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The Rite of Battle

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While inspecting a freshly constructed Theruz Shrine, Falum’Lur notices some rustling in the papers below held in the library. As he descends he comes into contact with Malohk of the Yar Clan reading upon old Yars and Ancestors. Malohk notices Falum and explainsMi wus readin sum books tryin to find anything on old Yars.” Falum’Lur gazes over the book the young Yar reads and begins to offer his knowledge to Malohk as he says “Theruz bless this lessun mi am gonna teach lat. I have known dub Yars that have flatted in the past years.”

 

“There wus a Yar by the name, Phaedrus. Mi wus too young to ever meet him before he was killed by Rex Kharak’Raguk but he was a well known klomper agh wus well verzed in the spirits.”

 

“The other was, Vorgo’Yar, who wus also my popo. He wus best known for klomping agh defeating the Greater Spirit of Disease, Orgon, but alzo zerved under Kharak as Targoth, Dominuz agh when da time came Rex. A internal wagh grew in the lands of Krug along wiff a foreign threat uf a Hooman agh Albai empire marching on San’Kharak. In da end, he wus flatted before da pink skin courtz for da blaming uf Orgon.”

Falum reaches towards his neck and lifts up a bone hanging on the end of it “Thiz iz all I have to rememba him by. They sawed off him tuzkz as prizes for ivory.” Malohk looks focused on the conversation as he learned of some of his clans ancestors and says “Vorgo wer lat popo? Mi think mi heard da name blahed but he sownds like a hosh orc. Mi cannub find any books on him though.” Falum remains silent for a moment as he begins to light a cactus green blunt and lets the incense of it smoke out the shrine.

 

“We nub need any books to lurn. All we need is da relic mi has in mi hand to blah with his Spirit in Stargush’Stroh.” he raises the bone tusk before the light and flicks the blunt towards Malohk “It might be hosh to take sum of dat medicine if lat am new wiff spirit walking.” The young Yar fumbles for the blunt but once received takes a great drag of it as he begins to say in a muffled voice “Mis been to the Realm uf Votar before, but nevur the Stargush’Stroh.” They both let the high of the blunt take them and begin to meditate while the smoke drifts around them and the torch of the library burns brightly.



 

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Their minds grow focused on the tether and the chantings of the ritual grow louder their minds begin to grow warped as the foundation beneath them grows with tall grasses and the sky is drowned by the torch in a glorious combination of  orange and crimson. They rise from the grasses and travel through the thick of it searching after tracks that may have been left behind but only seem to enter a denser forested area. Before they knew it, the jaws of a large beast snap shut behind them and leave them trapped within the darkness of it’s maw. Malohk quickly begins to panic as he tries to find a weapon but Falum grabs and shakes him “Do nub klomp it. This beast is a Dunah Skhell.”

 

Malohk glares at the Shaman attempting to understand his words but leaves his trust and faith and lets him guide the spirit walk into the belly of the beast. They wander in the confines of the belly with the darkness blinding their every movement until a faint light can be seen. Quickly they begin to draw near to the light and turn to find a campfire with a skeletal figure hiding behind the smoke. Malohk begins to question why a campfire lies within a turtle while Falum begins to speak in Old Blah to the aging Spirit that sat before them offering his greetings to Vorgo of Yar. “It is always hosh to peep lat again popo.” Falum relays to his father as Malohk speaks up offering his greetings “Throm’ka, mi am Malohk of the Yars.”

 

The Spirit of Vorgo’Yar looms forward revealing his true orcish figure, his spiritual presence surges when the Yar greets him, “A Yar lat has brought? Nub many haz visited since mi flat, but mis been serving Yar klompin agh feastin alongside him.” Malohk bewildered by the spirit replies “Yuh gruk Yar? Mi ancestor?” and a laugh booms from the Spirit’s voice “This am mi home, yung Yar. This is mi realm serving unda the great spirit, Yar. We com from da same bloods, Malohk, da same peoplez.” The trio sat among the spiritual fire and talk to some lengths.

 

“So wub brings lat here, yung Malohk?” the Spirit questions the orc’s visit to his realm “It nub be an oftun thing dat sumash accompanies my cub here.” Malohk looks up to the ancestor and replies “I wizh to prove miself to mi clan. Mi am a hunta and dus it in da name of Votar agh Yar. Mi seeks the guidanze of the great ancestors, the legends of the Yars.” Vorgo reminisces back to his days of the Mortal hunt and says solemnly “Votar, one uf mi favorite past times. If lat wishes to prove latself stick tu lats roots, agh hunt agh trap a ferocious animal like the Dunah Skhell. Mi flatted a dwarf since the tales told uf a stowt flatting Yar. It myte be worth ztickin tu da tales and peepin lats luck wiff a jabbernak.”

 

The Spirit wanders around the campfire a bit longer and returns to his seat behind the smoke as some of his speech turns to the Old Tongue due to his aged spirit making it a bit hard to understand Vorgo “If lat succeeds lat will be glorified by lats clan and the ancestors. Yar himzelf will be peepin over the votar and peep lats worth.” The longer the descendants stayed the more the spirits speech returned to the Old Tongue and it begins to all weigh down upon the young Yar and renders him unconscious. Falum returns his gaze to the spirit of his father as Vorgo does the same speaking first “Mi knows why lat haz come here mi cub.” The shaman raises his head in curiosity of Vorgo’s words and asks what he meant.

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The environment begins to shift and dematerialize around them as a vast forest sprouts rapidly from their foundation. The father and son begin running through the forest as if they were hunting in the jungles of Axios again. The Spirit passing between trees and bushes at incredible speeds returns his sight upon his son and speaks in a muffled tone “You visit oftun mi cub. A shamans duties am a heavy labor that must be done, but do nub let it affect lats battles in the mortal uzg.” Falum remains silent as he attempts to keep up with his father but is quickly being outran.

 

“Peep lat now mi cub. The fasting for the rituals is ruining lat. It uzed to be dat lat culd keep up wiff me but now lat am falling behind, lat haz grown weak.” The Stargush’Stroh quickly begins to warp as Falum’s magic power begins to exhaust him and Vorgo continues running ahead leaving the Shaman to fall unconscious, but before he does Falum falls to one knee and looks on after his father leaving last words for the Spirit “Mi will lizten tu lats words, mi popo. If lat wus willing to fall by the blade then I shall do the same as thoze many before mi.”

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