Nagijak Urukim

[the 1 bow 1112]

Axios - By the lake of fire in the Uzglands 

 

The trio of Mundusgoth Black-Kahn'Braduk, Warmachine and Black Legion Commander Ghazkoth'Braduk and the Goblin Larty Wun Eye were knelt beside the precibus to the fiery lava pits the stretched before them. Black-Kahn took a deep breath of the sooty air, his black eyes falling closed.

 

"Where is the shaman?" The Braduk Warlord asked. Larty stared at the lava, his old withered face baring the same snarky expression it always did.

 

"He'll be here, don't worry." 

 

"This tradition hasn't been enacted since the days of your father Black-Kahn. I'm surprised there are shamans who still know how to do it." Ghazkoth said, his thoughts turning to the last ritual of this nature he saw, back in Vailor beside the mouth of a volcano in the desert nearly a century ago.

 

"A shaman." Larty corrected. "I could only find one shaman." 

 

"Who?" Black-Kahn asked.

 

"He did not give his name, nor a clan." The old Gobo replied. 

 

"Ug." A decrepit voice called out from behind the three. The Shaman had arrived. 

 

Three days prior 

 

"Boss!" A young Orc cried out, running into the Braduk war tent. The three generals, Black-Kahn, Ghazkoth and Korak crowded around a table with a map sprawled across it. Larty sat comfortably in the corner of the large blue tent. The Orc that had entered was one of the clan's says and servants, not a fully fledged member. He dragged a large crate behind him. He placed the crate before the three hulking Orcs, lowering his head. "Your delivery, boss." The horned Warlord stepped around the table, immediately flanked by Ghazkoth.

 

"Thank you for your efforts." Black-Kahn stated. The young Orc gave a nod, hesitating slightly. 

 

"So...whats in the box?" Ghazkoth let out a heavy grunt that sounded as if it came more from a beast than man. The young Orc quickly retreated from the tent. 

 

"Is that it then?" Korak asked from behind the table. Larty gave a chuckle.

 

"Its all in there. I made sure of it." The Goblin said plainly. Black-Kahn cracked the seal and removed the lid exposing the contents. Inside, lay the 7ft great sword of Enrohk - War Maker. It's blade coloured red in steal, the handle made of a Scaddernakk bone. A spiked pommel with half a dozen decaying skulls hanging from it. It was truly fear inducing. It was bestowed to the last favoured son and champion of Enrohk, Black-Kahn's father Rex Kahn'Braduk. As was one of the two armour sets that lay beside the mighty sword. The first, the blood armour of Enrohk, a hulking set of armour consisting of blood-red plates intwined together with various upholsteries of leather and flesh. The second, such a large set of armour, so immense in weight it would take someone of immense physical strength and power to even be able to move within it. Fittingly, it was the armour of Leyd, forged in Vailor. Ghazkoth gave a sickeningly sadistic smirk, focusing on the armour of Leyd.

 

"It's time then, isn't it?" The giant asked. Black-Kahn nodded. 

 

Back at the lake of fire in the Uzglands

 

"Ug, Braduks. Are you ready?" The old Shaman said. Ghazkoth squinted, the Orc was hooded so only part of his face could be seen. He seemed incredibly familiar, especially given the way he spoke. The enormous Orc said nothing, however. 

 

"You're the one completing the ritual?" Black-Kahn asked. The shaman scoffed. 

 

"Who were you expecting?" He retorted. Black-Kahn let out a chuckle. 

 

"Let's get to it then." The Shaman paced towards them, the three Braduks rising to greet him. 

 

"You are Black-Kahn'Braduk, correct?" The Wargoth gave a nod. "And who are your companions?"

 

"The big one is my uncle and second, Ghazkoth'Braduk. The Goblin, his name is Larty. An old, old friend of the clan and my family."

 

"Ah Ghazkoth. Am I wrong in believing you received the blessing of Leyd some time ago?" The Shaman asked, in such a way to signal he already knew the answer. Ghazkoth seemed less than amused. 

