The Death of Kharak'Raguk

[Smaw 2376]

Mirdautas Vras

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sweltering heatwave spread across the Jungles of Asul as the scorching rays of the rising sun ushered in the morning. The trees of the Jungle stood stalwart as ever, a direct contrast to the hustle and bustle of life that had awoken beneath the dense blanket of foliage. The sun grew more intense as the humid air swept through the land, hugging at all that could feel its presence; a reminder furthermore of how all-encompassing the domain of Zagbal was.

 

Yet an otherworldly aura began to permeate the dark corners of the Jungle, accompanied by the barest whisper of a breeze; Insects of all kind began to stir as a tall and slender man began to materialise within the shrub. His skin was dark as the oak that surrounded him, highlighted by ivory tattoos that almost resembled bone. As he slumped onto the grass beneath him, his form took full shape, and a wooden mask that bore a grin sat comfortably upon his hidden visage.

 

As the Insects approached in curiosity, the being began to peer around in a languid reticence, inclining his head as he inspected his audience. He chuckled as beings of all kind began to congregate around him, before offering out his open palm to his winged companions. One of the Insects promptly flew onto his tattooed hand, sitting upon his flesh with little caution. The man inclined his head once again, inspecting the insect that had borne such an unhesitating welcome to him.

 

Suddenly, his hand withdrew into a clenched fist, and the insect became enclosed in his fleshy cage, screeching in pain as thick streams of blood began to seep from the man’s hand.

 

The life that once surrounded him dispersed in an instant as he chuckled once again, wiping the remnants of the winged creature upon his leg before rising to stand.

 

Meanwhile, Kharak’Raguk sat, slumped in his throne. The bridge leading to his domain creaked intermittently as the small waterfall within the cave complex slithered down the wall, continuing the million year erosion that had withered away at the existing stone.

 

He blew out a deep sigh as he swung his ankle left and right, apparently bored with the lack of visitors. His position as Rex had reached become less involved as the Orcs began to settle into their new Uzg in the deep Jungles of Axios. They were prospering significantly there, and the Rex had no need to interfere upon the surface.

 

Instead, he sat within the Cave of Rexes, awaiting queries, tribute, and seemingly existing only to resolve arguments among the Uruk..

 

He looked upon the stone walls with idle eyes, contemplating his past. It seemed he had returned to his previous existence; stuck beneath a cave as he was decades ago under the reign of his Raguk Wargoth. Despite now being in a position greater than his predecessor, he continued to feel the looming sense of entrapment.

 

Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation washed over the Rex, causing him to stand from his throne in a cautious manner.

 

 

 

He looked toward the exit of the cave for a moment, standing in silence as his eye’s focus began to drift and wander. The deep feeling of disturbance shook the Rex as he peered around the interior of the cave, looking into every nook and corner with curiosity.

 

Upon finding nothing of significance he proceeded to walk forward, urged by some unknown force in what appeared to be something of a trance-like state.

 

Kharak soon arrived at an opening in the Jungle. Becoming aware of his surroundings, he looked onward as the screeches and cries of the surrounding animal life permeated his ears, and the stench of hot iron ignited his sense of smell. His eye set upon the bridge before him, which was littered with the bodies of Jungle beasts. Among them, several Orcs lay, battered and bruised beyond recognition.

The Rex squinted as he looked toward the central boulder that stood defiantly around the waters, as rays of the sun pierced down upon his eye. He held up his hand to shade his sight, inspecting the bridge that lead to the top of the giant rock.

 

 

The masked man was sat on the floor, several wooden spears lying around him in a circle. The tips were smeared in blood, as was the man himself. Kharak offered a disconcerted frown as he trudged to the top of the boulder, preparing his war axe with caution.

 

Kharak stood before the man, who continued to sit on the floor. He inclined his head to the side in a common habit, seemingly assessing the Rex that stood before him. Kharak nervously did the same, gripping the hilt of his weapon as he spoke out.

 

“What are you doing here, Spirit?” He asked, his tone gruff. The Spirit offered no response for a time, and the Jungle fell silent as only the dancing of the waters below rang through the air.

