Claiming our Birthright

[Smaw 2376]

Claiming our Birthright

 

Gijaak'Raguk in his Bloodsmithed Armour

 

It had been many moons since Gijaak'Raguk had stepped onto Orcish soil... 

 

Indeed, the Goblin Rex had sundered his efforts to unite and improve the Shamans. With this loss of progression came his departure, and subsequent seclusion. In a small cave in the wilderness, he would reflect on his history, and would re-connect with the Spirits. In particular, the Spirits of Earth and Despair.

 

As with all things, it is the natural way for the Spirits to right the wrongs of the world and restore balance. Once again this had been proven when the Goblin Rex had been squashed beneath heel- the fate of all festering roaches. The world lay safe for his people once more, unperturbed by ignorant hands. When the news had arrived, Gijaak wasted no time in returning to the Uzg.  

 

As he had anticipated, the familiar stench of iron pervaded his nostrils as his feet sank into the gravel. His heavy armour bore down on him with tremendous weight, and yet in his spirits he felt light. A new wave of progression would sweep over the Orcish people, and a wave of destruction would befall those who had earned their scorn.

 

With this in mind, the Shaman turned from his home and made his way toward the Druids.

 

  

Agorub, the Stone Serpent

 

A bitter wind gnawed at his bones as he set the first of many totems into the ground. And upon the horizon, the towering trees of the Druid Grove loomed over him. The ritual would begin with a light chant, as the Shaman threw his arms into the air. He had grown familiar with his Spirit of Earth, and had developed a strong relationship. With this in mind, he called out with an angered plea. 

 

Agorub, split the earth at my feet so that I may feed the world with the lost souls that steal from her...

Agorub, they taint the land with their unnatural influence and spit in the name of the Spirits...

Agorub, allow their blood to boil within the hatred of this land, so they they may atone for their sins...

 

 

And with this, a cracking sound began to resonate beneath Gijaak's feet. Suddenly, the earth rumbled and contorted, and so did Agorub tear a wound so vast into the earth that the vile creatures on the hill would see the glowing magma even from their ivory perches. From within this ravine did the festering hatred of Gijaak and Agorub bubble and writhe in eager anticipation, a salivating maw that awaited its endless feast.

 

A Shaman of Ogrol, sapping the energies of his victims

 

However, this was not to be the end. Gijaak next procured from his pouch many an item, steel balls akin in ways to seeds. In due course, he spread them along the earth that encroached upon the ravine, and soon they infested the soil. When all had been placed, the Shaman once again threw up his arms, calling upon another Spirit whom he had worked closely with.

 

Ogrol, it is you and I that will sap the strength from this land...
Ogrol, it is you and I that will chain and capture the desecrators and their ilk...

But Ogrol, it shall be you to entrap them forever in your realm...

Ogrol, their bodies will be burnt and flayed, but their souls will be forfeit to you...
Ogrol, forsake this land and all who tamper it with their foul taint...

 

And the seeds hummed with energy, awakened by the latent powers of Ogrol, the Spirit of Sapped Strength, Entrapment and Despair. They would leak his corrupting influence, draining the energy from the land and feasting upon it. The trees began to hunch over in weakened states, an the soil became infertile and dry.

 

In due course, the lands that had been tampered by Druidic influence for so long would return to the Shamans, and the Spirits would dominate the land furthermore. Should the Cages of Ogrol emerge from the soil, all who are thrown inside shall be sent to his realm to suffer an eternity of despair.

 

There would be no cessation and no respite for the Druids.

 

They had earned their place in the Spirit Realm- one that would shatter the fabric of their damned souls. 

 

[herculean_wud 3662]

"We am back in BUSINESS BOYS!" The REX BOOMED, giving an approving ROMAN SALUTE to his old friend and clansmate Gijaak. 

[Boomzerang 515]

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[!] GHOLUG'BRADUK raises a tankard of grog in the name of Gijaak, a name he has heard rebounding off of the cliffs of the Uruk-lands. "Down with the naturalist terrorism of the Druids! Let the marrow within their very bones rot at the mention of Krugmar, Agorub, Ogrol and Gijaak'Raguk!" With that, he would take a hearty gulp of his grog, before slamming the empty tankard down upon the counter of the tavern, demanding a refill.

 

[Zacho 2177]

"Wi iz alwaiz luukin' fur uh fyght... evun wib all uv Zhagarathz wurk... "The peacekeeping Muyakelg said as the dull yellow his his eyes lit his path.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

"It seems they want us to kill them and they want it desperately, and they're not going to stop nagging us until we give them what they want." Csaba hummed, tapping the butt of his spear against the ground in an idle rhythm. "Besides pissing people off, what end could this possibly achieve? Do the orcs think they can defeat the Dominion by taking its grass? I don't get it."

[Gladuos 869]

"What more can ya expect from the servants o' the monstehs called spirits? Deceivehs and destroyehs, all they want is more poweh fer themselves. What balance is there in the creeps which consume onleh more an' more yet give nothin' back? 'Ave they forgotten the destruction wrought by Orgon? Worthless c*nts..." an elderly tree lord rambles and rants, eyes gleaming with druidic glow and hatred at the topic of his discussion. Ram creaks with movement as he heads out to see this for himself.

[Gallic 1066]

"Freygoth an' the Aspects formed a pact like over a hundred years ago." Gwion reminds anyone who would listen.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Morgoth cheers for the returned clansmate!

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Hazurk'Raguk remembers that the Raguk had tried to chase off the shamans from the Goi and be seperate, that this Raguk had planned to make a seperate council and trial -and if necessary-, throw orcs into a pit of fire if they did not succeed. "Hmpff, Mi will kruzh diz azh like a bug, agh doze zpirud kuntz daht zukkz 'iz kock." He told his clanmates.

[Kukiii 511]

 

Ghoragk'Lur would let out a huff "Iv mi peep diz gijaak, mi will flat him liyk da kokroachh lat iz. Mi will zhow him wub id really meanz ta bi a ork uv krugmarr" he'd state, throwing his greatcleaver over his shoulder and setting out in search.

[Travista 1361]

Shreck would be seen pacing before the Laklul totem, torn from a disdain of both Gijaak and the druids.

 

"HrrpppPpp..."

 

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Cohan would silently growl at the news. Like Hazurk(@HONOR), he remembers all the crap too. He remembers the attempted 'free the delf slave', that he just simply said no to. He secretly kept his blade sharpened due to the incorrect comments towards his late-mistress. 

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Kotturra'Braduk wondered if she had a new toy to throw off the wall.

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

Quillian heard the news loitering in the small talk of a local tavern, her brow perked with a hint of concern; lifting the steaming tea to her lips she'd soon slam it upon the table and let out a low growl, stating "Those whom dare to test the patience of Cerridwen's creation will taste the wrath of the ferals. May the hunt begin" She would soon bring herself upon her feet and moves to inform the members that were devout to protecting the balance. 

[ThatGuy_777 220]

"Reach ever higher Akalmordu. Let thy branches catch the sun, let thy roots draw from the earth, and let thy form one day smite these ac'oeman. Those that would dare blaspheme against the Aspects shall only succumb to them." Whispers the Druid to a golden canopied tree. Palm pressed gently against it.

[Lhindir_ 3691]

15 hours ago, TorkoalTom said:

Quillian heard the news loitering in the small talk of a local tavern, her brow perked with a hint of concern; lifting the steaming tea to her lips she'd soon slam it upon the table and let out a low growl, stating "Those whom dare to test the patience of Cerridwen's creation will taste the wrath of the ferals. May the hunt begin" She would soon bring herself upon her feet and moves to inform the members that were devout to protecting the balance. 

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