Rûmalob Shakh-Urukim

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"Skaatizgu, Kharak. Brusizishu durzim gashnat."
 

 

 

Kharak'Raguk clung onto the vine that ran up the wall, waiting patiently in silence at the highest point of the room. Several shrines were located at the base of the area, in reverence to the Druid Gods. After mere moments of patient observation, the shadow of a figure appeared at the entrance to the room, followed shortly by what appeared to be a slender Wood Elf. The vines would gripe as they held the great weight of the Orcish Rex. He hung there for several more moments, awaiting the opportune time. When it arrived, he leapt from the plants, crashing directly onto her.

 

The Elf shrieked as he crumbled beneath the dead weight of Kharak, before turning in horror at the visage of the Rex. He was adorned in a mesh of bone charms, jewels and purple paint; a particular pattern covering the misty white of his blind eye. His looked upon her, reaching for the bag on his back as he rose to his feet. She scurried back in fear, remaining silent for the time being.

 

The Rex dug his hand into the bag, procuring a small mushroom and tossing it to her. It bubbled in her hand, producing a foul smell that pervaded the air around them.

"Eat it." He instructed, looming over her with a threatening posture. The Elf nodded, proceeding to consume the fungus, the foul taste apparent by her perturbed expression.

"Hozh." He remarked, turning to the exit and rushing off from the Dwarven Grove.

 

(A servant of Orgon, looking out upon the crumbled horizon of his realm)

 

The Rex returned to the blazing heat of the Uzg, slumping himself onto the throne at the pinnacle of San'Thraka. He sighed deeply as he reclined further in fatigue. The Witch Doctor set aside his staff, allowing gravity to guide it to the floor as he closed his eyes in a languid movement.

 

It was silent above the clouds, and the winds did not blow on this day. Before the Rex was a small work station, housing some of the components of his plague. Some of the less influential fungi sat in the earth there, thriving in the humidity offered to them. After a moment, they began to produce an unusual aroma, and noxious gas seeping into the Rex' quarters. 

 

Suddenly, a deep and grumbling voice swarmed Kharak's senses. Offering a disturbed feeling, it spoke to the young Rex in a lethargic tone.

 

"Kulizg narnûrzuga gorlabor, Uruk." The Orc peaked to attention, looking around in the vast emptiness that surrounded him in all directions.

 

"Skaatizgu, Kharak. Brusizishu durzim gashnat." It spoke again, before the image of a small cave presented itself to the Rex. Immediately, he knew of the location and opened his eyes, rising to his feet. The Orc grasped the staff beside him, stepping out into the sands of the Uzg.

 

OOC:

 

 Going on a hiatus for a couple of days as I enjoy my birthday (old age), and will be leaving _Krug_ in charge, as he is the Dominus of the Uzg. I expect to return on Sunday. See you soon.

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happy bd soon fam. We'll take care of your ****

 

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