~ The First Voyage ~

[HedgeHug 2049]

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He awakens. His breathing, slow.. Deep even. His form would feel as if lying on a pile of sand. Darkness surrounds him, nothing heard, nothing seen.

 

Moments go by in silence, after which the old orc starts to move. His right hand pads the sand around him in search of his cane, upon finding it he attempts to lift his form from out the sand.

 

The orc stands, his vision... blinded. Darkness and Silence surrounding him still. His left free hand goes to touch around him. He attempts to speak, yet no word is said. He feels something. Slowly his left hand clasps onto the soft and warm surface it found. He pinches it a little.

“Flesh?” he thinks, but soon his thoughts would be stopped with a scream, followed by a punch.

 

“Open lat skah`in ayez!” A familiar voice speaks. The voice belonged to Buubztik. He remembers. This is a lesson. Slowly he starts to realise where they are, as he does so his vision returns to him, the old orc opens his eyes.

 

The two stood on a cliff, overseeing a wide valley filled with large, odd colored trees. The landscape had carved stone from flowing creeks, whoms origin lied high up in the mountains in the distance.

 

 

“Come” Buubztik speaks. “Wi zhall travul daown” The orc gestures at the valley after which Shagarath nods. They slowly begin their way down the cliffside.

 

As Buubztik arrived he`d look up to where the older orc was. He`d curse: “Muuve lat Skah! Mi nub hab all dauy!” His eyes move from the cliffside to the living hub that is the valley up ahead.

 

As the old orc arrived, panting, at the bottom of the valley, he would notice Buubztik had already walked forth. “Waiht fur mi!” He`d shake his fist in the air as the orc waddles forward, his staff tapping the stony road he follows. He catches up to Buubztik, which… was not that difficult for he had stopped. Before them stood a large stone statue, which had been carved in. On the bottom of it multiple creeks came together into a small pond. In the middle of it sat a figure. Shagarath squinted his eyes in an attempt to see what or who it was, but before he could identify it, Buubztik spoke towards the meditating figure: “Yar”

[Angmarzku 1251]

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