A call to Faith

[HedgeHug 2049]

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With the nose of his bridge pressed in between his elderly digits, Shagarath contemplated. A thing that had started to hit him more and more often in these days came to mind once more. In silence and with closed eyes he thought and thought. He then rose from his seated form, heaving himself up on his staff, and paced towards the grand library of Mokh'Ilzgûl. In between the books and scrolls, he took a map displaying the discovered parts of Axios. Swiftly his digit swept over the surface of the paper, halting in few places as he muttered to himself: "Heerrr.... Heerrr... und heerrr...." He sighed. "Hauw dividud wi am..." The shaman left the library with the map, and walked back to his tent to remain there for several days, in solitude.

 

On the seventh of Malins Welcome, 1584 the following scroll can be found at many places and noticeboards spread across Axios.

 

My brothers... My sisters... My Children...

 

This cannot go any longer, for it pains me too much to see. For now, with the Uzg abolished by these invading foreign forces, with the uruks scattered without purpose, you stand leaderless. I am sure some of you took hold of the chains that remain of the mighty warmachine that we once were, but I do know that  this is not to last. For we are still scattered around this realm, there is no unity anymore. And without this we stand weak. Thus I press all of you,

 

to come home

 

Home to Mokh'Ilzgul, here where the Angathgûl governs. For it is here where we hold that what is most important dear: The Spirits. It is here... where the great shamans live, united. Scattered we are without connection to Them. Without this... guidance too comes to fall. A decline in faith in the Great Spirits that we all know can and will help us though this difficult time. Thus I press all of you,

 

to be faithful

 

Faithful in the spirits, for they have not forgotten you. Praise them and do not loose faith. Follow their path, the path of Angatgûl. Our doors have always been open, from the moment we departed from the Uzg in those desperate times. And I tell thee, that they are open now, still.

 

With open arms we warmly welcome those that have not lost their faith in the great spirits, that have not lost their faith in a united people. For if we serve the spirits in numbers, they shall rise in power and grand us their strength, their wisdom and most of all... hope. Thus I press all of you,

 

to seek hope

 

I must confess, that this will not be easy on you. For one must most likely adapt... to overthrow the old ways and make room for new ones. For the Angathgûl might seek friends where you have none, speak of others that you despise of. No doubt it shall be hard, to adjust to our new ways, but it is most necessary to do this. Adapt and Adjust to the Spirits ways.

 

Afâr'Ilzgûl, Lûp'Ilzgûl

 

Fear the Spirits, Praise the Spirits

 

Shagarath of Yar

 

High Shaman of the Angathgûl, Founder of Mokh Ilzgûl, 

Dominus under Kharak of Raguk,

Speaker of the Dead, Smith of the Gentharuz, Doctor of Witchcraft and Misery.

Servant of Orgon, Servant of Xaakt, Servant of Phaedrus.

 

Attached is a note with a link to information on the Angathgûl: The Shamanic Order

 

 

 

[Moby_Derp 163]

Gukdan'Raguk would read the letter, glad that Angathgul is beginning to reach out for their lost brethren.

 

"Diz am hozh... Mi hope dat mi will peep upon mi lozt bruddah's azh more...  Afâr'Ilzgûl, Lûp'Ilzgûl!"

[Ethan the epic 115]

"Yub yub yub, Vorgo's flat wiull nuwt bi iun vuin." *Grokal says, praying to the spirits for a good orcish future.

[Dakirennis 959]

Dak'ir purses his lips as he overlooks Mokh'Ilzgul from the perch of his home. The snow fell soft this night. His lazy gaze scanning the shamans, orc and elf alike, that wander hither and thither between their homes and cavern dens. A sense of foreboding coming to the ashen skinned servant of the Spirits at the news of this announcement. A fear that a repeat may occur from the uruks who put power before the safety of their people... The apprentice exhales, his breath filling his view.

 

"Ancestors watch over us. Spirits guide us." 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

"Uneytid wih ztahnd deyr bruddah."

-Wargoth Turkurz'Raguk

 

The Clan of Raguk rides into the capital with their Myrzym, All smiling but one, Turkurz'Raguk.

They pledge to stand with the Angathul and their ways the best they can.