THE BLOODFLAME SHAMAN BURNS: THE DEATH OF SKAATCHNAK'AKAAL

[Panashea 2644]

 

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How do you condense 6 Years? How do you document the rise and fall of nations and the change in players- worlds pre and post lore games? Skaatchnak was alive longer then I’ve been an adult, and I think the character developed in a really profound way as I got older. Compared to Kulgarok, Skaatchnak never had the power to make the changes he wanted in the world, and so was forced to constantly change and adapt to a world that had forgotten about him. 

 

Izig’s mythos developed from a simple chunk of Smawton’s story into one of the largest clans in Krugmar. I had initially set out to create a group of orcs that was different from the current racist and meme culture, and burned out from the weight of that, shamanism, being part of Lore Team. Magic Team, and World Team, and prepping for college.

 

I’m glad I came back and got to flesh out that experience of trying to change a resilient world, both OOC and RP. Skaatchnak was a fire that burned bright. I hope it impacted people positively, especially on the nature of the orcish community.  

 

 

 

THAT DREAD DAY CAME WITH THE FIRES OF ABSOLUTION.

 

THE BLOOD-FLAME SHAMAN, ONCE BURNED.

 

Fire set upon the haruspex, the scorn of his patron expunging the little light within the old Uruk’s heart. Like a star, his flesh danced with lights of the future, of red-orange prophecy yet to come. He had held so much faith in a world that had none, and so the darkness of the Mortal Realm swallowed him whole.

 

Skaatchnak’Akaal had died.

[Astrophysical 999]

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Draaghluk sat on the bench alone with limp posture within the forge of the city, his eyes dulled of both color and emotion. Before him, a chalk-made ritual circle of shamanic design. It appears to have already activated some time ago, noting the burnt incense and melted candles which have let the wax fall onto the floor. His foot tapped rapidly against the floor with anxiety, echoing throughout the quiet with nothing but the rain outside pattering against the earth. Within his trembling hand, a note. The forsaken note he knew full well was coming but feared nonetheless. Skaatchnak was dead. The crimson goblin clenched the note tightly, crumpling the tear-stained paper as more tears appeared within his equally tear-stained eyes. He could still see his dearest friend before him, the ever-dreaming fool who sought to bring the orc race to glory once more.

The goblin throws the note aside in a moment of rage, letting the crumpled piece roll across the cobblestones as he shakily lifts himself from his seat. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to control himself before picking up the note once more. After regaining composure, he takes a few slow steps outside within the pouring rain. He sets his sights upwards to the looming gray clouds, letting the cool droplets fall upon his face. He closes his eyes as he lets out a heavy, yet saddened sigh as he lets a few shaky words from his mouth,

 

“Why… Why won’t you answer me…? What is the forge without the flame…?”

 

Yet no answer came.

[Valannor 6345]

In the aftermath of battle in the Uzg, The Barrowlord of the Empyrean had wept - for it had lost a compatriot, when never should the venerable ancient Skaatchnak'akaal should have perished. 

 

Its gaze shifted south, to those who had wrought this tragedy...

[Qizu 4037]

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Always loved rp'ing with him <3

Morur'ei grimaced upon hearing the news of his passing, he further shook his head as a tear began to trickle down from his eyes. "It is a shame that casualties were made within that battle, if only the urukin did not prod at a hornets nest to bring the wrath of iblees upon them. Perhaps if they had put up a better fight - Skaatch wouldn't have even been within their arms." Upon stating such to himself he opened a journal within his lap. In the far south, a bright light would shoot into the sky above akin to a star. As it grew further into the air it began to smother itself in the dense atmosphere, before a trickle of wisps and flame danced across the sky gracefully. "Rest easy Skaatchnak, the dark preys upon us all."

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

"Lûp Skaatchnak, The Fire Rex. May latz spirit dwell in the Stargush'Stroh. We will blah again bruddah."

The uruk then slashed his scarred hand with a knife and let his blood drip unto the corpse of his fallen Elder. 

He squeezed his hand into a fist.

"Izû âz-ul lâtz bugud."

We will kill them all in your name

 

[Jihnyny 2567]

Kráka’Akaal sheds many tears for his fallen brother, clenching his ugly maw with bloodlust… his long nails dug into his palm and let blood drip onto the earth on which he stood. "Mentor. Latz will be avenged… Mi bloodlust will burn like the fire latz zhowed uz… Lup’Zkaatchnak, may he finally rezt in the ztarguzh."

