A Tired Orc

[Doom321 305]

 

Bogrum’Lak, after being given Rex, climbed up the Rex’s castle, up the stoney cold steps and into the warm, dim lit throne room, there he sits down in content and comfort, he sits there for a few hours before pulling out his journal, flipping open the crude leather book and onto the rough linen pages, he recalls fond memories of times past, his mentor and guide as an orc, Shreck’Lak, who helped him when he was a young tusked orc, the memories of training and being the right hand man, along side his brother, Elder Tawdnug’Lak.

With Shreck’Lak and Elder Tawdnug’Lak, Bogrum’Lak would find endless fun and enjoyment in being apart of the Clan Lak, always happy to wake up and journey, fight and talk with his brothers, everyday was a day for Laklul and Krug in the old orcs eyes, as they grew slightly misty as he recalls Tawdnug’s death, flipping the page to spare him the trouble memories of his slain brother, coming across the great Grubgoth Wud. 

The Greatest Grubgoth, and the closest friend, Bogrum would fill the hole Tawdnug left with the endless entertainment of Wud, the simple, brutish Olog who would serve nothing but delicious grub and fill the bellies of all Uruks was one of Bogrum’s closest friends, if not the only friend outside of Lak Bogrum trusted his entire life to. Wud was someone he trusted dearly and would always be glad to see him no matter what, as he was the greatest Olog to have ever lived.

Pain gripped Bogrum’s heart as he recalled the old memories, flipping the page and coming across another newer orc, that of the bald orc Tajo. He was at first unimpressed by Tajo but after numerous time spent together, Bogrum grew to respect and eventually become friends with Tajo, admiring his skill and actions, he was always happy to go on hunts and kill people brutally with Tajo’s savage skill at his side, Bogrum remembered those times .

But as the old orc flipped through his journal, he looked around in his throne room.

Empty.

He looked to his left, expecting to see the shambling obease figure of Grubgoth Wud, giving him fresh meat and saying some wise proverb like “Eat Halfing.” But he wasn’t there, and as Bogrum would look to his left for the old Laklul members who he stood side by side with, through the destruction of the Dark Shamans and Ugluk, through wars and uprisings. Expecting to see the Valiant Elder Tawdnug’Lak, Swampgoth Shreck’Lak and his newest friend, Tajo the bald elf.

He saw no-one.

Bogrum looked down at his scars, and at his journal. closing his eyes and snapping the journal shut, wrapping it in the sinew string of an animal. he placed it in the burning brazier next to him, the wisps of memories crackling and burning under the flame, he sat back down on the cold throne, in his empty hall and closed his eyes, clenching his fists as a tear dropped from his face.

Bogrum was alone.

[Etherealxx 232]

Lubok’Lak cries inside some more. This time because he is not noticed by Borgrum.

[Sykogenic 1333]

6 minutes ago, Etherealxx said:

Lubok’Lak cries inside some more. This time because he is not noticed by Borgrum.

 

Hargurr’Gorkil, the ever diligent servant to Krugmar, cries in senpai notice me as well.

[Guest]

Little did Bogrum know, Wud was watching from far, far away: a place so far away that only death could grant access. Here the Grubgoth was to spend eternity - until the very last descendant died and even longer – preparing sweet ambrosia for the other felled uruks who basked in it’s violent embrace. He stirred his pot in long anticipation. Perhaps he would wait for a century, perhaps a dozen. But nonetheless, he waited... waiting for Bogrum.

 

 

 

[Travista 1361]

In Bogrum’s heart Shreck would be ever present. 

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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