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The Iron Rhinos Stand Strong


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It was a relatively warm winter morning. A now rather aged orc sat still on the edge of a lake in Mokh’Ilzgul and stared into the water, examining his reflection. His tusks had been stained with grog and ale, and cleaned with blood time and time again, and were now permanently dyed a faint yellowish colour. He passed one finger over his right tusk - what was left of it, rather. He’d lost the top half of it when he was still a young orc - not too long ago in his mind. His one good eye scanned over his face again. The large scar was still there - the scar which took his vision and what little sympathy for slaves he had.
He sighed before moving his head, and looking at both sides. His hair was still very much the same, except for his ponytail, which had been cut after fleeing the city that Oren attacked. It was now half the size, the bloodstained end left in San’Kharak to blow in the wind before inevitably withering away. He was disheartened. All he had to his name was his loincloth, and his Golok. And yet, he felt something. Not pride, for he was not proud of escaping San’Kharak and leaving his brothers behind to face an army. Not joy, no, far from it. It was something he felt only when promised free grog, when a festival was mentioned - anticipation, hope. He cast his mand back to when he first learned of the history of the Braduks, how civil war tore them apart, and they came together again, they stood strong in the face of starvation, in the face of an army many times larger than their own. They stood strong, and it seemed as though they had to stand strong yet again. And Gholug knew this. He knew that good times would soon come. He knew patience was all he needed. He would stand strong.


Ghash Nagraufom

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Far away, an 'aheral mutters something about an old uruk llir of his, "Perhaps it is about time that I find Gholug again."

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Moreg'Ugluk shudders at the mentioning of the Braduks. "Duh nub zkah wif duh Bradukz. Deyr merzilezz..."

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