 

It finally remarked, standing in a languid movement as it chuckled slightly to itself.

“Making up for lost time.”

 

“What?” Kharak asked, stepping back slightly as he brought his axe up in a defensive position.

 

“Calm, now. Calm down.” It said, wafting it’s hand at him. “I have come to offer your people a gift, young Rex.” The Spirit added, the spears that lay around him shaking slightly as the earth around them hummed.

 

“A gift?” He asked, grunting in suspicion as he continued to grip the hilt of his weapon tightly. He edged forward slightly, noting the vibrations that were coming from the spears strewn out upon the ground. “What is this?” He asked.

 

“An honourable death.” The Spirit muttered, opening out its arms as the spears flew into the air, circling his form in his approach forward.

 

The Rex continued to hold out his axe, his expression meshing into a mixture of concern and intrigue. The Spirit thrusted one of his hands forward, a spear from the group flying outward in a strike toward Kharak. The Orc struck out his axe in an attempt to veer it from its path, managing to knock it away. He then drew closer to the Spirit, attempting to bridge the gap between them. The Spirit sent out another spear, which the Rex proceeded to deflect once again.

 

As Kharak attempted to slash at the Spirit it quickly jumped back, chuckling as the Orc roared in irritation. The Rex gritted his teeth as his sight fell upon the Spirit, the Bloodlust within him now coursing through his veins. The bloody mess that surrounded the two had served to further fuel the Rex' curse, and he quickly burst into a blind rage, running forward as he held up his axe.

 

The Spirit sent the spears into the sky, swiftly procuring a small blade from the belt around his waist. He brought it up in time to clash with the Rex, and the two began to flurry against one another as steel clashed upon steel.

 

The experience of these two warriors became apparent as they continued to clash, each receiving minor injuries as they fought upon the stained earth. The Rex utilised his inherited strength to eventually knock the Spirit backward, serving an amputating strike upon the Spirit’s left arm as he crashed toward the dirt.

 

Suddenly, the Spirit brought down one of the spears. It edged from the right, where the Rex was unable to detect it, having had his right eye blinded many years ago.

 

It struck into his side, and the Rex roared in pain, his Bloodlust powering his ability to fight through the injury as he continued to strike against his opponent. The Spirit recoiled as he could only weakly protect himself under the blows. As he shuffled back, he threw his good arm upward as he sent down a pair of spears.

 

They both promptly sunk into the Rex, who began to slow as his body became heavily wounded. Small trickles of blood began to stream along his already crimson flesh as he stepped slowly forward. His breathing continued in a rapid and heavy pace, his one good eye fixated on the Spirit.

 

His pupil grew large as a laugh formed upon his face, for his Bloodlust was all he could feel in the current moment. He sunk forward, continuing his attempted assault upon the Spirit. But another spear flew from the sky, piercing Kharak’s leg. He then dropped to his knee, trying to shuffle forward, driven evermore by the curse his people had received so long ago.

 

Yet the Spirit was unrelenting in his fearful assault, sending another flurry of spears at Kharak. The Rex received them all, each digging into his organs as he paused in a bloody mess, looking upon the Spirit as his breathing began to wane.

 

He smirked lucidly at him, ushering his last word as he huffed in mild amusement.

 

 

“Skah.”

 

 

Kharak'Raguk was dead.
 

 

 

OOC:

 

Well, that's it Ladies and Gents. It's been a good run, but all things must come to an end.

 

I would like this post to serve as both my PK event and my resignation thread. It is time for fresh blood to take the mantle of Rex, since a fresh perspective is always necessary.

 

In truth, I've grown tired of the near relentless work that being Rex demanded of me. It was a long grind to get us to where we are, and I'm burnt out. It would be unfair for me to continue. I hope at least some of my efforts will continue, and help in improving the Orcs as a whole. 

 

You're a great community with a strong bond, little OOC drama, and an extensive tapestry of lore to draw from. I hope to see you taking full advantage of that as time goes on.

