A Storys End

[Archbishop 1784]

 

 

“Do not fret death as you will soon rejoice and your soul set free. You will ascend into the stars alongside our fallen brothers and sisters, your goddess.” - Mukar to other kharajyr shortly before fighting the forces of Ibless to retake the Urguan city.

 

The Sage of the Kharajyr once more found his way wandering through the War Nations land, him being a vassal making such acceptable. He would explore the colourful mountains on the back of his large Gy’Waka bird before dismounting and heading into the Orcish city. He overheard a conversation between an Orc and his slave. After a brief discussion Mukar would tell the Orc:

“You do not need a slave to survive and thrive from.”

However shortly after saying such a large red Raguk would march up behind him and plant his oversized hands upon his plated shoulders. Mukar would be held in place whilst his Gy’Waka bird squawks loudly and stomps her feet at the entrance, she would however be blocked from assisting her companion as the Raguk ordered his large elephant mount in the way. Soon after a large crowd of orcs had formed of many ranks, even the Rex was amongst them, standing silent.

 

The Raguk would force the Sage down onto his knees with all his weight as an orc in the crowd had brought his crossbow into aim of the Sage. He knew what was to come and old memories came flooding back to him in his last moments. His family, his children who had once been Tlatlanni’s, the fall of Karakatua, the reign of Tla’Daro, the death of many Tlatlanni’s. The Sage had lived for well over two hundred years, his story was coming to its last page.

 

With a quick movement of the orcs oversized palms, his neck would be snapped. The crowd then erupted into disagreements and petty squabbling as to why the kharajyr were living with them in the purpose, who was a whitewash, who was the best clan and the like. However the ordeal was not over. His head would be removed from his body and planted on a small spike outfront of the orcish city as a monument. His body would be stripped of his armour and possessions, his fur coat skinned for weaponry, his remains chopped up and scattered amongst the city, some to the wolves and some just tossed about.

 

After over two hundred years, the Sage was finally in the stars.

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[herculean_wud 3662]

"Nagijak Urukim." Says Kuntklobbera, "The Kharajyr nuisance has finally been put to rest." 

[bumblefina 2766]

Aislin hears of the famed Kha's passing, shaking her head a bit. "May the stars treat him well."

[Vindicant 642]

Karyssmov Faroe would light another candle this night.

[iris1612 1780]

 

A very long ways away, deep in the jungles of the Orcs, an old, scarred Kharajyr cries out. In anger, in sorrow for his old friend. He had thought he would never return, he had sworn to leave the affairs of Kha to themselves but.. this changed everything. He gripped his heavy club, and began to walk

 

 

"You will be avenged, Mukar. I will see you in the stars."

 

 

((NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Paleo 298]

[!]Somewhere far away in the depths of a forest, a Former Druid could be heard weeping loudly, a few dispersed screams would haunt the night

 

 

[MangoArt 399]

"The Zkahin' Kharajyr nub dezerve to be here, dey'z daemonzpawn!" Shouted Chek'Lur!

[Archipelego 2188]

 

"Well ****." Kasfer thinks to himself.

[dm420 186]

Astrawla passes through the city of the orcs, recognizing her father's head as she stands there in bewilderment, looking around for the source as there seemingly is none, she knew she couldn't remain here. Growling at this, she makes her way to Canahedo, grabbing as much values as she could, and left. "T-They.. they'll pay for their crime." she pouts.

[DrinkPesticide 52]

"Utterly vile." Zinawr snarled, perking his head up to the view of Mukar's head on show, he'd make quickly to scramble for his possessions, leaving the city soon after, his head swaying with dismay.

[_Leyd 1010]

A wise yellow Uruk- once known as TakKumn shakes his head upon catching news of this, his metal jaw clicking as he grumbled something under his breath, before curling his nose like a pig "Hav' mi brudduhaz turned on der waiz..am wi truleh flattenin' thoze whom blah da- blah? Da urukz are bub'horzh kin..dey nub need znaggaz..Dey need zhakin' honor.." The orc rolled his shoulder then to grumpily slump back down into his chair with a deep sigh "Bu' mi am tu zhakin' old tu' do any'fing.."

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

"Me popo grukked Mukar well. Let da muun spirit guide him to the rightful afterlyfe." Zlash mourns such a reknown and elderly Kharajyr

[ElevenJellyBeans 100]

"Runa.. 'es Sad.." she would murmur. "Way thwe starwts guwide chu" she would padd off to Courland

[Chthonian_ 100]

A lone mali'aheral would frown loosing one of his few friends.

[Angmarzku 1251]

Zhikar remembers the old Mukar