[PK] A lone orc steps onto Stargush'Stroh

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

 

A lone orc steps onto the grounds of Stargûsh’Stroh…

 

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The ground cracked before the redskin, his body laid bare save for a loincloth. His skin was torn with scars, bruises, and open wounds, yet he stood as if he felt nothing. Great black rocks jutted from the earth, sickly green clouds swirling above and blinding green hued cracks were all the redskin could see. Not saving a moment, he walked forward, each step bringing short lived pangs of pain. As he moved forward for what seemed like hours, he could see it, a great black wall stretching above into the clouds, farther than what the wounded orc could even see nor fathom. Closer, and closer, a lone figure shrouded in shadow, stood in watchful judgement.

 

”Wake ub, Grubgobbla. We goin’ out again.”

A voice rung through his ears. He recognized it instantly, but tried his best to not show his excitement. “Lazy ****!” A sharp pain, a kick to his side. He sat up quickly, slamming his head into the face of a blue-skinned orc. “Raaaaagh!” He stood up from his cot, watching with delight as the blue-skin reeled back in pain. “Zervez lat roigh’, Rognor’****!” Grubgobbla grinned at the effect of his headbutt, picking up his armor and belt and pulling aside the cloth draping the entrance of the tent...

 

“WAAAAAAAGH!”

Arrows flew down towards the Sutican tavern, finding their mark among the huddled mass of the guards. Leydluk stood atop the hill, shouting orders. Glottgut ran without a word to the other tunnel, around the backside of the hill where the raiding party stood. Through the tunnels, multiple dark-elves fired back but standing higher Glottgut had an advantage. Alongside Tazuk, he loosed and called down the rest of the orcs to come over. They gathered, and without a word they rushed down, but the defenders ran back, and so did the orcish raiders. The battle continued, none had fallen yet. But one orc had yelled to the rest that the Sutican guards were split up once more. Glottgut hurried to the forefront, and pointed his sword down. They made one final charge, and the Suticans would be left in disarray. Now, the pearly walls and clean streets were stained with blood...

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“Kowardly khuntz! Lat dizhonurable KHUNT!”

He slammed his fist on the bars, to little avail. He could only watched as the purple orc prepared to duel. Beside him, Rognor tried to do the same, yet their young fists could do nothing against the steel of the Braduk gates. Shakul’Gorkil, a massive orc, his skin naturally brown but partially blackened with the soot of the forge, stood opposite of the purple orc. “Duk! Nub! Leddim’ go, lat kowardz!” Glottgut roared, pounding even harder. In acts of desperation he slammed his head, bleeding more, and more... 

 

”Diz iz agh lazt ztand, bruddaz.”

Compared to their numbers in the battles prior, they were heavily weakened. Many of their men were wounded, but to their fortune, all those who had not fled nor fallen stood battle ready. He looked over them with a true feeling, fear. Perhaps he had felt it before, back in the Clan-war of Atlas, but not to this extent. No, this was desperation. Still, he took command alongside his friend and ally, Denis. The Rex, and previous commanders, were too heavily wounded to lead nor even participate. Even now, in their beds and under care, they stood precariously on the line between life, and death. These thoughts would leave him once the cry of the Empire echoed into the chambers of Kal’Tarak. “Open da zlitz.” He ordered, and thus they were done. The men of the Coalition fired their arrows with such ferocity that many of the Imperials fell on the steps without even a swing or an answer, yet their numbers were insurmountable, and the battle had just begun...

 

”Take the brigands from my men.”

The Duke answered to the Emperor. The floor began to clear. “All who once fought against the Empire, flee now.” The Emperor’s voice rang loud and true over the heads of the Adrian guards. Many deserted. Glottgut could not feel anger towards his brothers. Instead, solace. All that was left was him, as the Adrians moved towards the stand. The Imperial court began to stand and draw their weapons, looking at Glottgut with scornful eyes...

