Beware the Blood Talon

[the 1 bow 1112]

 

 

 

When the Blood Talon flies, death will surely follow - Braduk proverb

 

 

Standing on the banks of the desert, Warlord Kahn'Braduk folded his tree trunk like arms, his eyes scanning the horizon. It was an inevitability, that the Orcs would succumb to in-fighting. He knew it was never a matter of if, only when. And that time was now. 

 

 

Drokon'Ugluk the Young Bull had over stepped, hunting the Myrzrms, the great mounts of the Raguk clan. Wargoth Kharak'Raguk, whom Kahn himself had dubbed 'The Next Big Thing' would not take this quietly, this lighting the fuse to a clan war, something the Braduks knew about better than most. Despite not being involved in the famous Clash of Clans war, the Braduks had sent three clans into extinction; Ugluk, Gahktusk, and Kubbie. Even though many of the clans wanted to remain neutral, sides were already being chosen. 

 

 

The longboats crashed into the sand, the heavy steps of the enormous Braduks trudging off of them. Kahn couldnt help himself but laugh at the awesome sight. The monsterous behemoth got off first, flanked by their younger brother Drax. Kahn walked over, headbutting the two of them.

 

"Ug boiz, howz our homeland?" The Iron Rhino asked, his eyes exchanging between the two.

 

"Skah'z goin hozh bud dat aint why we here, tu blah ob dat. Derez ah klan wor, lat blah'd." Ghazkoth retorted. Kahn gave a nod.

 

"Mhrm, Ragukz agh Uglukz, altho idz ezkalatin. Weh kood beh peepin ad zivil war." Drax let out a demented single high pitched laugh, going on to say;

 

"Wehll id peepz like we'z gonna have tu pick ah zide den."

 

"Yub, whu weh klompin wid?"

 

"Ah du nub know yed. Id wil beh dezyded upon zoon, kome, ah'll ged latz zet up."

 

In the desolate heart of the desert the Braduks lay dormant, brooding. Kahn sat on his ornate wooden chair, staring at two open chests sat on the sand infront of him. 

 

 

In the first, a knife made from the tusks of the ancient line of Myrzrm. 

In the second, a necklace with the dozens of scalps taken from the Ugluks Kahn had slaughtered, or ordered to be slaughtered aswell as the horns of all their bulls.

 

Kahn had returned to the Uzg to make piece with Drokon for murdering his family and clan, to form the Braduk-Ugluk alliance that should have been centuries ago. Despite his support of Kharak and the up and coming Raguks, Kahn wanted to make things right. He reached for the tusk knife.

 

"Nub." A deep voice rung through his head. Kahn's vision was then blurred, as his eyes showed him a wasteland filled with the corpses of Ugluks, first the scalpless bodies that Kahn had hunted, then stretching back to those who were the famously sent extinct, and even further, to those who fell in the Braduk-Ugluk clan war. Countless bodies, and in the middle of it all, sat the bodies of what few Ugluks remained today. "Finizh wot I'z ztarted."

 

Snapping back to reality, Kahn huffed. He bent down, taking the scalp and horn necklace, sliding it over his head.

A horned raven would be seen flying over the desert.

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