PraiseTheLord 868 Share Posted November 14, 2016 Spoiler Sand of the East It had been many years since the Uruks wandered the Ocean of Sand. But scurrying through the blazing heat, two Orcs would walk, chatter echoeing through the Rather empty terrain. "So, what have you been doing these last few days, Orok?" An chieftain asked, turning his burnt face towards Orok. Silence "Brother? Are you alright?" The Chieftain stopped in his tracks, furrowing his brow in a worried expression. "Not particularly." "What had happened?" "The day you were cursed by the witch, Olnin, I went to Shagarath to speak, to Speak of piece." A gust of wind overflew them, some weeds getting ripped from the shallow sand. "Yes?" "He cursed me, Chieftain. An curse to sap my strength and make me weak for all time." The red chieftain's shoulders fell, All had been going good, The assassination of John Owyn, Artimec's step down. But now this? His hands swiftly found themselves forming fists. "An act of whitewashery. An act of cowardice and hatred." He spat at the sand, glaring at seemingly nothing. "Brother, your strength lies not in the arms, but in the head." He shakes his head. "Do not worry, this curse will be lifted." The vulture's message. Not too long after, a vulture lands at Mohk Izgul, home of the Angathul. Carrying a Note, it'd leave it on Shagarath's doorstep, placing a rock ontop. "Shagaraff of Yar. You have committed an act, that when the Uzg still stood, could be described as whitewashery. Cursing a brother. The War-Uzg may have fallen, but our laws have not. Ask your Goblin where we reside, and come here. To lift a curse, if it is not lifted, Bloodshed may occur to whom we will consider Whitewashes." -Turkurz'Raguk Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
OzYmandi 647 Share Posted November 14, 2016 Orok'd watch the vulture fly, sitting on the campfire of the new Desert Camp. "I misunderstood Shagarath, it seems... Well, something un-imaginable for the Orc kin is a bout to burst out, all because of a simple curse..." Orok sighs... "May the Spirits guide us thorough this tough times..." The Black Orc mutters, walking inside the House, a sad look settling uppon his face as he walks in. ((OOC: Written in common so people can simply read.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ducklingator 795 Share Posted November 14, 2016 "Trouble, anger and fear!" An elfess casually mused upon hearing the news, producing a soft chuckle. "There isn't anything better I could possibly ask for." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boomzerang 515 Share Posted November 14, 2016 Gholug'Braduk scowls. "History is repeating itself, brother. A history I hoped never to experience for myself." He'd mutter, carving different designs into his rhino, Zhunbo's front horn. "I fear we shall return to the lives the children of Braduk once lived." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HedgeHug 2049 Share Posted November 14, 2016 "Afâr'Ilzgûl, Lûp'Ilzgûl" Fear the Spirits, Praise the Spirits Spoiler Calmly the shaman walked out of his blargh, stumbling on the note that was left for him. Taking the scroll back into his tent the orc sat down. He opened it and with no visible expression took in all the words it contained, to then proceed to cast the paper into the fireplace with a muffled grunt. "So it is, hmm..." He groans. "Long have I waited to result to this, for I expected the orcs that so blindly followed you to recognize your failure. Which I did in vain, wasting precious time. " Shagarath crosses both legs, and calmly lays both his hands with palms facing downwards atop his knees. Humming a calm tune, leading to chanting, his spirit then leaves to a realm beyond his own. - - ~ - - By the time the orc woke up, night had already fallen on Mokh'Ilzgûl. Luara's silver light reflected on the resting body of water, all is silent. Sitting upright from his laying position, the words of the redskin repeated again and again, to the point he even mutters them himself : "Bring him, to Me." - - ~ - - Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ethan the epic 115 Share Posted November 14, 2016 *Grokal sits silently in the sands thinking about the acts the other day. "The shaman was right to banish us from his camp, but cursing my brothers with his gobo pet? Huh, and he calls us honourless, true strength is displayed by fist, not cowardly prancing about hoping for the spirits to fight for them, shamanism is a way to praise and connect to the spirits, not to be used as a weapon." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vilebranch 410 Share Posted November 14, 2016 Moreg sits in silence, his hands folded over his head in distress. A brief sigh escapes him. "So the children of Krug face infighting once again... How shall we rebuild our Uzg if we continue to curse and kill over petty disagreements?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slothtastic 761 Share Posted November 14, 2016 The Chieftan of Lur at in the ravine, the new City would be somewhere else. But this, this would be the clan hall for Lur, and their homes. As he heard of the letter he smiled, "The shamans will not be forgiven for cursing their own brothers. This is an act of Whitewashery. That goblin, Olnin should be punished for the curses he inflicted upon hi- no. He is not a brother. He is whitewash. He has cursed us more than once." He growled. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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