The Rex

[_pok_ 1768]

Stretched out across the mesa like a beautiful snake, lights from small fires all over the grand city of San’Torr flickered in the night as the Rex looked over his creation for the final time. His eyes heavy with regret and his heart drowned in sorrow, nothing could absolve him of the bottomless pit of guilt that shook him to his very core. For half a decade, the Rex once hailed as the savior of his race found himself locked in a fit of madness and tyranny as he purged those with whom he argued, forcing many dissenters into exile or submission. Mercy became a banned word in the House of the Rex as those whom he deemed traitors met swift ends, their heads promptly stuck upon the walls of the palace; walls now stained with thick coats of dried blood.

Engraved in his mind, the faces of the dissenters whom he eliminated now remained burned into the mind of the Rex. Even his dreams could not escape their haunting visages as his mind tortured him with flashes of those insidious fits of tyranny: the burning of Jukha’lur, the slaughter of the Raguks, the trampling and beheading of Lukra’Braduk. Soon after regaining his sanity, the Rex found that he wished to return to his state of madness for atleast then he could find some comfort in these deaths for with a clear mind the Rex only found regret and shame. Inescapable and without end, his ancestors willed that the sins of the Rex would remain with him until his final breath- something the Rex wished to expedite.

The Rex’s abdomen raised and lowered itself slowly as he took heavy, long breaths as he recalled his terrors. He found himself kneeling before his creation, the haven of which he was the architect; a home for the Orcs whom he once ruled with nothing but love and compassion now appeared before him as a relic of his tyranny. Incapable of looking upon that once incredible work of his, the Rex turned on his hands and knees away from the city, the last flickers of light fading behind him as he looked out into the vast darkness that enveloped the lands beyond the Mesa.

 

For a few hours, the Rex retraced his final steps of sanity and found himself standing before the mouth of an enormous cavern. Orcish carcasses, long scavenged by those creatures so desperate for what little sustenance one could find in the mesa, littered either side of the entrance. His eyes once again grew heavy as he knelt before the cavern, his body shaking from the tremendous weight of his guilt. Before him stood the place of his death. Nearly five years ago, his crumpled body laid before this cavern and the Rex of the Orcs died, replaced by a tyrant.

Now the Tyrant would meet the same fate. The Rex pushed himself up once more and relieved himself of all possessions there before the cave, leaving his armor and the relics of his clan to be lost there in the sand. The Rex entered the cave slowly, his eyes locking with that fiery beast that had killed him so long ago. He opened his arms to the beast as though he were greeting an old friend, finding absolution in the embrace of the flames that soon engulfed his body.
 

 

 

 

 

Shout out to the Orcs for a good run. This is Drokon’s PK. I don’t see myself making another Orc for the foreseeable future, so good luck in your endeavours. I leave you with one simple request: Please do not let what I worked for go to waste. Stay active, stay driven, and keep working toward growth. 6x represents a far more dedicated and driven version of myself, and I believe that he will best uphold the policies which I’ve put into place. Respect his decisions and know that he works with the genuine interests of the Orcs in mind. Thanks again for the fun!
 

 

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Buzog watches as Drokon's name is carved into the Wall of Ancestors. He grunts a single time as he drops a war axe in the pile of Tribute. "Gug'ye Rex."

[Caravaggio 146]

Prauta might later encounter him in the Stargush'Stroh.

[Vetren54 368]

"He did well." an outsider would remark upon hearing of the orcish Rex's death.

[MangoArt 399]

Aukha sighed, greeting Drokon in Stargush'Stroh. She looked upon her murderer, but also her old friend who was cured of madness. Unsure of what to do, she headbutted him either in greeting or in anger. It was up to him to decide, she sure as hell couldn't.

[Samoblivion 532]

Her last words were to her friend, her murderer.

"Mi will peep da man latz were... in Stargush'Stroh."

 

As he past through the veil into the land of death, a familiar voice was heard.

 

"Ug Drokon."

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Upon meeting Drokon in Stargush'Stroh, The late wargoth would nod. "Lat granted mi what mi wanted, ah honorable deff. Welkom, brudda."

[MrMineLoveDude 299]

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

 

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