The Challenge from Krug

[Smaw 2376]

San'Garath

 

Ang Gijak-Ishi -Iron in the Blood.

 

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0 

 

 

 

The world collapsed behind them, and a vast and horrid shrine it had become. It was Vailor, the largest shrine to have ever been created, set in reverence to the Spirit of Disease, Pestilence and Failure.

Orgon.

 

The thunder clapped, drowning out the cries of the Descendants as they fled in horror. Abominations spurned from the ground as disease and rot spread like a tide across the realm. Orgon had lost control of his plague, and it was tearing the world asunder.

 

Kharak'Raguk, the Witch Doctor who had brought this terrible Spirit into the realm, shot his glance back and forth between the world he had called home, and the enormous portal his fleet was edging toward. Suddenly, all he had known and strived for fell into darkness as the Uruk, and all of the Descendants entered one of the realms of the Spirits.

 

(An Uruk of Axios)

 

An immense resistence met the Descendents as they surged across the great river, making their way to the portal that they could see in the distance. The Uruk-Hai prepared their weapons in caution, as the Orcs and Ologs below deck heaved with their immeasurable strength, driving the ship ever forward across the spiritual waters.

 

Suddenly, Apohet, the creator of all Spirits, sent out a warning for those in the realm to turn back. With little option, the Uruk continued on. Kharak grew confused at the situation, roaring out to his people.

This must be a challenge! Do not falter. Show your strength to Krug, for his power will guide us through this realm!

 

And so, the Orcs continued to fight against the tide as waves of minor Spirits attacked the ship from all directions. The Uruk-hai were prepared, and slew the Spirits as they dared attack the children of Krug. The battle raged on for hours, before the ship, as battered and torn as the Uruk themselves, broke through the portal on the other side.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, the ship crashed into the coast.

 

Debris flew everywhere as the crew were scattered into the ocean, suffering great injury. As the noise settled, and the Orcs broke to the surface of the waters, the sight of an island revealed itself before them. It spanned for miles in either direction, riddled with dense Jungle trees. The chiming of birds and monkeys broke through the humid air as the Orcs swam to the coast.

 

They stood in an awe struck reticence, looking first to the habitat, and then to their Rex, who had an expression of excitement plastered onto his face. He turned to his people, addressing them, as battered and bruised as they were.

The Jungle ravine, back in the Uzg. It was revealed to us by Krug. He was preparing us for these lands, brothers. Don't you see it now?

 

We have faced many challenges, and we have bested many odds. You all showed Krug your power in the Spirit Realm, where he could feel it for himself. He is pleased, and this is our reward.

 

He said, pointing out to the vast blanket of foliage that covered the sky.

 

We have been given fertile lands." The Rex continued, his tone settling into one of seriousness as he looked upon the coast.

 

No doubt there will be beasts within these lands that we are unfamiliar with. We will have great tribulation ahead.

 

But we have always had tribulation, and we have always pushed through it.

 

Come, brothers and sisters. Let us begin again.

 

"Ang Gijak-Ishi!"

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Turkurz wields his newly forged Black Ferrum Waraxe. "Dah Tik haz Kahm"

[Slothtastic 761]

Jukha begins making plans for raids on other territories, and also plans on making his own forge with Turkurz ( @Xi'dius). 

[Vesalian 62]

Wragazh would note that most of jungle soil is poor in nutrients, and thus not fertile.

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

     Zar'roc walked amongst his brothers and sisters into the thick, sprawling jungle. Let us begin again, the words replayed in his mind like a broken record. The old Uruk scrunched up his face in deep thought. I've seen many Rexes rise and all . . . countless even. Yet none of them shared the same ambition that Kharak seems to grasps. Zar'roc surveyed his surroundings carefully. The land here is fertile, and through our Rex the brothers and sisters of the Uzg have never been more close. We scorned a spirit, not just any spirit, the spirit of failure and disease. Yet... we are all still breathing?  With a sigh, the Orc discarded the thought of their survival, and shifted more to their current situation. Krug has definitely handed us a gift, the gift of continued life and further prosperity. The Uzg shall not forget this- never forget this. We shall return this gift. With glory, honor, and sacrifice. Long live the Uzg. A slight smile creeped up on Zar'roc's lips. And long live the Rex.

[Moby_Derp 163]

"Ah new lahnd.." Gukdan would sigh, unsure of what the outcome would be in these new lands.