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[EVENT TWO]THE GATE OF DOM: THE FIRES OF AZOG


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Once the darkness had enshrouded the nation of The Iron Uzg from the previous ritual, the evil of the gate sought to be expunged by orcish hands. A new light shined over their hearts and blood. The shamans of Krugmar sought to commune with Azog, their Forgefather. 

 

The procession of Shamans crept beneath the vast undergrowth of the jungle. The sweltering heat emanated from that darkened gate, for their intentions had been made clear. With their intercession to Azog -- a new forge to be laid forth, they sought intercession with that Great Ancestor.  The Age of Fire had burned for a century, and yet the houses of wood and mud remained. The might of the Spirits still hid behind old flames. This day then, would forge a new fire, a new hearth from which to prepare the advent of Spiritual progress.

 


 

 

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And the Lutauman besides them invoked the Gate of Dom once more. The shadows were cast aside and the fire filled the room with an unquenchable heat. Flame engulfed the mouth of the gateway, and ushered forth their Ancestor. From the fires formed the figure of Azog.  Azog was an admirable father with destructive heart and powerful mind. Fear and heat engulfed all those present. They were forced to bow beneath the great Titan.

 


 

GOLM GHAASH BOT-OB

"Azog, give us the fire of the world."

 

A Mortal Stone would be crafted. From the scarred and sacred words of the Greater Ancestral, the artes of the Ancestors were bestowed upon the orcish people should they imbue Azog and the Spirits their former power. A pacting of steel and flame would be remade so that the forge and the fire of the orcish people could engulf the world over.

 


 

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An Ancient Uruk wearing a purple sash would smile at the calling of his Ancestor, Azog. Hopefully soon he would be able to meet his brothers and his ancestor once more, he would mutter to himself "For the blood of Azog."

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Draaghluk, the elder shaman, prepares the fires of the blessed forge as he lets out a melodic chant to the goi.
"Da Aanghum Znarim-ob callz to uz!"

"Da zultz agh da klubz wi make within!"

"Hammered metal into forge wi thruzt!"

"For da mortal ztone wi will then win!"

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