A rider in the sand

[the 1 bow 1112]

Rex Kahn’Braduk following the sacking of the capital of Fenn, glaring at the bloodied crown of Aelthir Tundrak

 

Axios – Present day

 

A rider in the sand. The thick imprint of the feet of a rhino traced from afar, leading all the way to the Orcish capital. An ancient Braduk Rhino trotted forth, it bore a mild blue hue – the likes of which had not been seen for centuries. Sat atop was a giant figure, again, the size of which had not been seen for centuries. The figure covered itself in a cloak of pelts marking it’s appearance completely masked.

 

Mundusgoth Black-Kahn’Braduk sat in his war-tent, lazily twirling a dagger on the table before him. The only sound that met his ears was the barking of Ghazkoth, giving commands to recruits of the Black Legion. This relative odd tranquil was broken by the husky cries of the old Goblin Larty Wun Eye.

 

“Black-Kahn! Black-Kahn! Quick!” The old Gobo called out. The Braduk Warlord rose and marched from his tent, grabbing the famed sword War Maker on his way. The immense desert heat hit him as soon as he emerged through the tent flaps. Larty stood, huffing in deep breaths clearly having been in a hurry. Ghazkoth approached.

 

“What is it?” Black-Kahn asked. Larty looked as if he had seen a ghost.

 

“There was a rider in the morning, he’s traversing the outskirts of the city borders…I-its, we need to find him.” Grunting in response, Black-Kahn, Ghazkoth and Larty mounted up and moved out – armed and prepared for combat.

 

The dust clouds kicked up behind them as they rode to where the rider was last spotted, and they soon came across him. Ghazkoth’s gaze fell immediately to the red axe that hanged from the figure’s belt – it had a serrated blade made up of the teeth of an Alt’yaika demon. He had seen that axe before. Black-Kahn dismounted, unsheathing his giant sword. Ghazkoth did also, unhooking Hellscream. Larty remained upon his rhino, watching the scene. The rider remained mounted.

 

“Oi, show yourself, rider.” The Mundusgoth demanded, angling his blade at the rider. The hooded figure gave a chuckle, slowly removing his hood, revealing a bald tattooed head and a long grey flowing beard. His face was old. His face was known. The three Braduks stood mouth agape. Ghazkoth broke the silence.

 

“Kahn.”

 

Vailor – Years upon years prior

 

Kahn’Braduk hit the ground, his son Mok’han standing over him. He had been defeated in an honour klomp, one that Kahn was happy and almost relieved to have lost. Mok’han was a spitting image of Kahn in his younger days, and had if not exceeded his prowess in combat. The old Warlord slumped, his son helping him reposition himself. They exchanged words and Mok’han left his father – this would be the last time they would ever see eachother.

 

The sun set over the Iron Rhino’s body as blood continued to trickle from his mouth.

 

“This-this is good.” He said to himself as he shut his eyes. When they opened again, several days had passed. He woke disoriented and in a haze. He was not to enter the hall of Krug on this day. When he could finally muster the strength the old Orc rose, he almost crumbled back to the ground in a heap upon doing so – his severe stomach illness as a result of a century old wound still plagued him. But eventually, he made off into the desert. The once great and last Rex of the Iron Uzg took up and left the nation he had fought so hard to protect during his life time, the losses he had incurred in his past finally catching up to him.

 

Axios – Present day

 

“You’re…dead?” Ghazkoth asked, his voice both stern yet unsure. Kahn dispatched from his rhino.

 

“Are you sure?” The Iron Rhino jested. Black-Kahn immediately erupted.

 

“NO, this is not going to happen, not now, not ever.” The young Warlord raged. “How you stand here alive I do not know, but your time has passed, father. I command the Braduks, I have rebirthed them in the likeness of the Black Moon.” Kahn let out a deep grunt.

 

“I can see that, boy.” Their eyes locked. Ghazkoth seethed only to himself, Larty could not bring himself to make a sound.

