The Fund'dautas: The End of Days

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"Show me." The Goj of Krugmar, Kahn'Braduk said - his voice low grim and husky.

 

His ancient form sat cross-legged in his dimly lit tent that was hazed with a shallow fog of smoke bellowing from the fire that lay in the centre of the abode. The gargantuan Goj puffed cactus green and sipped a strange brew, his lone eye opening and closing as he gently rocked back and forth. As Kahn entered into his trance, his Goblin escort quietly vacated the tent to allow him to meditate undisturbed. 

 

"Come to me, old friend." He was the only being remaining in the tent, yet an eery presence snaked its way within. His eye now closed firmly, Kahn could feel something behind him - not a second passed before he slipped into unconsciousness. 

 

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With growing dissent amongst Orckind Kahn was beginning to become restless. With the arrival of the Horde, for the first time since the days before Tythus'Rax united the warring clans, the Orcs were splintered. Murmurs of a third Orc nation had begun to arise, only furthering the in-fighting amongst the kin. Despite the intense vitriolic sentiment that those of Krugmar held for these deserters, Kahn did not consider them 'Whitewashes', at least in the explicit sense. They upheld Krugs code and values as best they could, albeit in their own way. Their only crime is their detachment from the great Orcish race. That was, before tensions began to rise. 

 

Too old to remember his specific age, Kahn had seen rebels come and go. He had quelled many himself in his time, yet none had gained the momentum that these had. And with Krugmar returning to form following their recent hardships, now under the might and rule of the Blackhammer of Gorkil, Rex Shakul, it seemed that the sleeping dragon that is the Warnation has been awoken. Kahn could sense calamity for his race in the days to come. 

 

He had bargained for knowledge once before in his life, and so he did again. Spurred forth by the love he held for his kin Kahn wished to see what would become of his people. 

 

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Opening his 'eye', Kahn came to, or at the least, his consciousness did. He was no longer within the physical realms of the mortal plain. Overwhelmed with an almost ethereal sense of being the former Rex waited, knowing not to test patience. What was an empty void soon morphed into a wasteland, in what both felt like mere seconds and an eternity. 

 

Dread began to wash over him, as the wasteland took its shape. Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, towers of skulls - countless banners both known and unknown to him lay broken in the sand, trampled by armoured boots. 

 

"No one here gets out alive." A thin voice whispered. Kahn watched as the corpses suddenly returned to life, only to engage in combat and slay each other once more. When the battles finally ended and the dust began to settle, a cloaked reaper with the face of an Uruk drifted through the expanse, progressively finishing those who survived. A strange sight to behold indeed. The voice returned.

 

"The sun is setting on the Sons and Daughters of Krug. Who shall make it through to the dawn?"

 

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Kahn quickly awoke with a loud growl, his servants rushing into the tent as the smoke quickly dissipated. He breathed laboriously and lurched forward, brushing hair from his face. 

 

"What did you see?" Larry Wun-Eye asked him. Kahn gave a grunt, motioning for them all to help him to his feet. Standing at his towering full height the Goj said plainly,

 

"The Fund'dautas. The End of Days."

 

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Orcs of all dominations would feel an anticipatory sense of dread about what lies ahead. 

[Joltastik 506]

Nurzum's stout frame tore past his sleeping sack as he tensely awoke from slumber. A nightmare beheld the young uruk, whose beady eyes manifested, for the first time in his very life, dread. In the midst of night, he shuffled to his cave, in which he'd aimlessly pray for enlightenment. . .  

[osumanduas 1442]

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