How all the cubs will grunt

[the 1 bow 1112]

 

Spoiler

 

 

"How all the cubs will grunt when the old rhinos return."

 

Following the death of Kahn'Braduk, the realms of Krug appeared to calm as the avatar of Enrohk left the mortal plain. With his death however, as if through the ether, a call arrived to the ears of his surviving sons. Scattered and alone these Iron Uruks came together united in the old ways of Braddukk, travelling from across the wastes of Atlas to return to the new generation of a nation that their father built. Those in tune with the realms of the spirits would feel the growing hum of violence and bloodlust as these giants, kin to Enrohk, approached.

 

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Deep within the deserts beyond San'Kala stood an encampment, two ravens circling overhead. Enormous black rhinos grazed about, as poles with skulls and corpses dotted the landscape around the tents. A thick haze of intoxicating smoke trickled above, spilling forth from the cloth flaps that led into the tents. Inside amassed a group of Uruks, towering in frame, marking them as blood-Braduks - yet more enormous so, signalling their shared lineage to the late Kahn. Their hides bared the tattooed runes of the old Braduk Gods, the words from their mouthes did not resemble blah; they spoke the ancient Braduk tongue 'Ot'Pezak'. 

 

"How fitting that the nation we return to is the one our father built."

"Yet it is not the one he knew, no."

"Left to their own devices the unblooded take things from bad to worse; our home is in turmoil."

"Dissent in every corner, the Iron Uzg is collapsing onto itself. Some take great joy in this fact."

"Some are vultures, absent the honour to strike the killing blow themselves."

"There will be no killing blow. Not when the sons of the Iron Rex return to their rightful yard."

 

The grim visage of gargantuan monsters in the form of Uruks rising from their seats with a single purpose in mind would be one that the elders would tell future generations was the moment that the old way returned.

 

"No clan in history is a lethal in clan wars as the Braduks. None. Gorfjol, Kahrzen, Ugluk, Kubb, Gahktusk, they all knelt before the rhino. Orcs wish to play at clan wars, to mimic the ancestors in a pale comparison. Let them. But we will not sit, hand up arse, as they do. We shall show them the way, and for those who don't - we shall make them fear the rhino."

 

 

 

When the cold wind blows and the Blood Talon flies

No one here gets out alive

 

 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

The wind whistled and howled through the Raguk camp. All about Glottgut were orcs preparing for the next battle, but while they rushed to arm and equip themselves, he stayed silent. Motionless in thought save for his breathing, his attention caught by the center of the campfire which blazed vividly. He could see it. The city burning around him, a mound of bodies, and a white hand print painted on his face and helmet, as if Leyd himself had gripped Glottguts skull. The head of Nazark laid at the base of the mound, but more importantly to Glottgut was himself on top, raising his cleaver into the air as a sign of triumph, and a Raguk standard carried on his back. 

 

"BOSS! BOSS!" A shrill voice had abruptly interrupted Glottgut's thoughts, and it dissipated into the recesses of his mind. Looking up he saw a short redskinned goblin, but he was too distracted to remember who.

"Da zkah lat want, znotlin'?" He stood up, stepping closer to look at the messenger.

"Mi an' da b-boyz peeped some figures in da desert by the goi! Dey peeped like... riders -- Orky ones too!" The goblin squealed. While Glottgut would have, in any other moment, told the goblin to skah off, he only waved the goblin away until it got the message.

 

"'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go!"

[Novastral 582]

Duk'Braduk sits in his blarg alone contemplating his position in the war and more importantly the fractured state of The Braduk Clan. The public display of weakness did not sit well with him and though he was not of Braduk blood it was still his responsibility to uphold the honor of the clan wherever he could. The question of how loyal he was to the clan that he'd be willing to abandon what he believed was right. At a time such as this, he can only think back on what his brother Orgoth would do in his place and inevitably he thought back on the tales of the giants of Kenuk and the divide between Braduk and Gorfjol. "Diz klan am guin tu neyd zumazh tu pik up deez zkrambeld peeyzez."

[osumanduas 1442]

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