 

Event:

 

Additionally, this post serves as the introduction to an event series that will be taking place within the Jungles of Asul, and perhaps beyond. When the ET are once again ushered in, I'd like to work with them to create a meaningful event line for you all. I'll still be around, but mostly observing from the shadows of intermittent activity. 

Final Comment:

 

In terms of leadership, the current circle will now decide who will take the title. In my personal opinion, I would like to see DivineJustice take lead, for he seems the most suitable.

 

See you around.

[Bardmancer 942]

Nurena'Yar bows her head, raising her mug of water in memory of the fallen Rex as she hears the news. 

[idiot 502]

Glurg the Orc cries out when he hears the news, "GuG'yE BuBhOzH ReX." He mumbles, retreating into his abode, looking over to his smithy where he sets to work on making a weapon in honour of the Rex.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

"Rezd en peez." Fizldank says.

[Stump 709]

2 minutes ago, DarkSainthood said:

Nurena'Yar bows her head, raising her mug of water in memory of the fallen Rex as she hears the news. 

A slave wipes a tear as Nurena toasts to the dead Rex with the mug of water she served.

[Golin'Dar 151]

A shaking corrupted goblin cries:

"KHARAK ERA HAZ FALLEN! GAJAL FLAGZ!"

He beats himself in the chest.

"Krug'Gijaak! Krugmar! Kharak!"

[Boomzerang 515]

Upon hearing the news, Gholug would return to his home, lighting some green on fire in Kharak's honour

 

((Rest in Peace, man. You were a great Rex))

[PraiseTheLord 868]

The clang of a Anvil could be heard as Turkurz'Raguk Makes a Balanced Sword, glaring at his hammer "Mih duuhbt wih wuhll feyhnd anuddah ahz Bub'hozh... eehf Uhnleh." 

 

 

(( It has been magnificent. ))

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

Gargrun`Gorkil would lower his head somberly, shaking his head and then grumbling to himself "Whu bi Rehx nuw?", before walking away from the grave of the orc who ushered in the end of Vailor, Kharak the Destroyer of Worlds, Kharak, Rex of the Uzg.

[Slothtastic 761]

Jukha would hear of the death, a frown appearing on his face as he'd remember the good Rex, and sad that he could not make it to the festival. "Gug'ye Rehx, laht am dah hozhezt Rehx mi hab ebur peep'd."

[PraiseTheLord 868]

(( Press F to pay respects... F ))

[2samspan 241]

With a heavy heart, Mrakal would step out of his blarg, his hair glittering red from redstone, to take a break from his work. "Zheym mi kud nub hev bin heeyur zuunur. Mi wundur iv da pinkiez agh twiggiez wyl zelubreyt hym flat'n." 

 

((I really do wish I had come back sooner, since Orcs seem like they were really interesting during your rule. I'm glad to hear you want to try and keep working with us, but I hope you don't push yourself to try and stay involved if you have real life stuff to do as well.))

[Panashea 3329]

Kulgarok'Lak makes his way down to the Rex's throne, placing Kharak's blade before it. He looks to the seat, "Iz a big ass to fill."

[Jentos 9425]

Raveran Blackwood looks down, the news coming from his friend, Turkurz

He would clench his fist and mutter a small prayer:

"May thou sit with thou's spirits and his father's father. Noble Rex." 

[Trenchist 864]

The Raguk Elder Zislag, dead for a long while now, losing his past memories that he shared with the Rex in hard work, bloodied wars, hunts and constructions. The last orc to know Zislag is now gone, followed with Zislag's past.

 

((OOC))

I still can't forget the time you began going to the Iron Uzg in Vailor with your high elf. It is obvious the rich culture and community of the orcs you butned there just trapped you there, you carried me along with you to the Uzg, slowly you developed in the ranks, with time you became the Raguk leader. With time yku managed to earn the title of a Rex, With endless hours of entertainment and fun, not only the hunts you arranged but the wars you began, the events, stories, lore, guides and projects you brought. Your name is already marked in the history of the Uzg, something that not everyone could have. It's been fun. ;)