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MURMURS OF THE OLD TARGOTHS: AN APOLOGY


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A vision of the violence brought on by bloodlust.


Skaatchnak felt the heat of war melt his mind. Like the haruspices before him, he could peer into the darkened claret that shaped his people’s conquests. He descended into his city’s underbelly. The familiar warmth brought back visions of his great desert city. He submerged himself in the blood of the feasting pool. The hums of the other practitioners brought his mind to a cool edge. He thought of war.

 

 

When he arrived in Arcas, it was difficult to say what had compelled the orcish people into battle. He witnessed them in a frenzy. A wrathful fist that crushed and battled until their world was taken from them. The Ancestors had become a long list of powerful orcs cut from their lives at an early age. 

 

 

The Rex meditated within the sanguine space. He found his own rage. The fire of the orcish people. The fire in his people -- of the old Targoths who wished to declare war against their descendant kin. In their absence, their strength poured into him. Their bloodlust stoked an intense fire within him. He wanted to continue their fight, but knew it would be at the cost of the orcish people. Retribution came to all, and now he stood as Rex of a nation he warred against. The orc would sever pieces of himself.  Branching the gap between old and new. 

 

 

The dwarven people would receive a message attached to a single dried finger . 


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THE ORCISH PEOPLE SEEK TO MAKE AMENDS WITH THE DWARVEN PEOPLE
THE BEGINNING OF AN APOLOGY.

 

For the Dwarves
 

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Please schedule a meeting with the Rex to discuss the latter half of this apology. 

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Amaesil Vuln'miruel would nod toward the ranger that had brought him this news. He traces a crack along the table with his index finger in thought. A mutter escapes his lips.

 

"Honorable beyond measure."

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