What now of the Uzg?

[Guzr 2050]

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WHAT NOW OF THE UZG

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The ork stepped into that of the city, the maggots already at his wounds. The lung cancer he had been afflicted with had worsened considerably, Clots of blood formed upon his beard, his figure had grown incredibly thin. Even his voice, of which once boomed loud and high as he terrorized the vintasians, had been reduced to a hoarse and guttural mumble. 

 

Nevertheless, this was the least of his worries. Laden in his arms, was the corpse of his brother, leader and mentor. One that had brightened the fire in his political and military career, that had taught him literature and logistic, taught him the morality of debauchery and removed such evil from his life. The corpse of Targoth Leydluk’Raguk. 

 

He dropped the blood-sapped corpse infront of the other orks, before moving over to a pyre of flame, and tossing a torch that had been lit onto the Ork’s flesh. 

“Listen up!

The goth is dead! Our leader has fallen, and with it our dreams for an eternal uzg. I have never been one for fancy words and long talks, but I will tell you this; Stay strong. Stay together. Follow your wargoths and grow your clans, grow your culture; begone with this curse of loss that befalls us. And to you, Wargoths of the Uzg, remain loyal to ork kind, remain together with your clan and those that would follow you.” He then raised his hand in a last Ragukian salute.

 “ANG GUND GRIISH”

The ork, Wargoth Garrdum’Raguk was later seen charging into the lion’s den, swinging his sword wildly as he fought the Orenian rally in Helena on his own. Soon after, the ork laid on his back, sword and blade stuck in his flesh as he eyed the stars. 

 

With a smile, he chuckled, for he was soon to be with his brothers and fellow warriors. He had not died a coward’s death with his illness, but that of a warrior. 

His tale had ended, but that of the ork goes on. Many a clan would segregate and move elsewhere, moving to create a new life. . .

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

“BooOss? BoOOoss!?” Aki’Raguk roared as he wandered the war struck city. He would continue searching for Leydluk, wandering the lands of Arcas, until he’d meet his end at the end of a blade or at his own hunger.

[Guest]

The Field of Eternal Tranquility, Stargush’Stroh

 

Leydluk would welcome Garrdum into the Stargush and offer him a seat by Krug’s table, where orks of time immemorial dined on the sweet broth that the likes of Grubgoth Wud – and the hundreds of Grubgoth that came before him – prepared, “We did well, brudda. And we did what was orkish. Now we can only rest easy, and watch over our ilk who are not so fortunate as us, we who dine with Krug. Our Golden Age was nigh, nearly within our grasp, but now the mantle must be passed, for the spirit of Krug lives within all uruks – no matter their allegiance – and it will guide them to greatness once again.” He then chuckled heartily, drank from a skull goblet and wrestled Glottgut for a chicken leg. 

 

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