The fall of an ancient one

[LPT 771]

Zabgub looked up at the sky, atop the Orcish federation walls as multiple human troops run past him. Secluded, by himself, not an Orc brother near him. He had been ambushed, by multiple humans on his tactical retreat. Zabgub had seen better days, but like all great things he had to come to an end. Like any good Orc should, his end was bloody for he had picked off some humans trying to scale the wall, others and even got a few hits in on the group who had finally ended his life. Now all Zabgub could do is lay down as humans rush by him one by one, bleeding out as he would meditate. Zabgub had accepted his death, he could almost feel it coming as the day of battle drew closer. He had no regrets, he lived an honorable life and fulfilled many positions of influence throughout his 358 long years of life. 

 

On his person upon death, there was a small note titled. “Will” It had the following statements ”Mi gib ull mi Kuban cigarz tu duh leadur ob Raguk. Mi rivalz whu kept mi ztrong, zome tik mi friendz, buzinezz partnurz. Zmoke agh phat azh fur mi.” “Duh rezt ob mi ztuff guz tu Gorkil”

 

 

((Rushed post for a kinda shitty ending to my character. I wish I could’ve fought instead of dying to lag, but at least my death can be from a siege : ‘ – ). This is the death of a Character I’ve had for nearly 6 years. It has by far my longest playing time and it’s a bit sad to see it go, but it is time. Shoutout to Bog, Elite, Wud, Tortuga and Pond for being the realist homies))

 

[TheNanMan2000 473]

Murak’Gorkil heard about the news of Zabgub’s death, although was not saddened.  He did not know the ancient Orc very well, but knew he had a long honourable history, and looked forward to someday meeting him in the Stargush’Stroh

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Nazark’Gorkil looks fondly upon the new scar of a gatehouse, a sign of Kor and of the battle in which Zagbub had fallen. His flesh would never let him forget the clansman who had fallen defending his nation and Kor would surely welcome the honorable elder.
”Gug’ye, bruddah.”

[Arkelos 1027]

An Orc of Aegis greets the elderly Orc into the Stargush’Stroh, The black skinned orc nodding as he speaks in a raspy tone “Lat hab finneleh eurned lats rezt. Led uz peep da fate ub da Uruks.” he says, simply moving to bring Zabgub to his final resting place.

[Guzr 2050]

Wargoth Garrdum’Raguk sits in his hut, eyes flicking to that of a war-cleaver; pondering deeply with grief.

[Guest]

Kairn pours one out for the Orc who once brought him cigars as a diplomatic gift.

 

 

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[Elite Snipes 3563]

Wargoth Korgahk’Gorkil would hear of his good friends death, he would look up at the sky and say “Iht haz been ah hunur tu work azide lat agh flat agh flat da humies bezide lat. May lat rezt in da Stargush’Stroh” 

[ThatGuy_777 220]

An ogrish, malformed Uruk dwells beneath the shade of an ashen tree, practically lifeless. It is only when the thunderous union of screams and steel against the gates of Krugmar reaches a crescendo that he awakens from his hunger-fueled stupor. As beneath the worn skull of some forgotten one-eyed giant, bloodshot eyes of blue greet the horizon, smoke rising over once impenetrable walls that now seemed hardly fit for a premature halfling. Coughing with the ferocity of a Lur wolf, his breathing finally steadies.

 

”Inevitable az all fingz, I ztil regret mi abzenz bruddaz. May latz zpiritz grant tha flat a welcome hand. Gug’ye.”

[Liv 485]

“w’en da orcs all suddenly die-off from under a couple of weeks of Raguk leaders’ip, focking mint” the dwarven blacksmith would say with a chuckle to her voice as her hand makes a circle with her index and thumb, stretching it out in front of her as she’d speak