Forthcoming

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

His eyes would peel open. 

Time would seem to pass through Vorgo's mind as he relaxes himself and discusses his adventures and life growing a stronger bond with his air spirit inside the deep jungle. He would not know how long he lingered amongst the trees nor did he care due to his mind clouded with the things he had seen along with his near-death experience with Orgon. As he lay upon a large branch as comfortable as he can get, a feeling of unfamiliarity would fall upon him as he peered through the denseness of the jungle. His hand would guide across his arm as he looked to the sky with the longing of the desert heat he had once fell so comfortable with. Through the many discussions he would have with his spirit his mind would focus on the moment the dwarf had distracted Orgon from his sure death.

Vorgo scoffs at himself with the thought that he had nearly ended his own life for the trading of an Elves, he'd think back remembering the rotting smells of the walls after he had lost his way and cornered himself. He remembered glaring at Orgon face to face growling in the face of fear itself, accepting his fate in order for the rest of the realm to live though in an inconvenient way as diseased bones and flesh littered the ground. He felt at peace with himself as he argued back and forth with Orgon, accepting what would come to be as a yell would protrude from the darkness surrounding himself and Orgon. A rather raspy and lung affected voice though somewhat familiar shouts out "ORK!" as a hammer would be swung into Orgon knocking him off balance providing the perfect opportunity for Vorgo to dash past him with a great strain on his muscular calves. As he pushed past Vorgo would shout "RUN!" capturing little sights through the darkness of a stout man with a vigilant grin across his face as they quickly found the exit of the maze.
 

With very little conversation that went about and also with an exchange of names, the group found themselves at the docks of Vailor as lightning struck down destroying the land and shedding blood across the floor. Hurriedly, they each ran through the chaos and crowding without any goodbye to one another, directing the others towards the boat as a massive portal stood in front of them. As people flooded the planks and boarded onto their ships, the sails would quickly set off through the portal as the land behind began to rot and burn. A quiet stream would be set under them as they entered the Spirit realm, each ship floating gallantly through the water when Vorgo peered down and smirked to see spirits wading through the stream. A disturbing thought would overcome him quickly turning the smirk into a frown as he began thinking about those who didn't see board the ships.

 

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Vorgo would be overcome with slight grief thinking about Grothmar'Gorkil and his very short return and departing, also of Thurak who appeared shortly after the death of Phaedrus'Yar along with Kahn'Braduk and his son and friend Mo'kan'Braduk. Quickly, Vorgo would snap back into reality withdrawing those thoughts from his mind in an attempt to look forward as he spectated the humongous Jungle from one of the tallest trees he could find. He slowly climbed down and returned to his lumberyard down the path from the Uzg itself. There he would begin to return his dedicancy to Jevex by sawing, chopping, and shaving wood log by log, plank by plank, until a massive makeshift table was transformed before his very eyes. He would happily stare at the creation and would happily eat on it a few times to make sure it was sturdy enough then relieving himself of his work setting off in journey of the Dreadlands.

 

As he arrived he would enter the Wahawkes camp,  he would suddenly with the courtesy of the Dark Elves be invited to an after party of a wedding. Though the life mates had to depart shortly after a few drinks, he would continue conversation with one of the Dark Elves growing an interest with their resolve to those who shame them. After a full conversation, and a headbutt of the foreheads Vorgo departed for his new home. Walking along the road through the Jungle he would take in the new sights of the nature around him, the sheer green in his sight overtakes his eyes from the barren sand he used to see every day. He would approach his blarg resting himself on the chair next to his door as he entered, relief would settle upon him as he sat looking upon the table at the dusty old tome he found upon him as he helped lead the Orcs onto the boat to escape Vailor.