A Return and Death

[PraiseTheLord 868]

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The heavy weight of silence went over the Uzg, preparing for the first war against Oren, the Clang of Turkurz' steel hammer on the heavily dented anvil was the only sound. That is, if you had not counted the collapse of his body, as a fist found itself slamming into his temple and his vision fading. Poor kub.

To me, he still seemed young, he is- was 72. Quite a young age by Orc standards.

Have I heard of him in recent years? In the decades since I had left him? Of course I have, and I say I was quite fond of his stories. If only it had occurred to me how reckless the Wargoth could be.

 

While sitting infront of the hearth, heat seeking into my skin, I awaited his eyes to flutter open. Of course he had waken after a few hours of snores.

"Took your tik." I said, hearing him attempting a rather poorly executed stealthy approach. My voice was guttural and deep, and my fingers whitened as they clutched the seat's uncomfortable armrests.

"W-Who are you?" He queried, worry in his voice before showing his display of confidence. "Where are we?" 

"It would be wise not to raise your voice to me." I replied, stretching my legs to the floor, muscles tightening as I pushed myself up. I stood, back straight. "After all, it had been required for this meeting to take place. Away from your arrogant errands in that pitiful Uzg." I said calmly, my hands reaching to my back as I stood there, eyeing the frosted cottage. 

"Face me, coward!" He roared and swang his crimson arm wildly forward, dragging his feet and making quite the noise. I took a step to my right, back still facing Turkurz as I brought my hand forward, inspecting the state of my hand and the wounds that had been brought to me in past years. "Reckless, no use of proper footwork, no use of elegance. Rather of brutish strength. And you quite wonder why Shagaraff despises you? You are rash, and it pains my eyes to bear that thought." I heard his feet pushing the carpet as he faced me. "I would'a pommeled ye if ye faced me in hand te hand combat, glob."

A hoarse sound of hissing and clomping sounds emerged from my jaw, and as I turned I saw his face turn from anger, into a flurry of emotions. Anger, surprise, doubt and lastly fear. And I grimaced at that fact.

The fact that I thought he had become a coward. 

 

"F-Father?"

My face stayed with no emotion. "Well who else, boy?"

 

I still relish the surprise my kub gave me when he saw me, though a bit dissapointed, I perked up my eyebrow. "B-But how? You're dead!" He exclaimed, his hands forming fists and his face reddening. I noticed he started shaking in fury. He seemed to fancy the thought of me abandoning him. "I am swallowed by dissapointment that you think I am so easily killed." I scrounged up my nose in bemusement.

"You no doubt took my advice about which clan to join? You joined Yar, did you not? Following Malog?" Of course I already knew the answer, My . . . Friends guaranteed he joined Raguk, poisoning his mind in order to favour the clan, as weak as he was. He had no place in Raguk. A smith, but a one easily devoured by the likeliness of giving up.

A smith, nevertheless not a Raguk.

 

"Yar? Bahaha! You must be joking, you old fool. Raguk is my place." He beamed with pride. "I became wargoth! And you? Nothing. Clanless, a mere shadow in the Uzg's success."

Still, my face devoid of expression. Inside I was smiling, my heart beaming. "You make me proud. You have fufilled the plans I have thought of you once you were Ashty, Life-Mate to Shazul'Lur, the whitewash."

At that moment, I knew I struck a nerve inside him. In a normal Orc, shame or sadness would flow through their veins. Though I knew him all too well. 

His face composed in rage, his fists clenching as he rushed over to pick up the chair I once sat on. I merely turned, my gaze glaring daggers at him. He had reacted as I had imagined. Anger, recklessness. He was born under Aanzrii after all, the month of Paxahru. I merely took a step forward to intercept him, sending two fingers approximately 2 inches under his chin, jabbing at his adam's apple, as some would call it.

 

He stopped, taking a step back, gurgling on spit. "I quite believe you fufilled your purpose, Turkurz, with many-a extra steps I could not have thought of. Oh, how you have kicked the Clan down the steps! Equality of clans in the Uzg once again." He looked at me, his expression shifting into a stern glare, the penny had dropped. He understood now, my plan. Raguk was as a Myrzym in the social ladder of Uzg clans. A strong few, they were. Especially their leader, Kharak. However the grave of Vailor, and the Civil war under Malgunuz' reign had told me enough. Other had to rise, and so one had. Pok.

 

"Zkah'n ****! Mi wule lyfe, deceived!" He roared, only now realizing the shadow of lies he had lived in. Believing he was truly making the clan better, quite the opposite.

"Oh yes. Yes, child. Was it not you that killed unarmed? Of which somehow stayed Wargoth for so long? No Red-Blooded Raguk in the clan to oppose you. The only suitable leaders would have been that Klobberra fellow, aswell as Gijaak. But you-" I wagged my finger at Turkurz, my son. "-you have not allowed them to rise. Klobberra, whisked away by the skygods. Gijaak, staying the mere grunt. You. You stayed there, every passing moment of your reign as if the clan itself was dying, members had started dissapearing, you think that a mere coincidence, my child? You think they left?"  It was at this moment I saw his face boiling up, as the first expression crossed my face. "You were a Failure to the Uzg, to everyone. Me, mother, Shazul, This friend of yours, Jukha. To Torvin. To Yourself." I let that stay in the air, before he charged. I had not wished to drive him to the length of bloodlust. But he was a disease to the descendants of Krug. I sighed, and our battle ensued, and just as quickly as it began, it ended.

I moved forward, my foot extended, and keeping my balance, I took hold of his ears, bringing them down to my boot. With a crack he fell limp, and I straightened my back again, eyeing the fire.

 

"And so the cure has been found. Enjoy your undeserved Stargush'Stroh, my child."

 

 

Spoiler

This RP Has since been voided

 

[Slothtastic 761]

Jukha welcomes Turkurz to Stargush'Stroh with open arms, his Lur wolf standing next to him. "Welkum, mi bruddah."

[OzYmandi 647]

Orok simply awaits there, silent as a dead man. "What could lat have possibly do, brother... Welcome... Welcome to the place I so awaited and watched your glory nly for it to be devastated... Welcome, my brother. Welcome."

[Pixelation4 24]

Boneuk remembers the uruk who gave him a place in Clan Raguk, despite his parentage.

[MangoArt 399]

An old friend of the orc approaches him in Stargush'Stroh. His face was tired and scarred, and he looked to Turkurz. He was speechless, grinding his teeth as he thought of something to say. Yug had waited for his friends Jukha and Turk to join him in Stargush'Stroh, but he had hoped that it would not be too soon. He had hoped that his friends would be taken at their times, or perhaps in glorious battle. But no, Turkurz killed by his own father and Jukha by unknown means. He was saddened, disappointed... But he knew it was just the way things turned out. He could do nothing but greet his friend. Although he may have been arrogant and rather blind, he was a good friend. He always stood by Yug's side, ready to protect his brethren. Yug walked forward, "I'm sorry it had to be this way. Welcome to Stargush'Stroh." He head-butted him in greeting...

[Daisy 9739]

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

 

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