Gâmum'Tok

[Smaw 2376]

"Do not fear the change. Embrace it."

 

 

Those that venture deep into the crimson landscape of Guul'Akash may, upon their travels, come across a small, Stygian boat resting upon the still waters at the very edge of the land. It would be made of an aged and broken wood, with skulls and candles adorning it. If one were curious enough, one might sit within it and grasp at the oars lying on top. Looking out to the open expanse of water, they would pursue their curiosity along the waves. As the boat bobbed along the waters, a great and horrible fog would be seen off into the distance. Any that would decide to continue along the journey would note the sickly green colouration in the waters that would begin to envelop the boat.

 

The island shielded behind the mist was known as Gâmum'Tok, the land of the venerated spirit, Orgon. Breaking through the fog, the small boat would sink into the mucky earth that hugged the banks of the island. Those that had made it this far would note the encroaching mycelium that choked the land in all directions. Skeletal masses lay within the hues of purple earth, meshed with pungent waters and poisonous mushrooms, and the various trees that dotted the landscape were of an old and withered bark, devoid of any life.

 

It was the home of the budding Witch Doctor, Kharak'Raguk. It appeared he had embraced his new profession with a great diligence, and had already been working hard to appease the spirits. He was often seen upon the island, burying various bones and fetishes in a ceremonial manner. He was preparing a devastating concoction that would assist him in his aspirations.

 

He would recruit further Witch Doctors, and the Orcs of the Uzg would sweep across the land with a great pestilence.

 

[Catarrh 720]

   Malog finds his way to this island, and nods in approval, pleased to see he's not the only witch doctor trying to spread Orgon's will anymore.

[Angmarzku 1251]

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