Arriving with the Sandstorm

[the 1 bow 1112]

The renewed Warlord Kahn'Braduk, adorned in the sacred armour of Enrohk wielding the demonic blood-axe 'Gorefather'

 

"Can you feel it?" The young Feroc said, glaring at the many Orcs around her. All stood as hulking masses clad in red and bronze armour, armed to the teeth with jagged blood-rusted weapons. A deep scar ran down half her face but relented over her eye, fortunately leaving her with both - her dim red peepers scanned the air around her which had become engulfed in a low tier sandstorm. Hela, second in command of the cult of Enrohk warband known as 'The Butcherhorde' kept her weapon sheathed, yet the other Orcs of the warband prepared themselves for combat.

 

"Give the order Hela!" A grizzly pale Uruk called out from behind his helmet - he was Agroth, a Bloodletter champion in the Butcherhorde. Hela let out a grunt, waving her hand dismissively. 

 

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"Stand down boys. He's come." The tossing and turning sand slowly cleared and in its stead stood an ancient Orc of immense stature and physical presence, a grey lions mane of hair flowing well bellow his shoulders from his highly plated ornate armour. "Ug, Kahn." The Orcs all put their weapons away with haste. Kahn'Braduk trotted forth towards his warband. 

 

"You're looking well boss." Agroth said, looking the Warlord over. Last they'd seen him the veteran Uruk was truly showing his age - the true nature of which even he had forgotten yet he could recall that he had lived beyond his six hundredth year - but now he resembled his younger self. Still visibly old and battered, however Kahn's frame had filled out, matching if not surpassing his physique from his youth, and he had allowed his hair to grow back in, a thing he had not done since he cut it following his defeat to Ubba'Ugluk. 

 

"A thing one may boast of when they walk both the realms of the living, and the dead." He replied, his voice almost having a mild metallic echo. His veins pushed against his hide, creating a greenish-red cobweb like pattern across his skin. He came to a halt, nodding at his men. Hela stepped forth, standing at attention.

 

"What is your will, Warlord?" Kahn's gaze moved from her to the rest of the warband. 

 

"Not mine, Enrohks. Krugmar stands strong, our kin bring blood and glory to Enrohks name yet there is more to be done. Enrohk will be satisfied."

 

Those in tune with the spirits would feel a bitter bloodlust beginning to swell. 

 

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OOC tl;dr

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Life is busy innit. This is just me saying that this isn't a power grab attempt or anything, its more setting up for an Enrohk-centric event/narrative/storyline I'm planning on doing for the Orcs just for some sh!t for you all to do that Ill handle whenever I have time and am around. I don't have buckets of time due to IRL commitments but still enjoy LOTC so Ill be around a bit and figured that, without sounding like a narcissistic tosser, I could use the 'status' I've cultivated with Kahn to help put over newer Orcs as opposed to doing what a lot of old Orcs do which is come back, power grab then ghost out (I too am guilty of this). Anyway, stay cool, stay tuned. 

 

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Warchief Kargak gives his nod of approval.

[ChonGojDragonski 317]

The doors of the Raguk clan hall would burst open, Lurcano's footfall's heavy as he strode in. Every heard turned towards the sudden commotion. Lurcano growled out, "Xorak, bruddah. Kum quikly, lat nidz tu peep diz..." before rushing back to the center of the Goi.

 

@Blago

[Luxus 48]

A Goblin runs inside the Hall, trembling as he hastily tells the Targoth about Enrohk's favoured son's arrival. Vorgak'Gorkil immediately unsheathes a dagger, raising it to his chest and dragging it along the skin. He rushes outside, ready to meet the mighty Warlord. 

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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