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A Rex Forged in Fire


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In the Age of Fire all will soon come to an end, for every flame that is burning within our soul will be united as one.

 


 

The stone room was damp and littered with growing fungus and bacteria along the cave walls within the depths of the Uzg on this particular night. Within this prison of disease and filth of a meeting room there would be two individuals across the table from one another, the Rex, and the Elder. As they exchanged words and guidance with one another the candlelit within the room would extinguish and all went dark.

“Do you hear me Rex?” a voice whispered within his ear. The Elder sat silently with a grin, before speaking a simple phrase “He is here.”

At once the darkness would go corrupt as a pillar of fire emerged upon the table before the Rex. At this moment a deal would soon be proposed and shortly thereafter a deal would be accepted. Throughout the entirety of the Uzg all the fires and flames would beam a pillar of bright light and a loud scream would erupt through the jungle as flocks of birds swarmed out of them in utter fear. The Fire before the Rex would enrage and form a passage for him to enter, and so he did.  From the skin of the Rex two horns would begin to tear through his flesh as they spiralled around, emerging to form a crown upon his skull.

“Through fire and war they will come. So it is and must always be. Never will this crown fall from your head. Never will your destiny not be your own.” He spoke.

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"The time for ruin is upon us." A wispy voice hissed, her words being taken by the icy winds of the north. She held a torn parchment in her hand as she peered out to the dark horizon. "My siblings have been so busy... I believe we're due for a meeting." The woman murmured before releasing the paper and watching it flutter into the darkness.

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The transformed Rex sat within a new body, and a new nation. The fire that spilled through his blood urged him to act, to plan-- to see the work of Krug and Azdromoth come to fruition. This world would burn for the might of Krug, a new baptism like the one of Aegis past. If the fires had made him uruk, then these new fires would do the same to the world.

 

ANG GIJAK-ISHI!

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"Grim times are upon us, dear frien'... Letz hope yah chose right.. " A Red Uruk sighs as he catches word of what happened to his Rex.

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