 

"You'd be right." It was true, back on Vailor Ghazkoth received the blessing of Leyd, meaning that he was unable to feel pain despite it registering. It had served him well, and his unwavering displays of strength and peak physical condition had made him a champion of the spirit. This added to his legend that he accumulated as a Wargoth, and meant that the already formidable titan was ever the more powerful. 

 

"Ah, a favoured son it would seem. Very good. Now, if the two of you would move aside we may begin." Ghazkoth and Larty stepped away from the two Orcs, who proceeded to kneel. "Close your eyes boy." The Shaman instructed. Black-Kahn did so, breathing in the smokey polluted air around him. The Shaman began chanting, and Black-Kahn felt the space around him cool, then grow immensely hot. Then - nothingness. 

 

Oblivion - beyond the mortal realms of space and time

 

 

Black-Kahn could've sworn that his eyes opened, yet he had no eyes. He had no body, either. No physical form. He had never been here before, yet he felt as though he had. As vision returned to him, he saw a sprawling red waste lie before him that seemed to extend well beyond the horizon. The sky was on fire, clouds were smoke that bellowed in all directions. The deformed rocky structures that dotted the landscape broke apart and came together again to form new mountains and hills. Despite the ugliness of this realm, it was oddly ethereal. Suddenly Black-Kahn felt a jolt, as if he were stabbed in the gut - and the rage began to fill him. Such a terrible, black rage, one he had never experience. It was blood lust dialled to infinity, he was sure if he had a body in this realm, his rage would cause him to turn on himself and rip it apart. 

 

The bodies began piling before him. Countless dead, hundred, thousands. Until the ground was covered in its entirety. Then the skulls came. They stacked atop each other in a perfect pile, so many would piled atop one and other that those at the bottom would crack and shatter, but the sheer amount that was appearing would render this obsolete. The pile increased in height until Black-Kahn could no longer see it's peak, even when he cranked his neck all the way up. The ground shook. The horned Warlord who fashioned himself a demon watched as It appeared before him. 

 

 

It gave a deep, metallic, throaty grunt that seemed to echo across eternity. It spoke no words, but Black-Kahn knew he was in the presence of the spirit of Bloodlust, Savagery and War. Enrohk. And when he recounted his experience to his comrades he was not ashamed to say - he felt a fear he never had felt before. The armoured monstrosity raised its sword and swung down at Black-Kahn, as the blade travelled the Orc appeared to hear the dieing cries of all who had fallen in combat. The strike seemed to tear through reality itself. Then - nothingness. 

 

Back at the lake of fire in the Uzglands

 

"You've killed him!" Ghazkouth shouted, unhooking his fabled axe Hellscream. He advanced on the Shaman who flinched not. Black-Kahn had collapsed. 

 

"He's not dead. Wait, giant." The Shaman said in reply. Some time passed. 

 

Without warning, Black-Kahn sprung up, his muscles tensed, his veins fighting to burst through his skin, his eyes red with bloodlust, and unleashed a terrible roar that thundered across the desert. The visage of the Mundusgoth, bloodlusted, red eyed, horn protruding from his head, his likeness at this moment certainly resembled the demon he claimed to be. Larry, and even the Shaman paced backwards at the sight. Ghazkoth however, did not. Knowing no fear the Warmachine of the Braduk clan paced forth to his enraged nephew, clasping him by the shoulders. He laughed.

 

 

"Thank you, Shaman." The hulking Orc said. The Shaman nodded and left the scene. Black-Kahn cooled eventually, but the rage did not leave him. 

 

"We are a step closer, uncle." Black-Kahn growled out. Larty gave the two a look up an down.

 

"A favoured son of Leyd commanding the Black Legion, and a favoured son of Enrohk commanding the Braduk clan. Yes, you are a step closer." The Goblin stated.

 

Nagijak Urukim

Burzum Nagraufom

 

 

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

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