Smoke and Fire | Rex Skalp's End

[Vilebranch 410]

Skorkon’Gorkil, former Dominus to Skalp, offers a sacrifice of iron and grog to the old Rex and aide his ascension to Stargush’stro. There were few moments where he would lament an orc’s passing, as he recognized to die is a great honor. Yet the Gorkil could not help himself from thinking of what could have been, and blaming himself for not going down with him. “May he finulli rezt eazi in Ztarguzh. Da Zpiritz gruk dat he earned it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[BDanecker 867]

This is a good post

[Novastral 582]

Rest easy king

[_Jandy_ 3519]

“Rezt bruddah..” croaks out the old Gorkil “I did nub agree with every decision later in latz life, though lat fought hard for latz life in da Stargush agh lat ought to enjoy it wholly.”

[AWildJay 31]

*Nakita would sit on a hill watching the horizon. She held Skalp's necklace in her hands before falling on her back. She looked up at the sky, hopping that he was watching over her. She promised him that she'd stay strong and it was a promise she was going to keep.*

[LionHeart24 43]

---

---

__________________________________

After Skalp’s Boom, Gorgosha found herself a quiet grassy knoll, and began contemplating her fleeting memories of the legendary uruk she had known as Skalpboila. She thought of his fearsome image, his words that inspired dozens of orcs like herself and his legacy, a united Krugmar, slowly but surely regaining the strength it claimed by right.

The fe-orc rested her head back on the dry grass, eyes roving over the sky above her as she lay there deep in thought. They hardened as she grimaced with regret, regret at not meeting the red skinned orc who had saved her brother’s life earlier, at not having had enough time to know him properly as a brudda.

 

But the grimace softened into a smile, as she lifted a hand to prod at her freshly scarred, slightly crooked nose. The wound was still tender to touch, but she embraced the pain, and the reminder it brought of the promise she had made, and the memory of that brilliant, burned uruk whom she had made it to.

“Ang Gund Griizh, brudda.

Mi’ll mayk lat proud.”

 

__________________________________