Breaking Point

[Smaw 2376]

An unsettling silence fell upon the sands.

 

 

Felled corpses of Uruk lay strewn across the burning landscape. A foreboding sense of doom pierced into the minds of all living denizens. Along with it, a deep and immeasurable energy that struck at the very core of Krug's curse. An invisible force had wormed its way into every Orc, feeding the inherent blood-lust that had acted for so long as a detriment to peaceful living.

 

Perhaps most disturbing of all, a lack of honour was strife throughout the desert. Orcs were turning on one another, clan conflict growing to great extremes. The once unified Orcs now fought among themselves, utilising dirty tactics to satisfy their seething anger. To no avail, the once proud Uruk would continue to fight. Continue to kill and steal.

 

A Herald of Doom

 

An unusually cheery Human entered through the main gates of the Uzg, prancing along the pathway. He stopped before the clan arena, squinting toward a large group of Orcs seemingly in heated discussion. One by one, the heads of the Orcs began to turn to face him, their focus fixed. They began to reach for their weapons, calling out to the man and throwing rocks as they charged.

 

Finally they had caught up to him, a Raguk Orc flanking him and tackling him to the ground. In an unusual turn of events, a Lak Orc proceeded to charge at the Raguk, knocking him to his side and engaging in combat. Suddenly, the entire force of Orcs began to turn on one another, weapons and fists flailing through the air. Many forgot about the presence of the Human, instead unleashing their unusual anger on their nearest companion. Blood and bruises meshed on skin as Orc after Orc fell to the sand, a deep red staining the area.

 

As with all things, the conflict came to an end. A portrait of war and turmoil had been painted onto the sands in blood. The Orcs had lost control.

 

 

A great war was coming, one that would herald the extinction of them all.

 

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Vorgo would sit hillside peering across the desert, after the conflict he witnessed between his own brethren he starts to contemplate the unity of the Orcs and how such a thing came to what it is; he enjoys a good klomp every now and then but when it comes to brothers that stain the floor of their own home, he then looks to the leadership and spirits for answers.

[Ethan the epic 115]

*Grokor'lur would take a pleasant lick of the blood,however the blood didn't taste of honor and sport, it instead tasted like death and betrayal. Something is coming.