Re-emergence

[Smaw 2376]

 

"Let them wander the land in our absence, and display our immovable will."

 

 

 

It was an ordinary day, deep within the Orcish lands. Waves of humid light bounced upon the sands of the Uzg, the sky clear and the specs of dry grass, stationary as ever. Kharak walked from the gates of the infamous city, Laz'Dur, bearing nothing but a smirk and a heap of unusually large rope. As he walked along the endless expanse of the desert, he peered down to the burn scar on his arm, a symbol of an open palm. It was a common marking within the Raguk; a sign of ultimate utility. The hands that gives and takes. The hand that heals and destroys.

 

Kharak paused at his destination, setting the large bundle of rope down onto the sand, rising to his feet to take in the view. Before him was an enormous cavern, strife with bundles of hay and tattered cloth. He squinted into the shadows in the furthest reaches of the cave, calling out with a laugh.

"Coemh oud den, momozkaherz."

 

The stone beneath his feet began to rumble as sand began to pour from small crevices in the roof. Suddenly, an enormous set of pearl-white tusks pierced from the shadows, followed by the languid, bronzed body of their impressive owner. It was a Myrzym, a fabled mount of the Raguk that had not been seen for generations. It was a hulking, hairless beast of muscle and ivory, towering far above Kharak. It let out a loud call, greeting him as more began to emerge from the darkness.

 

The Raguk Wargoth slung his rope over the small herd of Myrzym, leading them from the cavern and across the desert. Along the journey he contemplated the history of the clan. How far they had come and how far they had fallen. Throughout his time within the clan, he had worked tirelessly to improve upon every aspect of their culture. His work had not gone in vain, as the Raguk were growing steadily again, and more powerful with each passing day. The re-emergence of the Myzrym to the plains of the Uzg would signal a pivotal moment in the Raguk timeline...

 

Prosperity

[Trenchist 864]

Zislag'Raguk, sitting next to his Myrzym, feeding it with lots of

old, rotten full of fungi bread, before the beast shifts down to him,

and he climbs ontop of it, riding it outside slowly, to hunt some

other beasts, with an anormous advantage of height.

 

[Shalashask 1112]

Mok'han watches his Raguk brothers leading their Myrzym across the desert. He gives a brief grunt of approval from atop his superior Rhino, Zrall.

[Ethan the epic 115]

Grokor'Lur pats his lur wolf as he watches the Raguk clan and their mighty Myrzym travel the deserts. "Muy Krug guwide dem."

[the 1 bow 1112]

The fabled Warlord Kahn'Braduk watches his boy Kharak from a dune close to Laz-Dur. The Unbroken Vanguard had shattered, but its new Wargoth had rebuilt it, and seen it begin a meteoric rise. He lets out a chuckle, reclining against the scorched sand. The War Nation has a new, 'Next Big Thing', and its red and rides an elephant.

 

 

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Nazark'Raguk collects a tiny mammoth and begins to raise it like a child. Nazark names the beast 'Zogrozh'. Nazark takes a second to remember when the clan was founded under Malg who quickly left them... Thank Krug for this clan. It's come so far.

[herculean_wud 3662]

Wud glared up at his Myrzym, 'Twiggikruncha,' who was noisily feasting upon his infamous gruel. "GrUuUuUuuuL," He roared, abruptly snatching the bowl from his Myrzym, downing the remainder of what filled the crude, wooden feat of orcish craftsmanship!

[Angmarzku 1251]

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