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[!] An artistic depiction of a Fire Animist's Flame Torrent

 


 

 

An Orcish Blacksmith, working his craft.

Hammering the steel, working the bellows.

The sound of steel banging against steel, the roaring of the forge and the chanting of the Orc filled the air,

as a piece of art was crafted.

 

The Orc, with help of the Rex, called upon Skathach, to help with their craft. They prayed for his fire, and channeled their energy into the steel. One of the Orcs, a green skinned one clad in bronze, took a hammer to hand, forging the steel and bronze into a chestplate worthy of the Spirits themselves. The flames continued roaring, the temperature rising and the sparks flying high as the two chanted and roared, calling upon the mighty Spirit of Fire.

 

The Rex of the Iron Horde channeled his power, all his might, funnelling it towards his Witchdocter Student, and the Blacksmith. The Ugluk, son of the Great Bull, would direct the power granted to him towards the forged piece of steel, the flames roaring up around the piece of steel. He carried it towards the anvil, where he would bend it, shaping it for the average Orc. "Skathach, Ilzgûl'hai ob ghaash! Khlaar-izubu bugd! Traum-izubu-lab gothû!" The Orc chanted as his hammer fell, hitting the bronze and steel!

 

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The piece of armour that was created:

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Suddenly, the flames rose, a trail of fire leaving the forge to cut off the Blacksmith from his kin. A deep, disembody'd void spoke; "Lughorn, Elementalizt ob Neizdark! Amat-lab bugd-mi?!" The raspy voice spoke, deep and loud enough to vibrate the walls of the smithy. The smithy bathed in the light of the fires, spiralling outwards, driving the onlooking Orcs, Elves and Humans out of the Smithy. The voice spoke once more "Amat-lab budg-mi?!"

 

The Green Skinned son of Krug did not flinch, and did not back away. Instead, he spoke. He chanted and shouted in the Language of Spirits. "Bûb'hosh Ilzgûl ob ghaash, ob dushtala'ghaash. Hiil-lab mi nargzab!" The orc answered the Spirit "Gor vor lat! Mazauk-lab! Bi latz Mau!" The Orc continued, pleading his case.

 

The flames continued to dance, singing the hairs of the orc, and turning his already red mane into what seemed to be fire. The fire grew and grew, changing into a torrent of fire, a massive column of heat, with Vrilkon'Ugluk in its centre. The deep voice spoke once more "Ghung  za kul-lab drûhm, blûh-lab-izg-ub" 

 

With that, the flames seized. Within the smoldering circle, Vrilkon stood. Looking bewildered, a fresh tattoo of a tornado of flames formed on his right shoulder blade. 

Now an angel of Fire.

 

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Pact with Skathach/lesser of Skatchach
(ghaashângh, Spirit of Raging Firestorms)

 

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Kor'garr the Clanless grins widely, roaring with laughter upon hearing of the good news.

"Anuddah dey, anuddah blezzyng!" The grey orc moves to record what he has been told so it may be mentioned in an upcoming article...

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