Honor Among Runts.

[Joltastik 506]

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A dead-set silence coaxed over the domain of San'Kala as night descended upon the Plains. A ruined city, left barren by the fleeing Rexdom of Krugmar. Only a bundle of transitory, night-lit tents kept vigil throughout the city's rubble, signaling the arising presence of another Entity-- The Horde of Thagûrz'Grish, perparing to reap and re-adjust the city in their image. Yet for now, the denizens of the Horde slept soundly, preparing for another working day to come. Unbeknownst to most, the fleeting sound of drums quietly resounded from atop the Goi's hill, signaling presence within the fighting pits.
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Indeed, there was, for the three warchiefs of the Horde themselves laid awake, tensely watching over a lowly figure that slouched besides the pit in rumination. Each clan leader retained a powerful sense of presence in their own sense, their stout frames stiff as stone. Nehrak'Maukta, a cunning orc whose masked figure cautiously loomed over those present; Zrhigah'Axan, a wise fe-uruk whose palms bashed against the set of booming drums, and TaKkum'Izig. . . An objectively imposing individual, whose crimson gaze constantly bared the stain of bloodlust.

And yet, who was the lumbering figure laying by the three? His protruding tusks, bared in anticipation, gave off his young age. His pale, sandy complexion gave off his heritage. Indeed, the supposed underdog must have been Nûrzum'Izig, son of Skatchnaak: the former chieftain of Izig, and the very founder of the Horde. His father's name was one to live up to, especially now, with him absent. Nonetheless, the young uruk sat in deep thought, conflicted by the actions he was about to commit.

TakKum took a sudden step forward, ushering naught but a wary gaze towards Nurzum. Despite the former Kub's subsequently tall frame, The warchief still clearly towered over him. He stood silent, metallic jaw continuously shifting.

Nurzum took a stand upon TaKkum's approach, eyes fixated upon him, bearing a restrained shimmer. With a guttural tone, he'd break the silence.

"My father is gone. . . I will finish what he started."

TaKkum's fist would press against his chest at the mention of the former chieftain. He spoke with a deep, booming voice.

"A great brother. He fought hard to get us where we are. Let us see if you are worthy.."

 

The proud warchief didn't waste any time, promptly jumping into the pit and reaching the end of it's borders. His voice would warp as he'd chant in old blah, offering prayers to the Spirit Leyd. In tandem, he heaved his armor pieces from his frame, throwing them aside. Nurzum followed through, repeating the warchief's actions, albeit in a tense, hurried gait.

 

Upon the removal of their armor, the two stood idle in the arena. The other warchiefs stood vigilant, watching the unfolding endeavor with narrowed eyes. Silence prevailed throughout the arena, only featured by the hard beating of drums. The whole frame stood static. . . At least until the drumming stopped.

 

"KrRuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUG!"

 

In a flash, the two uruks charged, issuing wild, feral roars. They slammed into one another, lunging brutal flurries of fists towards themselves, rending their hides with their tusks... The Honor Klomp was initiated, and it wouldn't stop until one of the opponents laid limp for good.

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Decimating strikes, brutal grapples, rending kicks and sprawling hooks... both sides fought perilously, seeking triumph over the esteemed rank of warchief, as well as their very lives. For a moment, it seemed that the larger TaKkum had the edge, his fist slammed against Nurzum's exposed ribcage in all it's might. The pain of several broken ribs drove the youngling into shock, a bloodshot hue befalling his sockets, sending him into a bloodrage... one in which he'd lose all grasp on sanity. As if blessed by Enrohk himself, he'd lunge towards the other uruk, smiting his frame with crippling blows and bites, finally sending the warchief to the ground.

 

"Do not Spare me. . ." He managed to usher, massive visage brought to a knee.

"Y-you. . . Are as great as your father. . . DO YOUR JO-.."

 

TaKkum's voice was suddenly cut out by the blood-enraged uruk's sudden motion. Nurzum threw himself upon the weakened one, tusks embedding into his gutlet, cleaving and gnawing through TaKkum's neckside in a bloody, brutalizing show of violence. TaKkum's body was quick to expire, blood gushing out of his ripped neck-- forming a daunting pool of ichor. He died an honorable death. That of a warrior.

 

As for Nurzum. . . He'd slowly gain consciousness with each bite, cursed rage quenched by the blood shed before him. He'd find himself on top of his opponent's cadaver with a blank expression, maw dripping with the blood of his victim. Slowly, he'd get up and limp towards the other warchiefs, as to join them as one.

 

The three slowly walked towards the edge of the hill, watching over the ruined city... There was no time for reflecting. After all, there is much to be done...

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[Blutige_Blume 4]

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[ryno2 1285]

Nurzum'Ugluk hears his old name whispered in the winds, and wonders if he was remembered after all. 

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Hu-din, Rex of Krughanistan, shakes his head as he prepares to go to war.

[DahStalker 3692]

decent post terrible font 

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

On 8/6/2018 at 8:15 PM, L0rdLawyer said:

Hu-din, Rex of Krughanistan, shakes his head as he prepares to go to war.

Rex Shakul;Gorkil, leader of an actual nation of orcs, Kurgmar, shakes his head as he heard that Hu-din had prepared his 1 pony and walk-in-closet sized armory for war, continuing to shake his head as he sharpened the ice-pick like spike on the back of his warhammer.

[herculean_wud 3662]

Leydluk came upon the old 'goi with his band of warriors. His appearance had changed since his time in solitude, and so few came to recognize him. Catching the word from traders and idlers akin, and seeing the patch of dried gore dead centre within the arena, he came to hear the name of Nurzum and his bloody deed. "Perhaps he'll be the one." He said with a nod to Imp, staying no longer than required of him in San'Kala. He left once more for the road.