Da Purpuhl Punizha

[Novastral 582]

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

"Straighten it up!"

"Shouldah to shouldah, th'skah am these skah'n gaps!"

"Shut lat dirty sewer ass moufs up!"

"Lat 'eard 'im!"

Duk could remember his first time training alongside the Raguks and the Lurs. He was young, inexperienced, and had no more experience than any other orc of his age. But he was eager to learn and with the threat of war on the horizon, there was no room for weakness within the warnation. He could remember standing alongside several others who he would come to rely on as he watched Hazurk'Raguk and Ledluk'Raguk marching up and down the line to inspect any imperfections in their formation. The dust and sand kicked up in their wake staining his legs as he stood at attention and waited for their orders. Each scar and blemish on their bodies telling a story of battles and wars of the past. The two took their positions at the head of the formation and proceeded to lead the group into a traditional orc marching chant. Each line they spoke yelled back at them by the line. These were the brothers who he knew from then on that he could depend on through thick and thin.

"Mi nub gruk wub mi been told!"

"Znuw twigz bi mighteh kold!"

"Üp in th'mornin'ta'the risin'sun!"

"Mi gunna run til da runninz dun!"

 

It was one of his first battles against an enemy that posed a threat. He'd been on several raids with the other orcs. Scaling the walls of different settlements and descending upon unsuspecting elves and with vengeful fury and praises of the spirits on his lips. However, this was different. There was no enclosed area where his foe would flee to in an attempt to escape. He was going up against trained dwarves of Urguan. In his excitement, he had charged a bit too deep behind enemy lines and found himself separated from the main group.  It wasn't long before two dwarves spotted him and chased him down through the heavy snow while he desperately searched for allies. Chest heaving with the effort of sprinting through deep drifts of snow on foot in full kit he soon came to a halt on a road that he thought was somewhat familiar and turned to face his pursuers. Frenzied blows were exchanged and the young orc attempted to overpower the two dwarves with his strength but was clearly outmatched.  The stouts were more disciplined than he and were unrelenting in their assault and easily managed to disarm Duk and begin pummelling him with their axes. They brought him down to his knees with both his sword several feet away and his shield hacked to pieces. he was convinced he would die there and uttered a hasty plea to Krug beneath his breath when suddenly heard the loud thundering of hooves approaching him. He was able to lift his head in time to see the massive frame of a Rhino emerge through the sleet and haze directly towards him. Sitting on top was the large hulking frame of Orgoth'Braduk. The mighty beast crashed into the nearest dwarf, trampling him beneath its legs and leaving him a crumpled mass on the road. Orgoth swung down with his war hammer and with ease dispatched the second dwarf with ease as his snaga came galloping up to finish off the unconscious dwarf. Before he could offer any words of thanks the two were gone. Quickly disappearing to seek out more of the enemy while leaving him there in awe of his strength. After such an experience he was naturally indebted to the Braduks and sought out Orgoth in order to pass their trials and join their ranks. He was able to accomplish this by accompanying the giant and assisting him in slaying a ghoul they encountered and his role in the Braduk clan was thus cemented.

"Artimec, da twig, am a son ob a bisch!"

"Got da bloo ballz agh the seven year itch!"

 

The ring of clashing weapons, the thump of sword on sword, the grunt of young Uruk grappling with one another in the fighting pits of the city. These were the familiar sounds he grew accustomed to during his service to his brothers Yet atop the hill of Mount Orgoth, the imposing clan hall of The Braduks remained still. A mighty construction erected from the earth that housed the legendary rhinos descended from Kenuk. Spiraling staircases dimly illuminated halls and lifts hauled by massive ologs, and the overabundance of extravagance it was, of course, a structure worthy of a clan with roots as deep as Braduk. The silent dreary atmosphere of the fort was undisturbed by the presence of any orcs. Barren of any inhabitants save for a single Uruk barred and secluded within his own chambers. The Wargoth-Regent Duk’Braduk. The violet Uruk of Krugmar sat hunched within the fort of Mount Orgoth. His face pale and void of expression as he poured over dozens of scattered books.  For hours on end, he had read through the enriched history of Clan Braduk. From the founding of Kenuk to the kidnapping of Thurak, he was overcome with a deep obsession with the ancient tales laid out before him. But what enthralled him the most was a single name. “Da Irun Rhino whu weyldz Blackhorn! Da entiyr dezert wyll heyr latz naym agh zelebrayt latz viktoriez!” This Duk proclaimed at the top of his lungs, raising his klomping arm and extending it outward. "Da Bradukz am all bruddaz agh ziztaz! If nub by bluud den by heart!" After the transition to the new lands of Atlas Duk was immediately set to work with creating a clan hall to house his brothers. He was not a particularly good architect but with a bit of aid he was able to lay the foundation to what in his eyes was something to be proud of. A clan hall where the Braduks could organize and speak to one another.

 

"HALT!" The Rex commanded and the line quickly came to a stop behind him. "Lat fe-orks skahin' 'yped?!"

