A Blemish of Blue

[Smaw 2376]

"Diz am nud deir Waagh."

 

It was an unusually windy day within the Uzg. A cool breeze served as respite amongst the scorching heat and humidity that was so common within the desert. Regardless, the light continued to blaze across the land, a blinding and dazzling reflection from the sands. Those standing around the Goi would bare witness to an enormous warband of Raguk, shuffling along the sands toward their fort. They seemed to be clad in blood-stained iron plating and jagged weaponry, a sign of only one thing.

 

Raiding.

 

The strong breeze of the Uzg would cause an unpleasant smell to invade the noses of all present. Those that followed it would come across a gruesome sight of bloodied and blue flesh, corpses of Lak Orcs piled atop one another as they rotted in the sun. It had been a day of success for the Raguk. The Lak had stepped from their Swamps, daring to venture into something they were not prepared for. The Desert was a less hospitable zone, and the Raguk would continue to show them why.

 

The banners of the Myrzym would stand tall along the fort, an unforgotten beacon of the unbroken Orcs.

 

[Ethan the epic 115]

Grokor'Lur would chew on his lak head. "Diuz wiull zhuw deze zwump huggerz tu bi uwure uf da raguk."