The Role of Yar Clan

[Bardmancer 942]

The Role of Yar Clan

                                                                                                                                                              

 

 

 

Fire crackling was the only sound that echoed around the Yar clan hall. A solitary female Orc wandered around the back of the impressive bone fireplace, surrounded by spiritual tomes, and sits herself down to meditate on the white and black carpeted floor. From within a small bag, made with the hide of some beast of the wild, she pulled out a handful of a dried out green substance. Holding it gently between her fingers she slowly drops it into the end of a smooth bone pipe and lights it up, taking a puff of the pipe she leans back against a wooden chair; she allows the sensation of the drug to slowly take effect, expediting this by taking several long drags in quick succession. She relaxes, focusing on that oft-visited realm, muttering vague chants under her breath as she reaches out to it. As her mind clouds over, she slowly finds herself waking up in an altogether different place.

 

The aroma of food washes over her as she awakes in the realm of Glutros, the food all very much fresh and cooked to perfection, the finest found anywhere on Atlas. Towards the head of the endless table lies a serpent, which was as fat as a snake could be fat. The snake stirred, body coiled around a large pile of treasure. Gold, gemstones, silver and all sorts of shiny glass beads, all protected by the scaly spirit. “Ah, it’s you,” Glutros hissed, his eyes shining brighter than any of the treasure underneath him. “What bringsss you to me? You’ve lossst weight again...” he spat, clearly not meaning it as a compliment.

“Mi was hoping lat could blah mi wub to do. Mi bruddas are klomping agh mi nub gruk which side to klomp with.” She made her point simply and eloquently, bowing her head respectfully to the spirit to which she was closest. The light in the spirits eyes dimmed a little, clearly finding her reason for visiting a bore. “That’ss all you came to asssk? Why bother fighting at all? Fight for whichever ssside you want, and then have a glorious feassst in my name, and sssacrifice the best grub to me, and any more treasure you find too. My hoard iss ssstarting to dull.” With that, the serpents eyes closed, and the world went black once more, and she woke up back in her clan hall.

Awakening from her vision, Nurena’Yar swears under her breath. She makes a mental note to prepare some kind of sacrifice to Glutros, but she was in no mood to do it immediately, the trip to the spirit realm having taxed her. Letting out a long yawn she gets cosy on the carpet and closes her eyes once more, this time intending only to get some much needed rest.

“Whu lat?” asked a snake, slithering along the floor of the clan hall. She opened her eyes and blinked; perhaps she had overdone the cactus green… “Whu lat?” asked another snake, this one seemingly gliding along the ceiling as if it was nothing. Nurena rubbed her eyes and looked around,  this time only seeing one snake, slithering away from her and round to the fireplace. “Whu lat?” it asked her as it slithered off. Tired of this, Nurena leapt up and made a grab for the snake, somehow not quite managing to capture it despite her attempt to tackle the serpent.

 

 

“The snakes asked lat a question, kub,” an old Uruk murmured, picking up the snake like it was nothing and tucking it into a pocket hastily. “Bub...bubpopo, is that lat?” she stammered, quickly rising to her feet. “Nurena? Mi need better snakes, they should have recognised lat,” he placed a hand on her shoulder. “How are lat, mi kub? Lat peeps troubled.” She looked around, not seeing any signs of snakes, and then faces her ancestor once more. “Mi am. Nub only by the fact lat has snakes, but also by this clan waagh.” Yar contemplates this for a moment, and then shakes his head. “Lat should nub worry about such things. Lats path is clear; lat must trust in lats brudda. That is the way of Yar.”

She looked startled; she hadn’t even told him what the war was about, let alone that she wasn’t sure which side to fight for. “Bubpopo… How did lat gruk wub mi was going to blah to lat about?” she asked. “Agh wub does lat mean? They are all mi bruddas.” Yar shook his head solemnly. “Mi gruk, because mi am nub real, kub. Mi am just here to tell lat to trust in lats bruddas.” She blinked at him, confused, however as her eyes re-opened she found herself alone, and not by the fire at all, but back at the carpeted library of the Yar clan hall, she had been sleeping.

“Zkah… Trust mi brudda? It must mean Nazark… Mi have grukked him for a long tik, agh he is a fellow zhomo. Mi must tell the others. The Yarz are going to wagh alongside the Gorkils.”

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

"Hozh."

 

[osumanduas 1442]

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