A Spirit of Fire

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

 

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    alum'Lur followed by his servant walked upon the sands of the desert as they traveled toward the small lump of dirt in the sandy dunes. They braced themselves as they covered their eyes from getting irritated and pushed onto the lift that slowly sunk into the tombs of the ancients where Falum keeps to his shaman duties. They continued on climbing the steep path deeper descending into the crypts and tunnels where they eventually met their destination. It was very dusty and claimed by a habitat of spiders with their nests, but one section in particular was filled with offerings, grains, and gems.  As they stepped closer into the crypts and observed at the offerings Falum nods his head towards the tombstones and remains of several Orcish brothers that had passed onto Stargush'Stroh.

 

 

    The Orc stands near the few tombstones and raises his arms towards his servant "Which do lat choose to Spirit Walk with?" he grunts as he looks towards the display of memoirs and speaks of their individual spirits and their efforts in life. Asariel stands near the tombstones and examines the memoirs for a moment until she walks back to Falum wielding a large War-Axe that once belonged to a brave and noble orcess by the name of Lukra'Braduk. "Ah Lukra..." he'd say dragging his words out as he draws upon his memories of his old war mother "Then we will begin shortly" Falum withdraws a loaded blunt of cactus green and lights it with the torch he carried with him and the air filled with smoke and relaxed their thoughts. As they sat idle for moments, Falum held the axe close to him and dragged his hand over the detail of it as he began to chant words creating the tether to the Ancestral Plane. Asariel would watch Falum as he speaks very foreign words to her tongue and was slowly dazzled as the tombs and tunnels began to materialize into a vast plains with crimson and golden skies.

    The duo rose from the plains and spotted a Braduk rhino in the distance grazing upon the lands. They broke out into a sprint and began a pursuit of the rhino who turned tail and fled from the foreign spirits. As the terrain materializes into different biomes through the chase, the rhino halts before a large desert palace surrounded by fields of cactus. "That's not fair!" Asariel says with disappointment as she watches the rhino dematerialize before her eyes "This is where it led us to the beast wus not the prize, the Spirit lies ahead" Falum says as he examines the Realm and the sandstone palace "This almost peeps like that old Doomfort". The travelers continue on as the sand palace looms grandly above them and their forms enter the darkened halls of the structure.

    As they lingered closer to the grand doors of the palace they hesitated and looked to each other for a moment. A voice booms from the other side of the wall almost as if there were nothing blocking the sound "Wub mortals have stepped foot into my realm of the Stargush'Stroh reveal lat selves before me", Asariel would be the first to take a shove at the large door firmly pressing it forward as Falum follows closely behind her. The Orc and Elf step forward into the palace room as Lukra'Braduk raises from her ancestral throne "Throm'ka Lukra, it's been many ages since I last peeped lats face" says Falum as Lukra raises her voice with great enthusiasm. She chuckles heartily finding her old war companion before her "Falum! It peeps that lat am still as ugly as ever, even with all that tusk polishing!" the orcess cackles with great humor as she notices the elf and turns toward her "And lat are?". Asariel steps forward and peered up softly to the great Spirit of Lukra as her eyes widen "Oh miss Lukra, you are even more strong and beautiful than I had anticipated..." she spoke in awe, as she lifts herself up and dusts her dress "I am Asariel".

    Lukra's Spirit looms brightly over Asariel and raises her heavy orcish head "It peeps that we are well met then if lat arrives here alongside Falum" Lukra looks between them with a tusky grin "So wub is it that brings lat to my Realm". Asariel grows a wide grin upon her feature as she looked over Lukra and asks Falum "Sir - How can I get teeth like yours and hers?" and his laughs heartily in response as he remembers an old halfling "Well.. there was an old honorary named Bobo'Lur and he lahed that some Orcs punched him in the jaw until it fit right" Asariel laughs nervously at the thought sways her head back to Lukra. She looks upon the great spirit and brought her qualms before Lukra "I wish to learn to klomp! I want to be as strong as you one day!" Asariel ties up her dress in a loose and combative knot "I learned to do this and I like to think I have a spirit of your kind". The large braduk laughs at her display of spirit "So be it then, My days of klomp yielded me my own realm here in the Stargush'Stroh. Unlike the mortal world, mi could flat both of you where lat stands". Shortly after Lukra spoke Asariel would collapse through the plains as she was overwhelmed by the great limits of the Spirit Realm and was left unconscious in the Mortal Realm.

