~ Through the Fields ~

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The orc inhales the fresh air, his arms widened as his wrinkled body catches the breeze around him. With closed eyes he enjoys the surroundings before opening his eyes, narrowed at first but soon opened fully.

 

 

In awe the uruk stares at the endless fields surrounding him. Off in the distance a large mountain range blocked the view of the horizon. About the fields of crops masses of stone, carrying small bodies of water atop of them were.. Floating. Slowly the elder limbed forth towards one of them, a flow of water coming down, starting one of the many rivers that broke up the landscapes fields.

 

The shaman ventures on through the farmlands, until his ears catch the sound of singing on the breeze. In the distance the figure of, what appears to be a scarecrow. He closes in and finally gets a grasp on what he is seeing.

 

Before him stood a female, her skin consisting of compressed hay. The singing on the breeze originating from her very mouth, as she works the fertile fields that surround her. She notes his presence, yet continues her work.

 

“Arwa?” The uruk utters. The many a bones on his chains and bracelets as well as the feathers dance in the breeze that surrounds them.

 

The woman halts her work, she turns around revealing her straw face. “Oh hello Shagarath.” She replies on a kind and warming tone. “Welcome”.

 

The shaman smiles, inclining his head in respect for the spirit in front of him. “I am honoured to meet, Spirit of harvest. I do hope I am not interrupting you in your work.” He eyes the bag of seeds in her hand and the soil beneath her. Offering her a smile.

 

“I work, day in day out…  soon is the time for the great harvest.” She concluded, locking her hands on her waist. The hay woman turned from the uruk, facing the fields. She inhaled slowly with closed eyes, in bliss in the moment and place.

 

“Your fields are magnificent. As are you, Arwa. What advice do you bring those who praise you, those that work endless hours on the fields of the Uzg. What guidance do you give them?” He inquired, his frame straightened, holding his staff in one hand.

 

“Thank you" The spirit hummed softly at his compliment, taking a hold of her chin with two digits, tapping it. She eventually turns around facing the Shaman, to then look at the ground. She lowers her hay form and picks up a single seed, presenting it. “All power, that for food to feed the bravest of warriors. Comes from merely this small and humble seed.” She giggled “Even an old fart like you, would be nothing without these little fellows.”

 

“Hrm, I see. So… we must respect that what feeds us, respect the little things?” He arched his thick grey brow.

 

“That, and give it enough water, sunlight, attention… singing helps!” She smiled.

 

“Singing?” The orc recoiled of amazement “I don’t believe you.. Are you a trickster as well?”

 

“No silly, behold! A mighty seed!” She keeps the seed in front of her for all to see. Softly Arwa started humming, on the tune she started to sing, her voice carried all across the endless plains surrounding them. The breeze catching up as her voice grew more audible.

 

And with this, the lone small seed in her hand, started to grow, first merely a small green leaf escaping, but soon followed by roots that wrapped around her hand, digging into the hay that is her skin. A flower grew in her hand. As it stood there, tall and proud she giggled, taking it and putting it in her hair.

 

The orc stared in awe, slightly drooling even. He stood astonished at what the spirit showed him.

 

“Now” Arwa spoke. “Go back, and sing, old orc.” She clapped her hay hands twice, after which the uruk woke up, back in his blargh.

 

The following day an older uruk could be seen in the midst of the Uzgs wheatfields, humming a low tune and occasionally singing aloud.

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Wud began singing too, though his tone was much more guttural and out of tune. His raspy, ear-ache en-kindling voice rang out from his cell, being heard by his orkish kinsmen. 

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Just now, Wûd said:

Wud began singing too, though his tone was much more guttural and out of tune. His raspy, ear-ache en-kindling voice rang out from his cell, being heard by his orkish kinsmen. 

 

Guhrub sings along with his clan leader. 

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