-= The Ashen One =-

[OzYmandi 647]

 

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He had traveled, and traveled, and traveled. The roads were merciless. The wildlife was merciless. Nothing appealed the old Uruk. He cut through the leaves, cleaving them down as they were nothing. The orc’s wizened crimson eyes gazed front, right, left and back, his paranoia leading him to believe at all times, the spirits of a long time ago haunted him…

“Orok… Don’t do this…” the voice of the long gone Red Wargoth, Turkûrz

“Lat is cursed as your brethren.” the voice of the deceiving Witch, Olnin

“Lat has nub honor” the words of the deceiver, the betrayer, Kulgarok

 

“Get off mi head.” the Orc ordered sternly to himself as he kept on. The brand of a Raguk carved into his body, warpaints from ages past splashed onto his face, alongside the blood of fallen enemies.

 

He cut through the last branch of leaves that interrupted his slow, yet strong march. Before him, his home. Or atleast he wished to call it such. The big, boasting city of San’Kala presented itself before the Orc’s very eyes. The old, wizened, thought to be dead Orok’Raguk, was back home.

 

More than that, he was staying.

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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