 

 

    They'd watch as the girl fainted and vanish from the Realm causing Falum to turn towards Lukra as the tether only lasted so long "It has been long, Lukra. Mi wishes dat I could have done more during lats life. I wish I could have stopped Drokon when he flatted lat" he displays a frown as he looks upon the large spirit. Lukra draws her eyes deep into his as she places a heavy palm upon his shoulder "Do nub be conflicted, Zlash. Time has passed and you still be walkin but it would seem Drokon also met his fate since I have seen him here in the Stargush'Stroh klomping alongside the Ugluks". Falum nods his head as relief drains from him accepting her fate "Everything you blahed to me was true. Kulgarok was doing dark things with the Spirits and in the end he led Drokon to his flat". The Orc presses his weight upon his materialized staff "He came to San'Torr in those days and challenged me, for he was banished for his dark use of the Spirits. We klomped and the ancestors looked upon mi that day, but the dark shaman was nub seen since". Lukra nods her head in an understanding motion as she thinks back on her mortal life "If I did not make the effort to relay the information to lat it is likely that lat could nub have avenged me like lat did, lats has mi bubhosh respect Falum".

    As the moments passed for what seemed like years, Falum and Lukra continue to hold conversation with one another with Lukra asking "So wub is it that goes on within the goi now? How dus Krugmar stand these days?" Falum's eyes grow displeased with the question as he lowers his head with a bit of shame "The Wagh Nation is nub wub it used to be. The whitewash Horde was accepted into Krugmar by Shakul'Gorkil and now wish to make changes as they see fit! They have begun reclaiming the name of the Iron Uzg, but many clans oppose the actions of Shakul". The Spirit's demeanor grows with rage and displeasure as she offers a heated growl "What is made of the Braduks, how do my kin hold during this chaos?" Falum then raises his head with an even deeper wretch in his eyes "The Braduks are led by an Orcess like you, but she fights for the Iron Uzg and flats her own Braduk brothers. I have held my tongue during these chaotic times, but it only can hold so long until it slips". Lukra edges closer to Falum as she embraces her Spirit against his "So you will join the klomp then, brother?" she'd ask him and with a glow of his tinted red eyes he would respond "Yub, but mi is conflicted.. These Orcs used to once be my brothers, and now I must make a choice of klomping against Clans that once used to be an ally". As Lukra pulls away and slowly begins to fade due to the Tether running low on mana she leaves him with the best words of guidance she could provide him before he fell unconcious entirely "Falum, you must decide. You have always grukked wub lat will do and who and when lat will klomp. It is lat decisiun that am to make things right again."

 

The thoughts run at amazing speeds through Falum's head as he grew dizzy and fatigued and passed out. After time passed and he and his servant rose from their slumber Falum reaches for Lukra's War-Axe and growls with ferocity as he clenches his teeth and tusks
 

"The Lurs will not stand idly by and peep our brothers bleed on the soils of San'Kala for nothing! We will hunt those that wish to destroy the honor of our civilization and cleanse the Clans of weakness."

 

Falum returns to the Clan Hall where many of the Den Keepers and Huntsmen reside as they tend to their wolves and trophies of the Hunt. He stands upon the feast table and announces to each of the Lurs nearby
 

"My blood, my kin, we shall klomp alongside the War Alliance of Krugmar! The Horde will not do as they please as long as the War Nation Orcs still stand! We bring them Wagh!"

 

[Man of Respect 5471]

"Nub'azh touchez mi bruddahz, mi will mazzakre latz ull"

[Pond 1069]

"Diz is nub ah wagh anymore, itz more den daht, duh dizhunurubul so called "Rex" agh the weak Braduks, they bend knees, they ambush and FLAT their own KIN. This is more than juzt ah WAGH, bruddaz, it iz ah dizekrayzhun uv klanz. Dah Gorkilz zhall be zlain, dah Yarz zhall be zlain, dah fake Bradukz, DEY ZHALL BEND THEIR KNEEEEEZ AGH KNEEEEEEEL TU DUH ALLIUNCE!" 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

"Took lat long enuff! Even aftah Rognor wuz flat beat lyk agh little bizh..." Still, he smiled at the news.

"Revenge will bi had! AGH A NEW REX WILL ZIT ON DA THRONE UV BONEZ!"

[osumanduas 1442]

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