 

If he could not feel before, he did now. His leather-like skin was punctured from the many pebbles and rocks that consisted of the path to the great gates. The sky swirled and shook, an otherworldly plane made apparent. He could only think of what was, not of what is. He became ever weary, almost reduced to a limp as he continued his journey. His scars widened, as if freshly made from the battlefield. Around him Glottgut heard whispers, screams, and shouting, as if he was back there, on the plane of the living.

 

”Lat will gruw inteh zumazh ztronk.”

Morkar smiled from across the campfire. The swamps of the Shrieking Drake Isles were not very fit for any of the descendants, save for the orcs. Grubgobbla threw a bone that he had just picked clean at Morkar, but the old orc could only laugh. “Wub’z zo funny!? Lat treatin’ mi lyk agh kubby!” Grubgobbla roared, exasperated. Morkar shook his head and leaned back. “Da zpiritz peep ovur lat, lat gruk? Dey do bur all ub uz. Nub furgit diz.” He commented. Grubgobbla stopped eating to take a sip from his waterskin, Carrion Black Ale he had stole off of one of his poor victims. “Haw-haw. Gazigazh diz, Gazigazh dat... Wub dey do fur uz!?” He remarked, spittle and food flying from his mouth into the roaring fire. But Morkar stayed silent and looked towards the sky...

 

“WI TAKE BAK KRUGMAR! TUHDAY! REVENGE BUR DUK!”

Glottgut yelled with all of the rage he could muster. His Myrzym, Stompa, blew its trunk in agreement, while the orcs underneath the Raguk and Lak banner around him cheered and gave shouts of WAAAGH. Their arms stood outside of the battered city. The September Prince had attacked just weeks before, but disagreement in Krugmar had lead to a brutal clan war. They stood outside of the gates, and began skirmishing. After the defenders, Gorkils and their allies, had took too much damage, although without any casualties, they retreated. “CHARGE! DIZ IZ IT, BOYZ!” Glottgut shouted, and there they poured through, cutting down the defenders...

 

A thick trail of blood was left behind by redskin as he was reduced to his knees, crawling. The ground itself was almost fighting against him, rocks burrowing deep into his hands and knees. Soon, it would be turned into a crawl. The gates stood ahead, its figure dwarfing even the mountainous jagged rocks that protruded from the ground around him. And there, the figure stood watching.

 

”Dey trapped uz ‘ere!? Den dat meanz dey’re peepin’ fur agh KLOMP!”

The cheers of the orcish warband filled the halls of Agnarum. Gurukk’Lak, Falum’Lur, Bapzapz’Lak, Zrarly’Raguk, Kondak, Durzub. Names, all names. Glottgut’s mind began to fade as he recalled the battle. Trapped between two gates, slits were noticed almost moments too late as dwarven arrows flew through. The orcs returned their own in fierce defiance. From the outside, two human mercenaries found their way into the dwarven tunnels and began a desperate battle through. In moments, no, was it minutes? The gates had flung open, and the orcs cheered once more. Glottgut looked over the tunnels, grabbing the body of a dwarf and decapitating it. But now, he could not remember why...

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”Agh failed.”

Kal’Tarak was a pile of rubble and bodies, but Glottgut rose. Orc, dwarf, human, elf. All were there, indiscriminately, dead. Beaten, blooded, and battered, he peered over the edge of the city, to see the piles of bodies that had filled the caverns below. His vision faded in and out, yet his consciousness remained true. He followed a trail of blood, leading high into the mountains, but the frigid, biting winds stopped the near-dead orc in his tracks. “Agh zhud hab flatt’d.” He groaned, more in frustration than pain. He had failed the Raguk code, to die in a glorious fashion of battle. The final charge into the tunnels, although doomed, would have brought him glory in the planes of Stargush’Stroh. “A disgraze.” He could only utter, dragging himself through Garrond’s Vale.

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“Mi tik iz obur. Mi zhud hab flatt’d at Kal’Tarak. Diz iz wub mi dezerve.”

