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[Izig Clan] A Bloodied Izig Banner Rises


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The burned visage of Skaatchnak’Izig felt the brilliance of the sun burn his numb skin. There was a time where the orc had questioned the passing hours, deep within the sandy fortress of San’Khatun. Skaatchnak had seen this place many times; a temporary home marred by the bloodshed and the death of his child, Nuurzum.  It came to him in nightmares and clouded dreams of a nation he once bled for, and now in the light of the waking sun.  He hadn’t slept, lost within the blood trance of a ritual he had practiced centuries ago. Before he had even set sail for Atlas. Beneath the claret and viscera, he could see the Krugmar orc he had blessed. Contempt and anger had kept the orc alive in a war, and now the haruspex baptized his enemies with the grace and strength of his ancestors. Was this war? The conclusion to the battle he had lost?

 

 

    The Izig had questioned this before the exile with the Braduks in Arcas, and the answer had always remained the same. 

    They were orcs and they were his people.

    Skaatchnak’Izig crested the horizon, raising a banner he had let rest for a century. 

 


IZIG CLAN

GHASHN-GRISH
(Blood speaks)

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It is said that an Izig is born with two weapons in their hands. Cursed to bear the weight of violent lives, an Izig strengthens themselves beneath the pressure. Hardship begets truth. Practicing haruspexy, the Izig clan communes with the Ancestral Spirits in the signs and omens of the mortal realms. They draw upon the scars they bear, and use them to plan for the future, and analyze their past. 


ANCESTRAL TOOLS OF COMMUNICATION

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 In their worship veered towards the Ancestrals, many Izig partake in the construction of great totems, idols and statues inspired by their Ancestrals, attempting as accurately as they can to represent and replicate how they truly were, or any reminiscent aspect of them. They believe that bone connects the legacy of orcs within the Stargush to those on the earth, and with sacrificial blood they use to bathe these totems, the connection grows stronger.

 

 

SPIRITUALISM
                
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In their insatiable lust for conquest, blood and glory, many Izig recklessly leave their minds forsaken and vulnerable, only focused at this very single purpose, their bloodlust on the edge. It’s in these moments that their heads are tampered by exploitive spirits, spirits of mental instability, awaiting an opportune time to latch onto someone.

To avoid these Spirits, among other dark and vile ones that veer their eyes towards them, it’s within their creed that the construction of freaky idols is of aid, with the intent of being terrifying and bizarre, made to scare away these spirits alongside also does that seek to invade their land and lairs.

In case an Izig is suspected to have fallen victim of an evil influence or spirit, the clan executes a ritual taken from the Maukta within the Thagurz’Grizh, donning masks and shedding their greed, bloodlust, and gluttony with dance and fire. 

 

APPEARANCE

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    An Izig is easily identifiable by the garb they wear, and their potent roles within orcish society. Goblins serve haruspice; embalming, draining blood, performing acupuncture, their dexterity serves in etching the truth of pain within the flesh. Ologs serve as grave tenders and spiritual wards, protecting the clan by repulsing the negative spirits with their stupidity. Izigs are fond of metalworking, though often don feathers or more tribal garb. Many are scarred or possess wounds that never heal; a testament to their eternal pursuit of truth, and justice. 

 

 

WAY OF LIFE

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Once an Izig is accepted into the clan, they seek the same desires of their progenitor, Agzal the Titan; to bring all of Krug’s children into a life of honor, and death alongside their Father. Some become haruspex or gravetenders, while others seek to prove their worth in grand displays of wealth or strength. They regard the immortal and elemental spirits with great suspicion and apprehension, almost solely focusing on Ancestralism and Haruspexy. An intensely ritualistic and superstitious folk, Izigs are often seen congregating, fervently working towards ensuring that the afterlife is a place for all orcs. 

 

 

 


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If you’re interested in joining this clan feel free to fill out the application or find Skaatchnak IRP. If you’re interested in haruspexy, or want to learn and provide feedback, feel free to message me on the forums or discord(dreamsicle#1521).

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Ologs serve as grave tenders and spiritual wards, protecting the clan by repulsing the negative spirits with their stupidity.

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This is literal gold.

 

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[!] Deep within a cave, the broad, scar-ridden back of a sand-skinned figure lumbers as it slouches over. Faint traces of light fight their way through the insurmountable darkness, barely revealing the profile of a rabid, frothing beast-- bearing two tusks and only one eye. It murmurs incoherently, before lashing down the stud-coated whips of a flagellum over the congealed disfigurement that riddled its back.

Long has this beast holed in its lair. Long has it lost its pack, which could as well think of him dead-- if not all dead themselves.

 

"Popo. . . .PoOoOOOOpOOOOoOorrRRRRGH. . ." it growls with a whimper, as a newfound source of blood squirms from the barely healing wounds on its back and splashes against the cold, hard rock of the cavern.

 

 

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