A path chosen by a blind Raguk

[Cloakedsphere 1462]

Spoiler

 

This is character development for One-eyed willie, the (now) blind Raguk. This information is only known by those whom have interacted with willie in these small events or were to witness the character remove his eye as an offering to the shaman.
 

"Your time has come."
A faint voice, echoing through the mind of the blind Raguk would continue to repeat itself as he lied next to the pool of blood. His very own leaking into the dirt beneath his face as the chants of the haruspice would continue. Visions of the great battles of Krug vs. Iblees would flash through his mind. The Stargush'stroh would blaze through as he laid lifeless on the floor, the dream causing him to spin as it moved at break-neck speeds. Each image, burning a memory into his mind as it'd fly past. But just as soon as he had fallen into this dream, so quickly was he awaken.

The ground was cold as the blind Raguk awoke. Unable to see anything at all and in much pain as the wound over his (now) removed eye would still be fresh. The haruspice chants, fiery pits of blood, and sounds of people walking by are long gone. His mind still spinning from the vision he had saw in his dream. The Raguk pushed himself up off the floor, every movement being clearly audible as his hand pressed into the dirt, crushing each and every small rock together and sending echoes into the orcish ears. The wind blowing through the air, causing the flags of the Iron'uzg to flap in the breeze, sending loud snaps. One-eyed willie begins to wonder if he is dead? Perhaps the offering he had given the haruspice was insufficient and seen as an insult? 

Suddenly, he hears calls from his orcish brothers and sisters to gather in the throne room. Somehow he had ended up outside, laying on the steps next to the entrance of the throne room. The rumbling of the horde sending waves through the Raguk's body, shaking him to his core as he attempts to follow the direction in which the sound is headed; He now knew that he had not died. He makes his way into the throne room and falls down the steps before crawling over to the table in which he was familiar with. As he sat at the table, the air would smell of death and many different languages would be spoke. He would overhear the Rex speak to a being. As the rest would look on to the event, all the Raguk could do was listen. 
"Wub iz happening?" The Raguk would ask.
"Diz man bringz bub'hozh hammah" someone replies to him.
The event would conclude with the Raguk still wondering. 

The Raguk questions himself and ponders his life as he now finds himself outside the throne room. He thinks about his past and how he was left to die in the deserts as he lost one eye at a very young age. Even returning to the Iron'uzg, he had not found a purpose. The few friends he had made in his own mind seemingly come and go. The Raguk had felt lonely, lost, and afraid. As another face approached him, he would speak. A familiar voice to the Raguk; The shaman that he had given his only eye to. The two would speak for a short time before the shaman quickly realized that the Raguk did not know much of his own history. For he had been left for dead, he was never taught the histories of his people. Yet the images from his dream were still burned in his mind. Every time the shaman spoke, a new image would flash in his mind from beyond the mortal realm. An image depicting the spirits within the Stargush'stroh.



The Raguk was brought to a goblin by the Shaman to learn more about the histories of their people. They spent many hours together, learning about the creation of the Orcish people and why they were cursed. But the blind Raguk would still question why he would be chosen to carry on the blood of a great warrior like Krug if he were left for dead and now blind. He was in fear of once again being left for death by his peers. For the tales of all the great orcish leaders and battles that have been won were all done by those who could see. He knew that there would be no place for him in the Iron'uzg as a blind uruk. Saddened by the thoughts, the lessons would conclude and the goblin and shaman would all part ways. The Raguk would find himself huddled up near a bookshelf to sleep. He had not been granted a home and wonders if his people will accept him into their lives like the shaman and the goblin had done or will he be put to death for his inability to see? The future of the Raguk was unclear. Yet one thing was certain...

His journey has only just begun.

[Panashea 2644]

The dark nature of blindness ingulfs your mind. The new wound within your flesh still burns.  It festers within your thoughts as the sound of wars echo out from the past. This unending orcish conquest continues its drumbeat. There is more to desire from this world, and more to desire from your blood. This drumming, the fire- or its curse, stirs from within you.

 

BLOODLUST, and all the wisdom it may bring.

 

An itch of violence surges from deep within you. The Ancestors must be sated. 

[Cloakedsphere 1462]

Spoiler

Please do not meta-game the events taken place. If you were there or witnessed it, you may reply to the character development as you see fit. Thanks!

After a long travel to and from the dwarves with Malgunuz, the Raguk was to find the rex. After getting lost multiple times on the way back to the Uzg, he had found himself at the center of the city where the rex stood. He had called out for the rex as he overheard some talking not far from where he had currently stood. Malgunuz had made it back to the Uzg long before the blind Raguk yet he had instructed the blind and lost creature to relay a message to the rex. As they spoke to the rex, the blind Raguk was only able to get off a few words before being interrupted about being unable to see what was clearly right infront of him.

Another orc, unknown to the Raguk, had questioned why the Raguk had given up his only eye and what shaman would make him do such a thing. The shaman exclaimed that the Raguk would be useless in the nature of war and fighting as he had now been "reduced" by giving up his only eye. The Raguk was insulted and angered quickly. He would speak back to the shaman, exclaiming that he was not weak like he had said and that he should bite his own tongue unless he had wished to fight right then and there. The shaman grew angered and threatened the Raguk, yet in the face of adversity, the Raguk would not back down. It would be evident that the Raguk, newly returned to the Uzg would still be fearful if his peers are accepting of him and his flaws as a spawn of Krug. 








The two would clash in a game of words and insults, threats and promises. Yet no one would be declared a winner in the battle of words and pride. The Raguk stormed off, leaving the group behind. Wondering if this was his home? His new friend, Malgunuz, had just given him a house inside the Uzg the very same cactus day. Yet he wondered if he was welcome to stay. The Raguk made his way back to his home, still empty and unfurnished. He'd curl up into a corner, clearly saddened by the encounter. He would soon fall asleep.

As the Raguk would dream, he would dream about what is to happen to him next. In fear of insulting the shaman, he had been threatened to be cursed. Perhaps the journey for him was short and not long traveled? He would find himself in a completely black room within his own mind. Standing, hands over his non-existent eyes. He calls out to those whom he had sacrificed his last eye to.
"Why muzt latz tezt mi?!" he roars.
"Mi juzt wunt tu pleaze duh zpiritz n' zhow mi pride!" he would cry but no tears would flow down his face.
"Gib mi a chance tu zee again n' mi zhow duh realm how ztrong n' uzeful mi iz!"

With those last words uttered, the darkness in the room would quickly disappear and the room would become blindingly bright. A large hand within his own mind would reach down and grab hold of the Raguk, raising him out of the dark pit within. As he would move faster and faster out of the dark pit, he would glance to his left and right sides respectfully, seeing multiple spirits communing and speaking. He did not know whom they were, as he had never seen them before. Their faces blurred and voices muffled. The large hand he had been riding on would then quickly close on himself, crushing himself and awakening him from his slumber. 

Yet something was different. 

[Zacho 1741]

In the distant reaches of the world an elder 'ame lay positions carefully on a cot, his body squirming about and twitching haphazardly. Time ticked on as nightmares of the Elysian haunted him alongside the anxieties that came with his figure... but finally did he dream. His eyes opened to witness a figure amidst a crowd, then one of sorrow, and finally that figure alone. In a snap he woke as sweat dribbled down his face and fell off onto the floor beside. 

 

"Another has been found"

 

Was all he muttered before he gently stood inside of his Celia'nor abode.