What happened next could only be recalled as a blur. One other stood with him, while the others did not. Strangely to him, he did not feel rage. It was solace. He meant every word that he uttered, brandishing his war-cleaver, rusted and in disrepair, as the Imperial court unsheathed their own weapons. He ran forward, unexpected by his the other man who was willing to fight alongside him. With reckless abandon he swung towards the Emperor, and crushed through his armor with brute strength. The Emperor laid on the ground, and Glottgut proudly resigned towards his fate as the Imperial court fought against the two men in chaos. Glottgut uttered his final prayers, to all of his dead allies. feeling tears for the first time. Joy. 

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Rognor!

Morkar!

Duk!

Thoak!

 

IF WE FLAT KLOMPIN’, DEN WE NEBUR FLAT AT ALL!

 

He weakly looked up to the cloaked figure, its face shadowed. A bony hand reached towards the redskin, and the orc, with the last of his mustered strength, grasped it.

 

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(ooc: Thanks to everyone for the great RP. There would have been no better way to go, and the RP leading up to it made me realize why I wanted to be unbanned. And especially, thanks to everyone who even RP’d with this character at all. I loved every second of it)

[MinionManXDD 503]

“Diz iz zo zad” Schnub wipes his eyes with minas

[Andresblu 1]

I like this and I am an alt ?

[Man of Respect 5471]

eath’lur strips and cries

[Elite Snipes 3563]

*Gets word of Glottguts death, he takes a moment to think of all the times he had spent with Glottgut…Remembering the good and bad times they have shared, He then Mumbles these Words to himself “May lat enjoi latzelf in dah Stargosh’Stroh” 

[Shuggie_ 252]

Denis uncorks a bottle of aged Krug & Co sake, pouring it out on the ground. “We lost a real one today. May King John guide his soul.” 

[Novastral 582]

Trazha sheds a tear for the orc who remembered his popo. 

[Dakirennis 959]

“May Kor welcome you at his gate.”

[HedgeHug 2049]

At the edge of the grand plateau holding the Stargush’Stroh, Shagarath sat spending his time overseeing the oh desolate plane of arrival. Behind him sat the Gate of Kor – not far from it, Kor himself. A calm yet endless stream of descendant souls would arrive at this gate, from which many were let into the Stargush’Stroh by the Immortal Spirit.

 

The near ancient uruk blinks, having sighted the familiar silhouette vanish beyond the gate. Having missed him pass by the shaman.

 

”Enjuy lat’z tik in dah eternal landz. Bruddah.”

[PraiseTheLord 868]

 

 

 

 

“The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.”

Soren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard

 

Wasps of verdant green supplemented the deathly stench of the afterlife, curious onlookers too wisped offwards and warded by the presence of another. Krukleyd’Raguk stood before Glottgut, his visage screened of dissapointment yet valued respect.

 

“So much to say, so few time. You were a younger brother to me, Glottgut, much akin to Groggnar’s relationship towards you. I introduced you into the crimson warband, I had hoped you to become everything I was.

 

Yet, I was a bad teacher. I cowered from responsibility when Leydluk was imprisoned, I shied away when danger came. I realize now that you had not become everything I was, but became everything I should have been.”

 

Then, as an illusion, or perhaps reality tricked, a sea of blood washed over the duo, and chains took their limbs. Waves of crimson foam crashed and cascaded onto them, before Glottgut arrived in a domain of spectacular fashion. Large pillars of smoke and industria immortalized in plethora.

They had arrived in the Lord of Chain’s throne room.

 

“Sit beside me, Glottgut. Become one of the Glatek, Galzunizunin years will pass and your name is still immortalized, Ang Gund Griizh.”

[Sykogenic 1333]

18 minutes ago, PraiseTheLord said:

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I’m out of upvotes for the day apparently, but beautiful written man. RIP to some real ones :’(

 

 

[Boxboiy 86]

NUUUB! Mi friend Glottgut... Nuttbut...” The odd-looking blue orc sheds a tear.

[Zacho 2177]

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

 

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