When the clan war between the Laks and Gorkils broke out Duk was quick to pick his side. He knew the Raguks were honorable and if they sided with the Laks then so would he. It was true that the wargoth declared the clan for the Gorkils but this meant little to him. He owed this Wargoth no favors. he didn't know her nor did he have any particular qualm with fighting against her. The Raguks and Laks were orcs that he had bled with. That he had trained and Klomped with. he knew these orcs and there was little anyone could say to dissuade him from joining their cause. Such boldnessto defy The Wargoth's will was of course going to be punished inevitably. When that time came then he would accept his punishment and move on. Such was the honorable thing to do. The night following the second battle of the war the Laks emerged victorious once more. The fighting had been intense and Duk took some time away from the goi to unwind and calm his nerves. When he received a message from his Wargoth however he was quick to change his plans and hurry back to the Goi. He stepped into the clan hall, gates shut behind him and found the wargoth there. She spoke first. Apologizing to him and declaring that his actions were unacceptable and that he needed to be punished. Traditional Braduk flaying and castration. This was something that he would not accept. He would not allow himself to be humiliated to such an extent for doing what he believed was the correct thing to do. True he had taken a swing at Shakul during a brawl hours earlier but beyond that he could see no reason why such a punishment needed to occur. The Wargoth whistled and Duk turned his attention to the nearby stairs as several Yars and Gorkils emerged from the depths of the clan hall. The hall that he had laid down the measurement and stonework for years prior when half of these upstarts weren't even present to fight on behalf of The Rex. He was beyond enraged. he was furious. Fuming with hatred at the blatant weak-willed dishonorable scum that now infested the halls of Braduk. Shakul'Gorkil stepped forward to challenge him and Duk had little option other than to accept.

 

The fight was over quickly and Duk'Braduk slumped over onto the ground unconscious. His sword and shield beneath his unconscious body as Kotturik Braduk approached his side. This wasn't the way he would have liked to leave the world. It pained him to abandon his brothers on the mortal plain when there was still klomping to do. But he had died in single combat and he had left behind a legacy he could take pride in. He could hear voices around him. Voices whispering praises of his strength and honor. It wasn't the cowardly voices of his fellow Braduks speaking their condolences moments before plunging a blade deep into his chest. It was the chanting of strong fighters beckoning him forward to join them. His brothers called out to him and bellowed a command and Duk fell in line to march off once more. 

 

 

 

[Pond 1069]

"TRAYTURZ, KINZLAYURZ, DEY ZHALL PAYYYYYYYY!" Durrr'lak roared from the other side of the gate of the clan hall where Did was slain, not being able to do anything besides watch the blood of a true Braduk, one that does not kneel, drip away, and his body fall limp. "WAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!" He shouted yet again, this was not a mere war anymore, but the disacration of a clan. The Gorkils shall pay, and the Yars, the Izigs, and any and all who supports the kinslaying Rex. 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Glottgut grit his teeth at the news, going so far in expressing his rage by rushing out of his tent and pummeling a snaga to near death. He did not weep. True orcs do not weep. His father would not weep, surely, if he his own kub died. But his mind rung with the shouting of the ancient Malgunuz'Raguk. The old orc wept, yet how could one weep if they had been so strong? If they united two clans and became one of the most prominent clans, despite not descending from a direct descendant of Krug? His dead son, taken from him when the nation was at it's weakest. This is what had made him weep. One so strong as to become Rex multiple times and lead them to war more than that.

 

He couldn't understand then, but he did now. Rising from his trance he looked down to the bloody body of the snaga, knocked unconscious. Throwing his head back he roared in pain for the orc who had sacrificed himself for the cause. Yet, he did not weep. He smiled.

[1_Language_1 1671]

Kotturik wished it did not end this way.

Now she does not know who to miss more, Kahn or Duk.

 

 

(ooc: legit sad he am gone, actual tears, sMH am gonna miss him)

[PraiseTheLord 868]

HAZURK'RAGUK, STILL NOT ALLOWED PASSAGEWAY INTO THE GATES OF STARGUSH'STROH, PROWLED THE PLANES OF ARRIVAL. EVEN THOUGH HIS MIND WAS NOW FICKLE AND CRAZED, HE STILL REMEMBERED AN OLD FRIEND. "LAT. .  . HOZH ORK. GO TO DA GATEZ, BE WELKUMM." 

[......... 43]

Uztrak’Braduk sat alone in his room, taking a long and slow drag on some cactus green as he considered what had occurred in this ‘clan war’ to date. In the end the only scene on his mind was watching as Duk’Braduk’s life slid away from him, in the clan hall right there in front of his eyes.

 

“Mi did nub gruk lat wehl, Duk. Agh mi uhnlee gruked lat az ahn enuhmy in wagh. Buht lat waz honurable in death. It wud have been an honur tu klomp alongzide lat. Enjuy Stargush’Stroh, Brudda.”

[Malgonious 2758]

Malgunuz would recall speaking highly of the purple Uruk just the other day.. he begins to sharpen his skull-axe, his demeanor had grown cold, demented his face appeared as he blah'd:

 

"tuh Mani kubz flat mi peep.. TUH MANI!"

 

A blood curling rage would envelope the Red Uruk, his digits wrapping around the handle of his weapon as he storms off,

 

His rage was one that needed direction...

[Lhindir_ 3691]

A Raguk farseer is told of Duk's fall, with a disgruntled expression overtaking him as he bowed his head. "Duk wuz ah hosh Uruk, may dah zpiritz tayk him warmli." 

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

Rex Shakul'Gorkil, despite his immense anger, at least acknowledges that this orc had at least the scraps of honor. He did not shy away from an honor klomp, and the matter was settled as it was started. "Zic zempur tu whiytwazhez." he said, a platitude he'd heard from the Church but modified to suit his needs: Thus always to whitewashes.

 

The Halfhammer of Gorkil marched to continue his bloody crusade.

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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