Bonding of Bruddahs

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

As the flames in Avar burn brightly into the night sky, Vorgo'Yar and Gruk'ku'Gorkil, would wander amongst the warzone huddling amongst the fire for warmth as Uruks are not used to cold weather. The Uruks would be seen amongst the battlefield on numerous occasions, slashing throats and bleeding their victims out. Each kill one of the two would get they would make a tally in the back of their head due to their competitive klomping attitudes. The Uruks would drag themselves through the snow, setting traps as they send sneak attacks to the Orenian forces in honor of Votar. After a long day of fighting, Gruk'ku and Vorgo would sit upon logs near Avar, sitting amongst the fire speaking of the spirits and their daily tributes to the spirits, and how the spirits have been treating them well in battle.

The two Uruks would be surrounded by other Humans, Elves, and the occasional dwarf, though they would isolate themselves with the other Uruks or Ologs that may have banded together during the time of battle. Vorgo'Yar would unsheathe his cleaver lying it upon his lap, the cool metal of the blade would be sensitive upon parts of Vorgo's leg but it wasn't much different from the brutal weather. Vorgo would speak to Gruk'ku and the rest of the Uruks as the sun began to settle into the depths of the earth, slowly falling asleep around the fire, each warrior taking a shift to guard the others. As the sun would begin to rise, it's rays shining brightly through the leaves of trees, the blankets of snow would appear ridiculously bright; each one by one would wake up and begin eating their morning rations, rubbing their eyes trying to adapt to the brightness of the day. As time would pass into the late morning, each warrior would begin to look towards the capture point in the warzone watching as Orenian forces pile through the little fort breathing heavily as they call upon 'The Creator' to guide them through battle, rushing towards Seahelm.

As each warrior got the glance of Oren, they would instantly gear themselves falling back to Seahelm; Vorgo would be late, slumping as he quickly grabbed the things he needed he would look to Gruk'ku as they ran through the snow still half-asleep "Wub ahm guuin ohn, bruddah?" he would peer over, bags under his reddish-brown eyes. Gruk'ku would peer forward his eyes set on his destination, with no hesitation he would respond "WAGH!"

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"WaAaAaAaAGhH." Could be heard drifting down from the oh so dreadful sky god prison, "Wa--. . ." Could be heard a second time, yet this instance it trailed off into a bout of frustrated scratching, roaring, and eventually wailing. Sad Wud.  

[Smaw 2376]

Kharak'Raguk would stand upon the boundaries of the Orgon blight, staring out toward Aethermoor. He would huff in mild amusement, setting down his tools and heading back to the Uzg to prepare.

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2 hours ago, Humanistic said:

and the occasional dwarf,

((Thats me!

[Angmarzku 1251]

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