The Return. ((Late Post))

[OzYmandi 647]

 

“Hasn’t changed a thing…”

The Ashen Orc mused, viewing the orcish capital from a mountain, deep in the Red Sands. He brought up the little nourishment he salvaged, a small piece of oddly green bread. Not much concerned, the brute shoved it into his mouth and munched on the soggy and rotten piece of ‘food’. The winds slapped around with their casual, yet terrifying noise as the sand flew across him. Typical hot day of the Red Desert.

“Only one little thing….”

He then moved to hop onto his horse. The frail being barely allowed the orc to be comfortable but even the orc himself was frail. They rode down the mountainside and finally arrived but a mile away from the town. The Ashen Orc looked back. He saw the deserts he inhabited during the hard days of his banishment. He saw the jabbernacks and wild animals he fought to preserve his skin and his life. Not even the Spirits, ashamed of his actions, would make him company. Just him and the sands, the sands and him.

The horse reeled back. It was thirsty. The Orc calmly and gently ran his hand on the proud black stallion, similar to his own skin colour. The horse, annoyed, whinnied and started galloping towards the city. The Orc was ready for anything, but determined to come back to his home.

The first to see him was the tower watchman, who then sounded the horn and a hurried pack of orcs ran towards the well-known Orc. Of course, who wouldn’t know of the exiled ex-Keshig Boss. He stood atop proudly his horse, his figure frail, the horse even more. The orcs looked at him, until one broke the silence.

“Your reason for coming back must be good, or I’m personally killing you.”

Of course. He knew that voice. How couldn’t he know the voice. The familiar, echoing voice of the Gorkil. The Red Gorkil, Vagud. The Orc examined Vagud’s features and smiled. He let out a quick giggle and clapped.

“Ah, Vagud… Haven’t changed a thing either, have you? My motivation, my reason for coming back will astonish you; I didn’t do anything. My mind was… Confused…”

The Ashen Orc trailed off at the end, sighing. One of the orcs, the then Rex Leydluk’Raguk, stepped over, arms crossed, features obviously angered at the presence of his clan brother. He stepped closer, furious eyes looking up and down the Black Orc.

“You’ve some balls to do this…”

“I do…”

“I was hoping I’d never have to see your sorry black face anymore…”

“At least we think as equals on that matter… But I’m coming back, regardless.”

Murgosh crossed his arms. The ex-Keshig looked more serious, determined on his words. He slapped the horse’s back and the one ran off. Murgosh perked up a brow, awaiting Leydluk’s answer.

“Eh-... No. You’re not.”

“I will.”

“Not whilst I’m alive.”

The black orc groaned in annoyance. The sands now irritating him, first time in years. The air felt heavy. His hopes were destroyed. He grumbled and turned around and left, not another word coming from his mouth.

 

~Skipping 5-6 ((IRP)) years.~

 

 

It was the same scene.. He recognised it, plain as day. The same ridge, the same, slightly changed town. He missed it. Desperately. He wanted to see his brothers, sisters and he wanted to reconnect to his past life. Six years in the desert made him repent for his crimes even more. He was convicted this time. He knew nothing of the world as it was. Nothing but the Orenian Reformation. He rode down on his more able bodied horse down the mountain side and rode up to the city. He wasn’t greeted by anyone at first. He walked into the city and looked around. It was strange. Un-easing to see the city again.

“Murgosh?!”

“Wha-”

He was interrupted fast by the feorc’s embrace. She hugged him tightly, even knowing he was still technically banished. She held onto the Ashen Orc’s chest for quite a while. Rex U’la’Yar was happy to see her friend back. More than that, she was happy to see him alive.

“Throm’ka, U’la. How’ve you been?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m fine! What about you?! Are you okay?! Have you repented for your crimes?”

The smaller one asked like lightning bolts. Murgosh giggled and motioned for her to wait. She did. He then hugged her tightly. He wasn’t aware he was hugging the Rex in the middle of the square.

“I have. I’m fine.”

“I have news!”

“They are?”

“I’m Rex!”

Murgosh’s heart skipped a beat as he pushed her off and widened his eyes. He then jumped up and roared out;

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“Haha, calm down, brother.”

The brute then hugged her again, patting her back as he did.

“I’m proud of you, U’la! Really am!”

He then went serious. He let out a sigh and reeled in to whisper to U’la.

“Am I pardoned?”

“Hrmph… I believe your word, Murgosh… Since you say you have repented, you’re pardoned.”

Murgosh smiled, patting her shoulder. The wind and the sand felt good to him. The buzzing of conversations and the smell of drugs in the air excited the Orc as he was finally back.

Fifteen harsh years. But he was back.

 

And he was back to stay.

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