Rage (Part I)

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((Dialogue translated into common for ease of reading))

 

 

He awoke.

Glumpuz'Gorkil sat up from the pile of hay and assorted fabrics that he had been laying on, blinking, letting out a groan. He groggily raised himself to his feet, streching his arms. The Dominus stood there for a few moments, before opening his maw, yawning, before suddenly letting out a bellow. 

"SNIGGLE! SNOGGLE! GET YOUR LAZY ARSES OVER HERE!"

In a matter of moments, two golden-eyed goblins stepped into his blarg, one quite small, with a dirty red bandanna upon his head. The other was exceptionally large for one of his kind, almost the size of a small uruk, rippling muscles covering his body. Various scars were seen across both of their bodies, along with a Gorkil tattoo inscribed on the back of each goblin's left hand.

"Yes, sir?" Said the small one, before the larger one gave him a thump to the back of his head.

"You know what to do, fool! Morning routine!" The Wargoth bellowed, stamping his foot upon the ground.

"Yes, boss!" The smaller goblin said, scrambling to the shelves at the northern wall of the Dominus's abode, his larger companion doing the same. 

A few minutes later, the smaller goblin, Sniggle, was tightening the laces on the boots that the Dominus was now wearing, whilst the larger goblin, Snoggle, was fastening thick skahiron plates onto the crude chainmail "sleeve" he had assisted the Dominus in wearing over his right arm. Soon, Sniggle was fashioning Glumpuz's hair into a long ponytail, and Snoggle was strapping on another thick plate onto the Wargoth's left shoulder. It was the same as every morning, the one handed uruk requiring assistance in actually getting prepared for the day every morning. He said a few words of appreciation to the goblins when they were finished, before dismissing them. A new day had begun.

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After much time staring out at the desert on his balcony, the Dominus made his way down to the central chamber of the orcish capital, San'Thraka. He had a small conversation with a few uruks once there, about how many headbutts from an uruk an elf could take before the weak creature's skull would cave in, the Dominus advising them not to test this on any slaves. Small talk, a pointless conversation. Same as every day. The Gorkil Wargoth was soon bored of this, making his way out of the capital and into the desert, beckoning his goblin assistants to accompany him. He had decided to wander, this day, to test himself against the elements of the harsh desert, Snoggle carrying survival essentials on his back, Sniggle now wearing an assortment of animal bones, wood carvings, and pieces of junk metal that had been cast aside by the smiths, the timid goblin's own "good luck charms."

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A full of wandering about and finding nothing except a few wolves, jabbernaks, and a wild boar. Not that he had expected more. He stopped, looking about for any threats, before ordering Snoggle to set up a tent. A few hours later, and after bashing Sniggle unconscious due to making a comment about Glumpuz's former mate that he the uruk had found offending, the Dominus slept, having Snoggle remove his hook.

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The uruk found himself in a field of grass. Lush, tall, green grass, nothing else as far as the eye could see. He blinked, going to scratch the back of his head at an itch. His hair was gone. He blinked once again, before opening and shutting each of his eyelids, one at a time, noticing that eyesight in his left eye had returned. He looked to his left arm, and there was it was. His hand. He moved his fingers, crouching down stroking the grass with his digits, eyes widened, amazed. But something was amiss, he felt. Something was wrong. Thunder boomed in the seemingly clear sky, the uruk rising back upwards, looking to the sky above. In a split second, red washed over it. A fiery, bright red, with orange hues flickering throughout. He looked back down, and saw that the valley was gone, only a blood red landscape, littered with bones and skulls. Suddenly, a deafening roar of rage was heard, twisted shapes beginning to rise out of the ground.

He awoke.

-To be continued-
 

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Eath'Lur was sleeping.

He awoke.

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