Orgon, dûth ugadhol-za.

[Smaw 2376]

"Orgon, dûth ugadhol-za."

 

The Humans of Felsen would tread anxiously about their home, wary of a weak plague that had been exposed to the city. A quarantine had been put in place to stave the threat, but this would only serve as a temporary respite.

 

The town of Hassheld, once brimming with life, was now an empty, crumbled expanse of disease and rot. Those that ventured to the area would find a land of razed buildings, sunken into the sick earth. The putrid waters that infested the land bubbled and frothed as the mycelium that blanketed the island emitted spores into the choking, Stygian mist. 

 

A swathe of green, murky water hugged the banks of the island, drawing what little life remained from the land into its depths. It would appear a horrible fate had befallen the denizens of this place; an influence far beyond that of a mere mortal.

 
    

(Orgon: The Immortal Spirit of Disease, Pestilence and Failure)

 

Yet Hassheld was not the only island to harbour such pestilence. All of the surrounding islands of the Uzg had slowly met the same fate, corrupted by some perturbed nature.

 

If one were to explore these regions and survive, one would recall sightings of unusual shrines embedded into the diseased earth. On rare occasion, one would see the figure of a red Orc walking along the lands. Hunched and languid in his posture, he would scour the land with his staff, appearing to perform some kind of ritual.

 

A blight would breed upon this amalgamation of lands.

A destructive force that would continue to spread and envelop Vailor.

 

"Matum bhadûr-ul nar uv Krug'gijak."

[Bardmancer 942]

Nurena'Yar greatly approves of this plague, and vows to help Kharak in whatever way she can...

 

As long as she still has time for Glutros, of course.

[Travista 1361]

"Duh wihl ub Laklul," Shreck'Lak would say.

[Catarrh 720]

   Malog surveys these blighted lands with a nod of approval, remembering his own years of service to Orgon. He gazes with a sort of nostalgia at the shrines, pleased to see them spread, "Mubaramizhi, gith prazogat. Mubaramizhi, gith kul Orgonob."

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Vorgo would stand upon the rotted land of Hassheld, glancing around to the barren wasteland of what used to be a community, he would grunt in honor of the Rex.

[herculean_wud 3662]

"wUuD FLAtT!" He yelled, having taken part in the initial displacement of Hasshelds citizens.

[Archbishop 1784]

"Weak. There is no honour in attacking with plagues and desease. Since when did honour while fighting with fists and weaponary and close combat with an enemy turn to sickening their opponents to make them easier to beat." says Felix Fitch in Felsen.

[Smaw 2376]

33 minutes ago, Adam_barnett said:

"Weak. There is no honour in attacking with plagues and desease. Since when did honour while fighting with fists and weaponary and close combat with an enemy turn to sickening their opponents to make them easier to beat." says Felix Fitch in Felsen.

"I think they plague the land after they obliterate their enemies with combat." An old and wise Human would remark, looking over to Felix.

[HedgeHug 2049]

A bit concerned  the old uruk looks over the vast Corrupted Plains. "Diz wull ubzet bub`muneh pepul. Dey wull kome." He turns back to San`Traka to speak with the Rex.

[Swgrclan 2682]

"Look upon the work of thy deities, and despair," Clamors the Ashkeeper as he takes notice of this transpiration.

[Angmarzku 1251]

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