A New Moon.

[KBR 2046]

 

Burbur’Lur sat in his blargh, contemplating the decisions he had made, if bringing the Shrogos to see Luara was truly the right idea. When a feminine voice whispered to him from the darkness behind his chair, in the old, almost forgotten language of the Old Blah “Farseer, you ask yourself the wrong questions, what ulterior motives could I have other than strengthening myself, as well as Aztran’s strength?” the shaman did not reply to her voice, knowing she had come here for something, as most spirits did, why else would they come to him? “You perplex me Burbur’Lur, adopted son of Fizzldank’Jakka, student of Phaedrus’Yar. But yes, I wish for the Shrogos to be given another test of devotion. Outside of this cave, in the Valley of Enrohk, you will find the most perfect of stones, imbue it with enough of my power to last a day. So long as the dedicated of Clan Shrogo make the trek to provide the ‘moon’ with the energy it needs to shine another day, it will live on, and grow more powerful. Tell them that one day it will grow into a moon, perhaps as big as a boulder that even an olog would struggle to lift.” Burbur sighed, daring to utter the words “And what will we, the Uruk, receive in return for this obvious ploy for power?” to which she replied “That the light of my moon shall shine upon you, whenever you wish, for as long as that moon survives.” and with that, wind whipped throughout the moon, putting out the sole torch that lit the dank cave.

Burbur rose off of his throne, grumbling to himself as he collected his cane, the Staff of Votar, adorned with the trophies of many hunts, capped off with the head of a mighty wolf, before heading outside into the cool air of the desert at night. Below him in the valley where a legendary battle was fought, hundreds of orcs buried below the sands, sat a perfectly round white rock, with only a few dents in the side resembling craters, it practically reflected the light of the moon back at Burbur’s glistening eyes. He moved down, collecting the rock and moving off towards Luara’s shrine within the borders of the Orcish Goi. It was there where he called out to Luara, acting as a bridge between the spiritual, and mortal realms, bestowing the gift of Luara onto the rock, with the terms Luara had requested of him. Curiously the rock did not only begin to glow, but stay floating wherever it was left, though it functioned as little more than a lamp, the shaman smiled, knowing that it would make the Shrogo clan happy, and give them a test of their dedication. With that in mind he headed back to his little hole in the wall with a yawn, going to get some rest, the sun already rising over the seemingly endless expanses of the desert, as Aztran’s light took over once more.