The Torch Is Passed

[MangoArt 399]

The Torch Is Passed

 

The Day ages slowly as the sky begins to turn a pale orange. A heavily armored orc approached the Raguk clan hall, practicing a speech in her head she had repeated so many other times before. She stalked down the hall in silence, approaching the resting ash skinned uruk who sat on the throne. The temperature rose, but that wasn't why she was sweating. Gradually, she worked up the courage to speak... "Bruddah, We need to Blah."

 

"Hrm?" Grumbled Gijaak from behind his mask, his attention caught by Aukha.

 

"Lat are not around enough, Gijaak. Nub Hard Feelings, but lat have done nothing for the clan. Raguk needs a leader." Said the red skinned fe-Uruk. She tried to keep a calm expression, but inside she was terrified. Gijaak chuckled softly from behind his mask, standing up and stepping off his throne.

 

 

"You?" He asked.

 

"Raguk's numbers are dwindling, lat are never around, agh lat have done nothing for the clan. Sadly, mi ask lat for the throne. Raguk needs a leader."

 

"What makes lat think lat can lead the clan?"

 

"Well... Mi am strong, mi have been a raguk for a long tik, mi am a hozh communicator, agh mi gruk wub the people want."

 

"I'll drink to that."  From his satchel, the Spirit Smith procured a bottle of some sort of alcoholic liquid. He took a swig from it, before looking back to Aukha. "Mi did nub hold this position out of Want, but out of need. Mi have been waiting for some azh to challenge mi." He stepped aside, waving to the throne.

 

"Lat mean...?" She seemed quite surprised as she took the throne with no struggle or combat. She sighed deeply, reclining in the chair.

 

"Mi give lat mi strength..." He gave the new Wargoth a bracelet- a blessed one. It would grant the wearer some strength, and if they uttered the right words, it would grant them temporary considerable strength.

 

"Rulg. Gijaak, for latz services as Wargoth agh latz honor, mi appoint lat Elder. Continue lat'z war on the undead, mi friend." She smiled at Gijaak, and reclined in her throne. She had reached her dream, and now looked forward to leading her clan to greatness. The Wargoth sat, content...

 

 

[Slothtastic 761]

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[Inkthorn 1434]

"I literally cannot understand orcspeak." comments Sylvestre.

[Slothtastic 761]

11 minutes ago, Lyonharted™ said:

"I literally cannot understand orcspeak." comments Sylvestre.

Somewhere someone wonders how a Human would even have this knowledge!

[Mabah 156]

((I'll translate the post for anyone who needs it.))

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The Day ages slowly as the sky begins to turn a pale orange. A heavily armored orc approached the Raguk clan hall, practicing a speech in her head she had repeated so many other times before. She stalked down the hall in silence, approaching the resting ash skinned uruk who sat on the throne. The temperature rose, but that wasn't why she was sweating. Gradually, she worked up the courage to speak... "Brother, we need to speak."

 

"Hrm?" Grumbled Gijaak from behind his mask, his attention caught by Aukha.

 

You are not around enough, Gijaak. No Hard Feelings, but you have done nothing for the clan. Raguk needs a leader." Said the red skinned fe-Uruk. She tried to keep a calm expression, but inside she was terrified. Gijaak chuckled softly from behind his mask, standing up and stepping off his throne.

 

 

"You?" He asked.

 

"Raguk's numbers are dwindling, you are never around, and you have done nothing for the clan. Sadly, I ask you for the throne. Raguk needs a leader."

 

"What makes you think you can lead the clan?"

 

"Well... I am strong, I have been a raguk for a long time, I am a good communicator, and I know what the people want."

 

"I'll drink to that."  From his satchel, the Spirit Smith procured a bottle of some sort of alcoholic liquid. He took a swig from it, before looking back to Aukha. "I did not hold this position out of Want, but out of need. I have been waiting for someone to challenge me." He stepped aside, waving to the throne.

 

"You mean...?" She seemed quite surprised as she took the throne with no struggle or combat. She sighed deeply, reclining in the chair.

 

"I give you my strength..." He gave the new Wargoth a bracelet- a blessed one. It would grant the wearer some strength, and if they uttered the right words, it would grant them temporary considerable strength.

 

"Thank you, Gijaak, for you services as Wargoth and your honor, I appoint you Elder. Continue  your war on the undead, my friend." She smiled at Gijaak, and reclined in her throne. She had reached her dream, and now looked forward to leading her clan to greatness. The Wargoth sat, content...

 

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