Bad Blood

[Smaw 2376]

"Dey wilh becumh grub forh dah newh lihne ov Myrzym"

 

It was a day as any other within the Uzg. The heat scarred the land, drawing the moisture from every crack and crevice. Orcs went about their usual business, trading, cooking, klomping and hunting.

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/139513-hunting-in-the-sands/

 

Kharak rose from the caverns of the Raguk fort, wiping some of the ash from him that had stained his skin. As he ascended the stairs, the unusual aroma of iron caught his attention. Curios, Kharak continued his journey, overlooking the deserts upon reaching the top of the fort. At first glance he saw nothing unusual. The Desert seemed as unchanging as ever, everything stood in its stationary state. But Kharak followed his nose, peering down toward an unsettling sight. 

 

The prized mounts of the Raguk (The Myrzym) lay upon the sand, stained in their own blood. Kharak clenched his teeth in a great mesh of anger and sadness, sliding down from the sandy mountain in a rushed pace. He knelt before one of the corpses, his hand dug into the blood soaked sand. Kharak inspected them intently, concluding that this was not the work of a simple beast. He rose from his feet, drawing his sword and rushing for the Goi. He was out for blood.

Upon arrival, a large group would be surrounding Durgash'Raguk and Drokon'Ugluk. They appeared to be klomping, though the combat was short lived as Drokon fell to the floor, beaten by Durgash' might. Kharak knew why this fight had taken place, and rushed closer to the group to confront Drokon. It was indeed he who had slain the Myrzym, and for it he had but two options: Fight the Raguk, or surrender to tribute.

 

In his foolishness, Drokon chose to fight, heralding his own extinction. The Raguk had grown recently, the Unbroken Orcs sticking to their name. The Red Orcs would no longer stand idle. They would show their strength.

 

 

They would eradicate all who dishonoured them.
 

[Ethan the epic 115]

Grokor'Lur smiles at Drokons corpse. "Dah uzg iuz much ztrunger wiuth ash murre whytewuzh flat."

[_pok_ 1768]

 

Drokon grunted as he walked away in embarrassment and defeat from the brief klomp with Durgash. Despite his best efforts, the young Orc could not best the much larger and older Orc, his combat not yet mastered just as his Raguk counterpart had done. The young bull still had much to learn.

Once he reached the Rex's palace, the current residence of most of the Ugluk Clan, Drokon sat just before the throne cross-legged and in a deep state of meditation. His eyes rolled back into his head and in deep unbroken silence, the Orc meditated. He came into contact with his ancestors, listening to their calls and advice. He heard their stories of many prior wars, their warnings, and their teachings. From these lessons Drokon's knowledge of the past grew and his understanding of Ugluk traditions reached a new height.

When Drokon emerged from his meditation, he knew exactly what sort of preparations would have to be made. With his strength and pride regarthered, Drokon moved to rally all remaining Ugluks in order to crush the Raguks who thought themselves so bold as to trifle with a clan of such stature. 

[_pok_ 1768]

6 minutes ago, Ethan the epic said:

Grokor'Lur smiles at Drokons corpse. "Dah uzg iuz much ztrunger wiuth ash murre whytewuzh flat."

Looks down at this corpse as well, then looks at himself. "Er... wud whytewazh?" Drokon would shake his head, not recalling dying. 

[the 1 bow 1112]

Kahn'Braduk sits in his chambers, his gaze fixed on a dagger made from the ivory of the ancient Myrzrm tusks. His large head turns to a necklace with the dozens of Ugluk scalps he had taken from the Ugluks he had slaughtered dangling from it. The Warlords fire red eyes switch between the two as he lets out a grunt.

[Malgonious 2758]

 

https://youtu.be/L-3WmvoLTc0

 

Malgunus'Raguk would grunt, as he rallies a large number of Raguk's back from the Desert to assist the Wargoth.

 

"Diz nubhozh bruddah wull lurn dah errurh uv eez waehz!"