The War on Forgotten Lands

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The War on Forgotten Lands

 

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    As the group neared the old lur camp, a small fire was swiftly lit. The orcs gathered around the fire preparing to hunt in the lands of the old city which has swiftly been reclaimed by the nature around it. Animal tracks littered the area, fur was caught in the blades of the grass, and carcasses of small animals littered the area. Something was off, but what could it be?


 

Night came quicker than usual. Swift winds poured over the tops of the grass and wheat within the area carrying the smell of fresh blood. As the group began to finish up their gathering of supplies for the event, howls are heard in the distance. Perhaps they are lur wolves hunting at night. The group carried on as usual with the hunt, leading them on a trail of footprints from a small beast… but followed by a pair of larger footprints. They lead off into the grass taking multiple curves and twists along the terrain, almost as if the animals involved in this where being chased by each other.


 

The group carried on, and so did the howls. Along with those howls, streams of movement begin to scatter across the grass around the group. However one in particular stream darts towards Ugrad who ventured ahead of the group. Before anyone could even save him, he was gone. Taken off into the deep grass as screams and howls and even a slight whimper are heard within the faraway grass. Going to call for help repeatedly he is cut off. The larger groups of uruks and ologs form a circle amongst themselves, which pays off as one of the beast jumps towards the Olog Ghorza’Ogr before she punches it off towards the side. However, she is left with a blood smeared fist from the fur of the beast.

As the beast is hit off towards the side of the group, a tighter circle begins to form around the 2 groups. Ugrad, and the others. Noka’Lur quickly rushes towards Ugrad to answer his calls for help, though her very own Lur Wolf is swept out from beneath her. The group lead by Nazark begins to slowly move towards the last sighting of the two Lurs.



The group finally makes it near Ugrad and Noka. Finding Ugrad with a large bite on his neck, as his body is covered in claw marks and bites. The group tucks themselves into a tight circle as something suspicious begins to happen. The circles disappear from circling the group, however there is one trail remaining. A very large trail circling the group.



It rushes in at once. The larger trail growing nearer and nearer to the group, before stopping in its tracks. A large pair of red eyes emits from the grass before the group. Growling deeply as the sound travels into the ears of the orcs. However the group lashes out at once towards the beast. One orc in particular landed a well noted blow. Korgahk had managed to spear the beast in the eye, sending it into a retreating panic as it ventures back over the hill it came from, leaving the orcs still with a lack of sure knowledge as to what these beasts are. Some orcs are left with flashes of the beast, though no exact picture of what these things were. Consultation would be needed with a very wise orc to tell what these beasts were. The lands of the old city are not the same. The lack of hunters in these fields and valleys has caused the rise of many beasts. However next time in particular, these beasts are surely to return with greater numbers...

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7 minutes ago, Qizu said:

The group lead by Nazark begins to slowly move towards the last sighting of the two Lurs.

“We ztill hav much praktiz to do regarding our formationz.” remarks the Motsham to anybody who will listen