In With the Old

[Sykogenic 1333]

 

A “New” Wargoth Emerges

 

 

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The scarred orc heaved himself from his seat on a log, the wood creaking as it was relieved from his weight. He stood proudly, looking around him at his clansmen that gathered before him. With a loud grunt he would pull his large, gnarled Orcish cleaver from his side and thrust it skyward. “Ang Gijak Ishi!” he would roar, shaking his maw with fervor, spittle flying about. He would let the chant die down before he tossed his sword aside and began speaking again, this time in a much more somber and serious tone.

 

”Brothers, Sisters, it is with a heavy heart that I call you all here today. As I am sure you all know, Korgahk, cub of Murak, has been whitewashed. His Rexdom was challenged and the fight he agreed to left him banished should he lose. You all shall not aid him or offer him shelter for this is a journey he must endure on his own. Hope is not lost for him though, with time he may regain his honor in the eyes of the Rex and Krugmar, and rejoin us one day. In his absence I declare myself Wargoth of Clan Gorkil again.”

 

He would grab a small knife from his belt, holding open his hand and making a few deft slices into it as he reopened the scars that had been carved into his palm by Nazark many years ago, the symbol of the Wargoth.

 

“It is not my desire to keep this title though, the life of Clan Elder much better suits me and allows me more time to pursue my dedication to the Spirits. It is my hope and desire to work much more closely with you all, to help you grow as Orcs but more importantly as leaders so that one day someone else may take this mantle and lead Clan Gorkil to prosperity. I call upon you all today. Stand up and bring glory to this clan, bring honor to Krugmar, and show reverence to the Spirits. Do this, and Clan Gorkil will rise once more.”

 

 

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[Guzr 2050]

Kardakus’Ram huffs, sitting in his wartent with a pipe in his maw as he pondered. 

”Mi shall have to go blah to this Hargurr ash day.” 

He said to his ashen brothers around the fire.

[Elite Snipes 3563]

The once burdened orc would hear of this declaration as he left the city for who knows how long.. Korgahk simply patted his Warboar as he walked through the savanna, determined to redeem himself in the eyes of his people as well Krugmar.

[TheNanMan2000 473]

Smoking some cactus green in the savanna and gazing over a painting depicting a certain green Orc made by Quavinir, he was given the news of his eldest son’s Whitewashing and Hargurr’s Wargothdom ”Well, lat’z nub much ov ah zon ov Murak until lat’z been whitewazhed atleazt azh tik... Mi’z glad Hargurr haz taken lead, though.  Reluktant Waghgoffz mayk wize deziziunz. Mi only fearz mi wyll have to get off mi fat arze to help out”
 

[Dreek 1633]

Lurtz’Gorkil hears of this news and ponders it- soon he has discovered that his favorite loin cloth is soaked in his own drool