The Departure

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

Departure

The clan wars had ended. He knew this, and yet his rage compelled him to fight. He had equipped himself that day: The Warsword of Krugmar was in his hands, he donned his finest armor, and he set out to the field of battle to face what he anticipated would be a horde of enemies before him. He was filled with wrath when he entered the field, and yet it was empty. An empty victory for Shakul.

 

He headed back to his clan hall, agitated still, and checked his mailbox. He had sent many letters to Gilgamesh, all of them reading one thing: “Led uz end diz ihn ah klomp, agh peep wub Krug willz.” He had been repeatedly denied his klomp, and so he would be denied no longer. He spent the rest of that Krug’s day at his forge. The clanging of metal and the hissing of steel being cooled rang from within the bowels of the clan hall as he forged his weapon. “Diz azh’ll bi zpezhul.” he’d remembered him saying of the incomplete blade, but now he had a reason for it to be so.

 

He replicated the blade that lay next to him, the Waghzult ob Krugmar, to perfection. The only problem he had happened upon was the crimson color of the Waghzult due it being comprised of Bloodsteel, the steel of the Raguks. Undeterred, however, he finished the piece and let it cool as he retrieved paint, the same dark red paint he used to create the banners of the Gorkils, and slopped it across the mock sword. A crimson red, identical to that of the Waghzult, was the result. He admired his handiwork for a moment before looking at it. “Ah falz zult vur ah falz rekz.” he remarked, a wicked smile upon his tusked mouth. He put it into a box, locked it, and sent the key to Gilgamesh. “Miytii zurprize un ‘iz ‘andz wen hi gedz diz.”

 

He carried the box to the 2^nd gate of San’Kala and placed it there, writing a note and leaving a copy of his book atop it. Thereafter, he departed from San’Kala, for a time that he figured to be temporary. “Wehn dah kubz ub Krug regayn dehr zenzez, mi wihl return.” the overthrown Rex resolved. With the Waghzult at his back and his warboar, Narzulb, beneath him, he departed. The hooftracks would be lost in the desert sands, the wind eventually kicking them up and leaving any who would seek to follow him guessing.

 

The Rexdom of Shakul’Gorkil had ended. The beginning of Gilgamesh’s had begun.

[TheNanMan2000 473]

Murak’Gorkil returned from his wanderings in the wilderness, dismounting from his Demigryph and walking towards the Gorkil Clan Hall as he would overhear talkings of Gilgamesh’s rise, and Shakul’s departure.  The Gorkil frowned deeply from the news.  Not only was the Clan-War something he greatly detested, but now his Wargoth, and Rex, had left Krugmar.  An ill time for Murak, and now he was left with even fewer Orcs he trusts, and perhaps none that had trust in him.  Now he must contemplate.  He has stronger relations with many none-Orcs than he does those of Krugmar.

[thesaintjaleel 792]

“Unu fall dem.….Unu rise dem…”  Kalfu would comment

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Glottgut frowned. They had won, but in their arrogance they had let Shakul take the fields with no opposition. But nothing would change that mistake, and in the end Gilgamesh had ascended. So, he smiled.

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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