 

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Ill miss skaatch :( 

 

[StokedOff 374]

Krothuul'Akaal, Targoth of Three Rex's, including Skaatchnak, drew his aurum warhammer and slung it into the air only for it to smash onto the wooden floor before him. His white Akaal armor splattered in the blood of his buurz victims. The orc roared out in anger, calling for an answer to how Skaatchnak fell. Upon hearing the news, the giant orc broke down, roaring out for war and redemption. Realizing the only Elder orc he could speak to for knowledge and wisdom had fallen, he felt defeated. With help and wise words from the Grizh Rex Ar-Borok, Krothuul saw reason. "Dah grizh will flow"

[Zacho 1735]

In some depths of the realm a statue-like monk sat 'pon the waters top, a hum coming from his lung as the energies around him vibrated to his will. With his eyes closed he sat for a great length of time only for a small bird to come fluttering down and landing upon the edge of his conical hat. From his meditation he reached a hand out and grabbed the letter, staring it down. As the bird fluttered off the calming waves by which he sat began to slosh and church as swirls of grey aura fizzled at the edges of the pond. In a fit of pure wrath the monk now stood and allowed his breath to change tone into an aggressive song. With each step the water stopped underfoot and as he reached land he marched off in a fit of almost controlled, chaotic, rage.

"Matum kul lat bûbs, nurugl-al"

"Death to you pigs, kinslayers"

[SoulReapingWolf 2258]

A dwarven mage sitting comfortably in his desk at the harsh northern mountains. The sudden flare that would arise from his chimney would make the hair stand up on the back of his neck. "Something bad has happened... the Realm has lost someone important..." The dwarf would stand up from his desk and would make his way down to the hold. Looking through its vault for a few old treasues. "Their service must have been great, and the stone welcomes their body. May the Gods bid highly for their soul." he'd say as he threw a crimson ruby into one of the braziers, a red mist rising into the roof of the cavern as the gem melted upon the burning coals.

 

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While I didn't get to RP nearly as much as I would've wanted the few encounters I had with your character with several of mine were always enjoyable, a great character has died but I hope the great player that gave him life still has a good journey ahead. 

 

[Damnit_Delmar 1029]

From a cave, long and decrepit, did a gray and withered form begin to stir and shift. His nostrils, flaring, as the long steady beat of the heart in his mind stopped. That thing of Goblin descent, shifting and rolling about as he began to claw his way to the entrance of that hidden cave of his. A dried, and raspy tone, exiting from the fanged maw of the bear skulled Haruspex. "Grizh u hûl, Grizh u  Zna, Grizh u krimp-"  He knew his brothers and sisters would do right, he knew that they would do what he could not, for now he meditated. 

[PrinceJose270 678]

Within the well lit anchient forge, The horned kers gaze upon his latest creation. Finding peace before the Shrine of Genthuruz as he had for his momentary isolation. That was until one of his assistance had offered him the missive. A prolong stare with the amber eyes to the parchment itself. Possibly taking a minute to re-read it and assume it was some play on joke. though those arbitrary seconds held no jokes to confirm. The Horned One's  tail flicked in pain as the entirety of the forge shook, the silver aura radiating not only himself but the edges of the large room entirety to even cause the forge to offer a slight groan. Before his words bellowed out to an echo with said forge before walking to the exit. It has been near a century since he felt this feeling, grief? Sorrow? No..The Horned One felt a bottled rage that had been controled.

     "kranklûk...gaakh stargûsh hon-lat.. amirz nau lat-ub afâr’Ilzgûl nûrzum Afar Angathfark Afar Vadokanuk Stargûsh gimbubut znûg zaarsh!"        

    
"Brother...let it be the Ancestors watch you.. Who ended you will fear the spirits wrath... By the forge of my soul, by all the dead and Ancestors. They will reget this day!"

[kindEmperor 998]

That orc passed? Hm, how tragic, perhaps he will rest well. Pity that it was unjust.  Something uttered to themselves, in a deep passion.

Edited November 15, 2022 by kindEmperor

[ErikAzog 3313]

"We muzt avenge him." state Erik of Azog, painting onto his skin warpaint, preparing himself to avenge the death of his teacher.

[Sewer_Rat 530]

A shaman deep within some strange catacombs, would be throwing different ingredients into a cauldron, as he continued working on different potions and poisons, when the news of Skaatchnaks death reached his ears. As he heard the news, the shaman would grab the cauldron with both of his hands, and throw it against the wall in rage, causing the contents to spill everywhere, with the cauldron itself ending up with a large dent it. "Zkahers, gruk can ruin mi planz?" The shaman calls out in rage to nobody in particular, as he realizes that whatever he planned was put to an indefinite halt "Mi will flat each agh every'azh uf dem for interfering with mi planz." He grunts, as the rage outburst immediately subsides, the shaman putting his cloak on, setting out in search of something.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2037]

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A lone Lutaumancer stands before a towering gate of obsidian. Watching the pale, expressionless form of a spirit vanish into thin air. Slowly, she treads forward into a lush and vibrant land. Muttering to herself as she strides forward to find a new flame in Stargush. "I am afraid, even in death, I will be pestering you old fire. Hail Skaatchnak'Akaal. Hail, Great Ancestor of flame and rebirth." Along the path of final rest. The shaman takes a look towards a tower of stone. Where a few new banners have been rolled from the windows, and the cheer and laughter seems especially loud. 

Edited November 16, 2022 by ThatFunkyBunch