The Gathering - Orc Forum RP

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Vagud brought the bowl up to his mouth and took a swig. His eyes bugged out, his mouth scrunching up in obvious distaste for the drink, and swallowed it as fast as he can.

[Travista 1361]

Schreck'Lak, with Gnarl'Lak, would drink the concoction.

[Smaw 2376]

Those that had taken their swigs would begin to feel a sensation of peace settling in their stomachs. For a time they would recline in a state of relaxation, as Gjaak began to chant and perform some ceremonial dances to evoke the energies of the Spirits.

 

Yet before long, the feeling of peace would twist and contort into one of anxiety and depression and nausea, as past troubles would resurface once again to be confronted. The landscape before them would begin to bend unnaturally, and the colour would drain into a slate of pale grey as each Orc began to feel incredibly unwell. 

 

The shadows that clung to the trees began to break free, expanding and standing into horrifying creatures, and the plant life surrounding the camp began to drain of life and health.

 

Gijaak would set aside his staff, picking up a wooden pole that had been adorned with various leaves. He began to slap it against his palm as he chanted once more, this time in a more aggressive tone.

 

"Skût za Uruk shalk-ghaara et'ulkum!"  

 

Translation: I protect these Uruk from evil manifestations!

 

 

OOC: At this point you may proceed to RP the experience your character has, in accordance with what is detailed in the original post. Alternatively, you may request that I write an experience for you.

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Zlazh'Yar approaches the members already taking their swigs of the liquid, he peers at them as they show their distaste in the drink itself but seem more-so relaxed, he sits near his Wargoth Malog and offers himself a swig of the drink, he grits his tusks at the taste, taking it a moment after the others. It flows through his body as he attempts to keep his grip of reality, for the time being preparing himself for the next drink.

[HedgeHug 2049]

The elder shaman inhales deeply in the calming sensation that fills him, much marveling its sudden effects. Though the second he parts his lips to compliment Gijaak, his visage turns sour and he starts to cough, his vision blurred and manipulated against his will. Botg his arms swing about as his sense of balance is disrupted, his head spinning.

[Daisy 9739]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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