 

“When you took power all those years ago you slayed the old guard in the likes of Ghazkull the Shadow of Death to solidify your rule. Father, I challenge you in an honourable klomp that shall not end until one of us has been slain.” Kahn could see the rage course through his sons veins. Enrohk had a new favoured son it seemed.

 

“You ask me to kill you then.”

 

“No, father,” Black-Kahn offered in response readying his sword. Kahn unhooked his axe, Gorefather. “You’re going to try.” Giving off a deathly roar, Black-Kahn charged, and the two clashed.

 

Immediately their weapons met in a massive clang of steel. Black-Kahn fought with rage, Kahn, the experience that only a long lifetime of battles could provide. Despite being much, much older than his son, Kahn outsized him considerably, his notoriously gargantuan frame dwarfing his child. Black-Kahn was no small Orc however, he was a Braduk , and a titan at that. The fight lasted hours.

 

Battered, the two Orcs offered eachother a moment of respite. Black-Kahn heaved, slurring at his father.

 

“You. You left me with that ***** to die.” The Mundusgoth cursed. Kahn, rose to his full height.

 

“She was your mother, boy.”

 

“She was a terrible feroc! And you left me to suffer her!” Black-Kahn snarled back, swinging his sword. Kahn parried and responded with a hook to the jaw of his son. Kahn sighed.

 

“I’m sorry, Black-Kahn. There is much you do not understand. There was a purpose, behind everything. Put your weapon down, and so shall I. We don’t have to fight.” Black-Kahn’s faced softened for but a moment, his inner thoughts protruding. It did not last long as the blood rage filled him once again, and he lunged at his father. Once again parrying, Kahn sent a knee into his sons midriff, before lodging his axe square into his sternum. Black-Kahn fell onto his back. Black-Kahn struggled to speak, Kahn slowly knelt beside him, his face somber. He withdrew the blade hooked from his sons belt, and with cold eyes plunged it into his sons heart. Black-Kahn was slain. He rose.

 

Ghazkoth charged forth, sending a heavy handed fist into his brothers cheek. Kahn was sent staggering, - he had not received a strike of that magnitude for some time.

 

“What the SKAH, do you think you’re doing here?!” Ghazkoth bellowed. Larty dismounted, but did not intervene. Kahn went to speak, but Ghazkoth roared out “Where have you been all these years?! You abandon us all and now decided to return?” Kahn wiped blood from his lip.

 

“I was tired, brother. I needed to go out on my own.”

 

“I mourned you.” Ghazkoth said, his voice missing its usual sadistic edge in place for a more serious tone. “We all did.”

 

“And I missed all of you.” Ghazkoth huffed, appearing to cool somewhat.

 

“Tell me, why, why after all these years have you come back?”

 

“I wanted to see what had become of the nation I fought so hard to build and protect. I had heard whispers in my travels. Kharak,” The old orc chuckled, “Krugs name he such a young Orc when I last saw him. He brought the Orcs into a new golden age.”

 

“Yes. Much has happened since then, the Orcs are stable, now.”

 

“Good.” Ghazkoth glanced at the body of Black-Kahn, turning his focus back to Kahn.

 

“I suppose you will rule?” Kahn shook his head.

 

“No. You were the one who kept the clan alive after I left. You deserve the seat more than I.” Ghazkoth shook his head.

 

“I am not one for power, brother. Politics was always your game.” They laughed, and it seemed as if times had returned to that of old. “Wargoth of the Braduks was always meant for you.” Kahn grunted, but nodded. Larty approached his old friend with a smile.

 

“It’s good to see you again Kahn. Your son was a good leader, but his ideas were tainted. Its good to have you back. Come, there is much to discuss.”

 

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Vruk sat, unsure whether to cheer for Kahn or mourn Black-Kahn. In the end he did both. 

"Black-Kahn did some good things." He said sadly, "But Kahn's back! This will be even better!" He laughed, his mood changing suddenly. 

"Although... does he know of Lukra's fate..?" He sat down and grumbled again to himself. 

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