A Note for the Shamans

[Smaw 2376]

 

A Message to the Shamans

 

(Gijaak'Raguk, donned in Blood Smithed Armour)

 

 

 

The ashen Orc grumbled upon hearing of the news, rolling his broad shoulders as he sighed in a moment of contemplation. He offered no response to his companion, except for the rumbling of his throat, denoting the anger and frustration that had overcome him. Before long he took to his private quarters in relative silence, approaching an enormous iron door in due course. As he looked upon the looming entrance, he reached for the keys that so often clanged against his leg. In particular, he picked one comprised of a black iron, pulling it upward to unlock the heaving door of cold metal.

 

The room itself was equally cold, and, encompassed in shadows, little could ignite the senses; save the rife smell of iron that did so permeate the air. The Orc set aside his staff as he reached for the only source of light within the room, a dimly lit torch which clung to the walls. He brought it with him as he crossed along the cracked stone floor, arriving at an oak desk which had seen better days.

 

He pulled the chair along the rubble and dust that coated the floor, it screeching with every passing moment as the Orc made his way into a seated position. He proceed to mount the small torch upon the wall, sitting for a moment in total silence, his head drooped lowly as he glanced between his feet. His stillness gave no indication of the passing of time, and all would appear as a portrait, were it not for the sparse droplets of water that crashed upon the cold floor.

 

The Orc slowly rose his head with a sigh, grumbling as he reached for the quill set upon the desk. He muttered to himself as he began to write on crumpled parchment.

 

"Flâgît..."

 

 

To Those of Mokh'Ilzgul

 

 

 

Brothers and Sisters of the Mokh'Ilzgul, to you I address this letter, in the hope that the storm of civil unrest will soon settle. 

 

It has come to my attention that deep unrest has been stirred between our two settlements, that have clung, so fervently to life after the near destruction wrought upon our people by the Human Empire. Yet it would seem you have once again stirred the pot of unrest, choosing not to learn the harsh lessons of your predecessors. I do wonder, must the Spirits force this punishment upon you for a second time?

 

Many of you are likely unaware of who I am, for I have been quiet in my meanderings as of late. I will introduce myself formally in this message as Gijaak'Raguk, a member of one of the primary clans of this conflict, it would seem. I too, as those of your organisation, am proficient in the workings of the Spirits, and serve as a perfect conduit for a handful in particular.

 

Let it be known that I wish for this conflict to cease immediately, for the wisdom of the Spirits would protest against it as I do. We must unite once again and heal the wounds of warfare, so that we may grow strong once again, and so that we may serve the inhabitants of Stargush'Stroh. Wrong has been done by both parties, and no one is entirely to blame.

 

You are welcome within our new stronghold, and I urge all of you with sense to partake in trade and civil activities once more, and to forego this onslaught of cursing.

 

To those that wish to continue with this conflict, I offer my sincerest apologies, for the trauma you will come to experience will know no equal in this mortal realm. You will be captured, and you will beg on your broken knees for death.

 

And when you receive it, you will not find solace in the Spirit Realm. Instead, you will face suffocation and the cold embrace of iron, for a realm of sapped strength and total despair awaits. Within looms a Spirit so terrifying and starved it drools in anticipation, hungering for your company. It yearns to revel in your suffering, and in your eternal damnation; of which I guarantee.

 

Please reconsider this conflict. You need not suffer. 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

The red Chieftain sat on an chair, his arms folded,

"Why does it all happen to Orok? Why to one of MY men?"

[Pandasan 74]

Olnin giggled to himself at the news nearly dropping the glass bottle in his hands, "Another Raguk with a complaint but this one knows shamanism. Who is he to speak for the Spirits in the realm? To pretend to be a figure for them when he himself does not show his face for such a long time. He comes out of thin air!"

 

The goblin started to pace around the dim cave, staring down at the running waters before kneeling and moving to fill the empty glass bottle.

 

"Then again Phaedrus had expected such a doom of Vailor when it came to tamper of Spirit business. However, we argue in the Mortal Realm. Civil Wars have come and gone before with few Spirit interactions. Then this buffoon decides to involve them in this 'protest'! What they fail to realize is the Shaman guild do not belong to the orcs. So silly of them to be selfish!" Olnin rose with the bottle filled to the brim.

 

"Oh the responses I await... In the meantime I continue my brews! Yes!"

 

With that conclusion, the Witch waddled into his room to begin his rituals.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

The note nestles at the corner of Thurak's desk, crumpled. Clutter- of all sorts, in fact, including paper, charcoal and parchment- spills elsewhere across its surface, capturing seas of pointless words on their yellowed faces. Thurak ponders some of the more pointless of them.

"Ah zip tea wiff Orgol agh wulk freehli from Kor'z door. Da Yung Raguk wil beh deztroi'd, hiz vaniti upon dat prezipize."

[Panashea 3327]

Kulgarok places the Raguk's horns atop his mantle, the first of many to come. He finds the letter a joke, a note made in jest, tossed into the fires as waste should.

 

Giijak. I find your words, though spoken with intelligence; unlike your clanmates, holds the same arrogance as Turkurz and his dishonored grunt. I do not fear your spirits, nor do I fear the power you claim to have. This fortress, this dominion will fall if led by the fools who started this conflict. Seek reconciliation and forgiveness, lest more tusks donne my trophy room.

[HedgeHug 2049]

Shagarath has none to add to those words of his brotherin'

[herculean_wud 3662]

21 hours ago, Just a Panda said:

Olnin giggled to himself at the news nearly dropping the glass bottle in his hands, "Another Raguk with a complaint but this one knows shamanism. Who is he to speak for the Spirits in the realm? To pretend to be a figure for them when he himself does not show his face for such a long time. He comes out of thin air!"

 

The goblin started to pace around the dim cave, staring down at the running waters before kneeling and moving to fill the empty glass bottle.

 

"Then again Phaedrus had expected such a doom of Vailor when it came to tamper of Spirit business. However, we argue in the Mortal Realm. Civil Wars have come and gone before with few Spirit interactions. Then this buffoon decides to involve them in this 'protest'! What they fail to realize is the Shaman guild do not belong to the orcs. So silly of them to be selfish!" Olnin rose with the bottle filled to the brim.

 

"Oh the responses I await... In the meantime I continue my brews! Yes!"

 

With that conclusion, the Witch waddled into his room to begin his rituals.

 

from afar an uruk hears the gay gobos crap, 'gib id azh rezt, wyll lat?'