Malignancy in the Uzg

[Guzr 2050]

 

 

MALIGNANCY IN THE UZG

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Kinul, spirit of Disease, Pestilence and Failure after Orgon’s fall.

The Wargoth sat in that of the palace; relaxed in his consciousness. His cracked and dry lips wrapped around the snakehead of a Hookah, volumes of smoke routing from his flaring nostrils. He was living the good life. Battles were frequent, his clan was successful - If not the most among the Federation -, and the drugs kept him to a perpetual state of peace; even if it conflicted him at heart, for  ‘who is to be so wasteful and unproductive?’ Leydluk had always told him.

 

As the ork sat, he reflected upon his turmoils. He had slain many a Krugmarian ork, the same peoples his late blood-brother, Hazurk’Raguk, the only one who respected him as a bastard amongst his family, had died a patriot to, fighting for their nation. A martyr, though he carried on with the slaughter.A sharp pain jolted through his chest, and he coughed once more. As he opened his eyes, a dark figure danced at the edges of his vision, but when he looked over it dissipated swiftly; a figment of his imagination, no doubt. Though, for a moment he could swear he saw a thin monster, that of the spirits, swinging a skull on a rope, the fume of incense lofting from its sides.

 

***

 

The ork marched into the arena; rays of light splattering across his physique. Garrdum noticed he had become thinner, paler than usual. Though, this was of no mind to the Ork. He was a hearty Raguk, the toughest of the lot, after all. Surely he would persevere over a simple cold. He moved towards the top of the stadium, standing beside the Shocktrooper, Dura’Raguk and folding his arms across his chest, watching as orks went about their daily lives. Some gambled on fights between Mûrak and Aki, others sharpened blades for the war. The Wargoth’s focus was upon Froki, however, as he punished a slave for their imputence.

 

Casual conversation commenced, queries and replies upon the War situation and Froki’s actions, when the ork felt yet another contraction in his chest, stifling a cough before another came, and then another. At first, he thought it simply the regular coughing fit he had as of recent times, though his calloused hands would redden with blood as he dropped to a singular knee; brows furrowing weakly towards his palms as the convulsions continued. 

 

Other orks rushed to aid him, and stand him afoot; notably that of Clog, Dura and Froki, though the ork brushed this off; maintaining his able-bodiedness and getting to his feet, before yet another attack would reach him. Soon, he was seated upon the throne, wiping sanguine fluid from his wrist and forearm. 

They insisted he had some sort of disease in his lungs, and that the spirits had thrown his sides with that of darts.

 

“Mi’z goin’ to dis wagh, nub blah it otherwise.” He said as he turned to leave, returning to the palace; where he succumbed to slumber in his bed, the image of the figure at the edge of his vision replaying in his mind, their arms dropping due to necrosis and regrowing as if they were branches.

The next morn, Garrdum tried as he could to lift his feet, but to no avail.

He was dying.

OOC:

Going camping with my friends, so I’ll be unable to come to the Warclaim. Thought it would be fun to use this inactivity as a character plot for Garrdum.

Good luck, boys. 

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“ANG GUND GRIISH.”

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Aki cried, for how could Garrdum feed him in bed?