The Scattering

[Samoblivion 532]

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No Orcish horde guarded San'Kharak, but a brave and noble few. Those few who would stand and distract the armies of the Empire long enough for the bulk of the Orcish people to make good their escape to the jungles. In its streets Oren would find no captives to enslave, little plunder to loot - just a desolate fortress, stripped bare of value. Those that mattered, its people, were gone.

 

No sooner than it had started did the horns of Oren's victory fill the air. Siege engines stood idle for they were not needed. Wargoth Lukra'Braduk sat astride her rhino at the jungle's edge, her heart sinking. Those few had fought bravely but such odds were always suicide. The Rex, Vorgo'Yar, Orgon Slayer, and his two companions - Wargoth Morka'Vorgor, the dark elf leader of the only snaga clan, and the Dominus Khorgak'Raguk - were dead. But their sacrifice had not come in vain and they would be welcomed with the highest of honours into Stargush'Stroh, as would those stragglers who'd stayed behind to fight the good fight alongside them.

 

Another rider came alongside her, a Lur. "Wargoth, everyazh iz owt ub zyt ub Oren. Deyur'z been zum kontakt with pinkzkin zkowtz bud dey were zilenzed. Ztill, id'z likeleh dat Oren will know uv owur ezkayp zoon." Lukra nodded, taking one last look at the city. "Inform da uthur wargothz, ged everyazh tu da boatz."

 

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"KAZT OFF, GO NOW!" came the roars from dozens of boat captains as they took their vessels to sea. Thousands had gathered at the jungle's east coast to evacuate. Many had already left, and some had decided to take their chances hiding in the trees or hiding in other parts of Asul. Lukra rode down the shore, nodding to Orcs of all clans as they prepared for their long exile. She came upon a gathering of some of the other Wargoths and dismounted. "Da Rex am flat." she announced sullenly. It had been expected by all, but it still hit hard. Wargoth Turkurz'Raguk grunted "Gahk urukz agaynzt da world. Dey'll be halfway thruu da openin klompz wiv Krug in Ztarguzh'Ztroh bai now, hurr hurr." The laugh lacked mirth. The mood amongst all was sombre, despite the din of rafts and small ships being loaded and launched.

 

Lukra spoke once more. "Latz all gruk da Rex's plan. Zkatter. Lay low. We'll looze azh zkah lowd ub peepul tu Oren... bud dey kannub fynd uz all." Wargoth Jukha of the Lurs growled up "Hrmph. Dey kan trai. Dey'll ged tired ub chazin eventualleh." Lukra nods. "May we meet agayn bruddaz." The remaining wargoths nodded as well, as all said their goodbyes and headbutted. None told the other where they were headed with their refugees, but they would head for the hidden places of the world and await a brighter day.

 

Lukra boarded the lead ship of the Braduks and had them cast off. She looked with concern at the state of this boat and all the others. They were barely seaworthy, constructed in haste and overcrowded. Many indeed would be lost in the passage, and likely many more later if Oren found these isolated bands. But somewhere, somehow, the Orcs would survive. This had happened before. In the ancient days, in a time of terror and bloodshed and homelessness for the Orcs came the great Braduk, and he took the shattered refugees of the Clash of Clans and took them to a safe haven. There they holed up and there they grew strong again. "Da days ub Kenuk am kum agayn..", Lukra murmurred to herself.

 

The ships departed in all directions. Over the coming days and months many would die and many would survive. Enclaves of the Orcish people would be established throughout the world, in fortresses and villages where few men tread. And one day, though it may take a hundred years or more, they knew that they would be one again in body as they were in soul. Oren could claim its victory today, but the Orcish people could never truly be conquered by steel and blood. Adversity was the crucible of greatness and this trial the Orcs gladly accepted, for to be a child of Krug is to live every day fighting. And the legend of Vorgo'Yar's last stand would live on forever.

 

[HedgeHug 2049]

A grey vulture, aged though swift. Delivers messages to the various leaders of orcish groups.

"Brothers and Sisters. We grief. We grief the loss of our Rex: Vorgo of Yar. Do not loose hope, for he watches over you in Stargush'Stroh. Do not lose hope for the spirits are with you. The Angathgûl shall offer temporary residence for those in need.

The letter signed: Shagarath, High Shaman of the Angathgûl.

[Shalashask 1112]

Elrach hears that the Rex prevented the other orcs from staying to fight against their will, stealing the glory of dying in battle for himself and a few others.

[Andustar 4143]

Nikolai would nod in respect at the Rex's last stand despite the overwhelming and terrifying odds.

[Slothtastic 761]

Jukha waved his hand to call all other Lurs aboard the ship, standing by his mate and child he wondered where to go next. But it had been decided by Raguk and Lur, they were to consult with each other until they had found a new place to call home. With the boats beginning to cast off he nodded to the Raguk Wargoth, now looking forward he pondered their possible plans. His Lur wolf beside him lay, protecting his pups.

 

 "Dah klan wull lib uhn! Glazug Votar!" He shouted, his clan returned the chant, Glazug Votar. For the hunt.

[MangoArt 399]

Aukha of Raguk walked the cold mountain pass toward the home of the shamans. She pulled her cloak closer to herself as she traversed the path. Soon, she found her Wargoth looking defeated and upset- his whole family (as far as he knew it) was dead or lost. She promised herself, despite the Wargoths lamentations, that they would rebuild the clan. For steel must be broken before it is forged- stronger, lighter, and better. THE RAGUKS WILL LIVE ON.

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Turkurz'Raguk, The Wargoth of Raguk called the many numbers of Raguk onto the ship.

He had lost hope. His family, missing. He had lost the Uzg.

But Aukha'Raguk assured him to not lose hope. This was a blessing from the spirits.

A broken sword, casted again in the forge to form once more.

[Ethan the epic 115]

*Azaghul Grandaxe sighs. "T'e greenskins 'ave got'en weak, in t'e eightee' yer war they stoo' stron' an' defended our keeps from oren, now t'ey 'ave los' their allies an' 'ave no 'ope left in t'is war, 'owever if ye figh' with 'onour valor an' hope even w'ere t'ere is none to be seen. T'en ye never truly lose t'e war."

[herculean_wud 3662]

Wud awakens on an adrift row boat, which was struggling to remain afloat under his weight. He looked about at the expanse of vast blue, sighing.

 

"zKAh." 

[Moby_Derp 163]

Gukdan'Raguk sat in his blargh, pondering over the recent war; his large mouth twitched and fell into a frown as he stared at the floor.

 

"Rezt in Stargush'Stroh now Bruddahz."