A Fire Starts in the Uzg

[XSKip 40]

The fired burned brightly. It rose  up to the night sky in angry defiance of the darkness above it. It roared, tearing into the tightly bound leather and desert wood and sent waves of angry heat from its destruction.

 

Standing at the front of the tent is stands Kol, with a torch in his hand. A wind gusts through, and the fire rises with it. He gazes deeply into the fire, a low growl eminating from deep within his chest. He watches as the flame licks up the worked wood and skins, the tables and firs and he smirks. A soft padding comes from behind him as a hulking scarred Lur wolf lopes beside Kol. Without looking Kol places his hand on the wolf's shoulder, his hand brustling against the fur. He looks into the fire and remembers.

 

The cycles of days and nights with his brother in the wild. There the wolf grew in size and scars as they learned the ways of Freygoth and Votar. Lessons that were taught through brutal survival and hardship for Freygoth nor Votar are merciful to the weak. Both had learned, together, and decided to return-together.

 

They came back and set up their blarg, like they had long ago before they had learned the lessons of Freygoth. With grunts, the wood was lifted with the watertight skins tied and draped over. Trophies and trinkets were placed and things were set as they once were. The whole time, wolf and uruk alike felt cramped. But, this was their decision and they did not back down.

 

Then came the dream.

 

Kol and Nugolu had come back after scouring the landscape. Their rewards after following a particularly difficult scent was a lean antelope. The antelope was skinned, cleaned, and eaten. Both uruk and wolf lay down in the sand as the night drew on as the small cook-fire slowly fluttered out on Kol's closing eyelids.

 

He opened his eyes and found himself on a mountain looking into the vast sky. Above the brilliant constellations twinkled and turned slowly. As he looked he saw some of the stars falling, as they neared down he saw each was a glimmering wolf. The raced and hunted above the dark and somber landscape and their light was strong together. Kol's good eye widens and looks on with what seems to be longing.

 

After a while, one breaks off from the pack, sidetracked from the prey the pack was seeking. As it meanders on Kol follows, as though his body was weightless. Slowly as the single wolf persists on, its light grows dimmer. As they travel, Kol sees a light on the horizon that the wolf is attracted to. The wolf runs rapidly, it's light fading the closer it gets until it lets one desperate howl before fading to nothing-ness. After standing in shock, Kol moves closer to the light.

 

There he sees the city below him. The Uzg with the bonfires and torches in the night, with the build up walls, tightly bound leather, and shaped wood. With comfort.... and civilization.

 

With that, Kol looks at the burning remains of his tent and slowly chants the ceremony of offering.

"Bi pliized wif owr offurun Freygoth agh Votar."

 

Kol and Nugolu walked, with the fire at their backs, toward the cave of their pack, fire in their eyes.

 

The fire burned brightly.

 

OOC: I figured I'd do a little ditty here. Thanks all for reading. If you guys have any feedback on ways the writing could be improved let me know. Thanks and happy roleplaying!

[Travista 1361]

8 hours ago, XSKip said:

Freygoth

REEEEEEEEEE

 

 

 

Schreck would watch the smoke billow from a distance.

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

+1 Kol sacrificed everything he had to the Spirits, nice one

 

Falum taps his staff along Kol'ordan's old tent curiously observing the remains

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.