his sword, slashing across Ghazkoth's armoured chest. The War Machine growled, the blue war paint on his face scrunching up as he did so. Sweeping the Orc's leg who then fell hard onto the sand stomach first, Ghazkoth punched him in the back of the head and stunned him. Pulling out a spike and a small mallet, he positioned himself above the grunt, readied his tools and hammered it into the vertebrae of his spine, paralysing him. Swiping his hands together, Ghazkoth returned to his brother flashing a sadistic smile. 

 

"Fin." He said, resulting in the Orcs chuckling. 

 

"Imprezzive." A now, familiar voice called out. Turning to see who it belonged to, it was discovered it was the War Boy of the Braduk clan, Drax. He had not be seen for some years, sent out on missions during Kahn's reign. He wore a cape made entirely of pinkskin flesh with a hood pulled up that consisted of three faces sewn together. A necklace with dozens of jawbones hanging from it sat around his neck. "Herd latz woz leavin foh da homeland. Fort ah'd kome. Why iz lat goin, by da wey?" The barely sane Orc asked, dismounting. 

 

"New Rex skah'd da work Kahn did tu fix da Uzg, in zhort." Larty responded. 

 

"Weh bezt ged goin." 

 

 

 

The small fleet pushed out from the banks and into the open ocean. Their destination, the original Braduk homeland and Holy Land of Kenuk. Kahn rose from his seat on his boat, looking at all the Orcs who travelled with him, the other boats close enough to witness and be in earshot.

 

"Azh dey, weh zhal return. Wen anodda Uruk fixez Ubba'z miztakez, ohr wen da Uzg haz reached idz darkezt hour, fohr dey are ztil our people."

 

"Dont reckon id kan ged much worze, bozz." A more senior Khesig called out.

 

"Id kan, an inkompetent leadah iz azh ting, bud ah have witnezzed da Uzg in darka deyz. Bud, da Urukz are on da road to doze dark deyz unlezz zumazh ztepz up." 

 

"Fink dere are any Urukz dat kood?" Larty asked, his voice quiet. Kahn looked down at his friend.

 

"Grothmar, perhapz even Kharak. Bud ah du nub know foh zure." Looking back at the desert just as it faded into oblivion over the horizon, Warlord Kahn'Braduk let out a sigh. "Weh wil return."

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

'Juggernaut' catches wind of Kahn finally leaving and nods, "Duz uz hozh, hi wuz hunded Rex frum a wuud twiggeh. Hi uz da whuytwazh uf da urukz."

[Sultan 3953]

((Pretty sure kyle inherited a "dead" race from the former Rex friend and he has been cleaning up the mess so far :)

 

Also wearing tux is very Orcish ask POK he crashed alot of weddings with it :P its a old orc troll aka meme before memes were a thing)) 

[Burkester 1247]

Rex Rusk'Dom rolls over in his grave.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

1 hour ago, Burkester said:

Rex Rusk'Dom rolls over in his grave.

 

Nafis rolls Rusk'Dom back into its proper place in the grave. He didn't want orc zombies coming back from bedsores.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

"Braduk wuz a zkahin bad klan, dah unleh hozh member is Mok'han, anywayz, mi iz glad diz dizhunurable whaytwazh iz gone agh nub a prublem anymore." stated Kramosh'Lur.

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok rolls.

[Samoblivion 532]

Lukra sat upon her Rhino's back, watching the ships leave with bitterness and anger. How the mighty Kahn had fallen. Fleeing from his battles? Raging and sulking like some kub, believing himself the saviour of the Uzg? No, a saviour the Uzg was unworthy of? "Yub, Kahn, mi'll be Wargoth. Bud nub az latz playz howldur... Iv deez am latz truu kulurz, den da Bradukz agh da Uzg are bettur off withowt latz."

 

She rides off into the desert, to inform those who needed to know and to make preparations for a Braduk clan - for better or ill - without the Iron Rhino.

 

((See ya Bow, have fun on your break. I'll do my best. Word of advice, don't use other people's characters in your posts without asking them - Lukra wouldn't have acted in that accepting a manner of Kahn's actions, as evidenced by this post and posts to come.))

[herculean_wud 3662]

Wud makes a pot of gruel.

[Angmarzku 1251]

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