The Bull Survives

[Vilebranch 410]

 

  Many a sleepless night had been had by Moreg. Sleeping in the dirt had never been much of an issue in the past, but now he felt as though it actually meant something, that he deserved it, even. It was, in many ways, symbolic of his current state of being. The once prosperous clan of the Ugluks had now been reduced to nothing more than a name one or two people had, any accomplishments he could ever imagine of reaching had been snatched away from his fingertips, and the place he had once called home had been ransacked, leaving his brothers and he scattered across Axios. But surely the largest reason for his mood was the fact that he could have stopped it all. He had the opportunity to rebuild his clan as warchief, he had the opportunity to reach his greatest potential and to drive his foes before him, and he had the opportunity to go to battle against Oren and defend his brothers. All of these opportunities, wasted.

 

  However, a true-blooded Uruk such as Moreg had little time to bother himself with doubts on his past. He had only been surviving off of mice he found scampering near his feet. The already scrawny uruk had been reduced to even less by this "Fasting". Sure, he hungered, but this act of penitence seemed necessary for himself. An orc learns nothing without being punished, after all. Moreg had completely lost where he had been headed, the only noticeable surroundings were dense oak trees all around him. A small campfire had been nearly put out by the rain earlier that day and a dead, charred rat was stuck through the spit. Whilst trying to light the fire once more, he reflected on the current conditions. He realized that his conditions weren't ideal but he also realized that he was surviving. He remembered reading through Ugluk history and seeing that some of Ugluk's greatest legends were of orcs surviving and surpassing great hardships. Ever since Aegis, Ugluk has survived. And spirits help him, Ugluk will survive. From now until the end of time.

 

  The following morning, Moreg packed as many rats and mice into his bag that he could find and set his course to the seas. By the end of the week, he had already constructed a small raft and had already set sail to the East. Before reaching the darker waters, he said his prayers to Freygoth that he survive to tell this story to his kubs and his clan and he disappeared into the waters. Whether he lived through the ocean's trials or not would be for the future to decide. However, As long as he survives, The Bull survives.

 

OOC: Yeah, so the last account I had I can't access anymore so that's why you're likely asking yourself, "Who the hell is this guy?" right now. Also, first actual RP thread. So yeah, be sure to write any criticisms.

 

Edited June 5, 2025 by Vilebranch

[Aengoth 2890]

"Last I 'eard t'ere were bareleh e'en three true blooded orcs?" -Aengoth

[PraiseTheLord 868]

The Red Wargoth of Kharak remembers the Ugluks, and their Once brought honour.