A Pilgrimage

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Inside the throne room of the Citadel, Leydluk’Raguk paced around frantically, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the hall. “Where is that momoskaher?” He groaned exasperatedly. He was a walking ball of stress, all tensed muscle and the frequent glances at the entrance to the throne room when he heard someone approaching, only to let out a sigh when he saw it was not his guest.

 

After he had asked at the third gobo to leave in his typical coarseness, he stopped his pacing, and instead began to simply look around the throne room, taking in all the details that could be so easily missed and taken for granted in the midst of his day to day life. The lever next to the throne that had acted as Drokon’Ugluk’s judge and executioner. The sconces lining the walls, honoring the different Clans of Krugmar. Raguk’s sconce, which had the ‘Rag’ in Raguk crossed out and replaced with the word ‘Gork’.

 

“Are you thinking about what you're going to say to Artimec next time you visit him?” Asked a soft, gravelly voice. Leydluk snapped back to attention and turned his eyes toward the entrance, where his guest was standing. The rather short Raguk-blooded Wargoth of Gorkil, Vagud. “Ah, no. I was thinking about what I was going to say to your mom next time she came to visit me.” The Rex retorted with a grin. “But enough banter. I called you here for a reason” he said as he walked back up to his throne and, with a lofty sigh, eased himself into it.

 

“I have decided”, the Rex began, losing his joking and informal demeanor, “to take a pilgrimage for a while, to connect with Leyd. I could be gone for upwards of a few years, or perhaps just a week. However long it will take for me to feel like I am truly honoring Leyd. But no matter the timeframe, I would like for you to lead Krugmar while I am gone.”

 

Vagud, for a brief moment, was caught off guard. His eyes widened and he stood himself up straight. “I see.” He managed to get out, as his mind raced to formulate the proper response. Finally, after a few seconds of dead silence, he knelt down on one knee and bowed hid head. “I...I would be honored.” He finally says. “I am sure that, between me and your advisors, we will be able to keep Krugmar safe.” Leydluk nodded with a tiny smile. He rose from his seat and walked over to the kneeling Wargoth.

 

“Good. Now help me write this announcement.”

 

 

Spoiler

 

16 Grand Harvest, Year 1622

 

I, Rex Leydluk’Raguk, have decided to go on a pilgrimage in order to gain a better understanding of the Spirits. I plan to be gone for two years. I realize just how long of a time this is, and as such I have chosen someone who will lead Krugmar in my stead. Vagud’Gorkil will be taking my place as Rex for the extent of my pilgrimage. I have my full faith in him and the rest of my advisors to continue to lead Krugmar to greatness.

 

Mirdautas Vras,

 

KUNTKLOBBERA THE SKAHING HONORABLE, MAUGOTH OF THE VANGUARD, REX OF THE WAR NATION OF KRUGMAR, EMBODIMENT OF LEYD, CONTRIVER OF KRUG HIMSELF AND MASTER BAITER OF THE ELVES

Vagud, Wargoth of Clan Gorkil and Rex of the War Nation of Krugmar

 

 

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