DrunkPapaBear 1975 Popular Post Share Posted May 6, 2023 Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. Rain began to fall, soon hitting the uruk’s green skin. The bridge of heads lies forward. “Gorok! you’re back bruddah. Where were you?” “Name’s Borok, Gorok’s mine twin. Where is he?” The memory returns to smoke, a black smoke moving in the Rex’s eyes. The smoke shapes itself again, forming a tent. “The spirits are greedy, they are selfish. they do not care if you live or die, as long as you bring power to them.” The two headed uruk spoke in a deep voice, taking breaks between his sentences to take hits of his blunt. “I was teached to worship the spirits, to pray to them, to feed them with my worship so that I could receive their blessing in exchange.” The green orc answered, shocked by the Wargoth’s views. “Your brother worshipped them, followed their words. Look where Gorok is now.” The smoke twirled again, the visions changing in Borok’s eyes. “Drink, uruk.” A red-haired woman offered her wrist to the uruk, red ichor dripping from a cut. “Gain power beyond your wildest dreams, rise as an envoy of the Blood.” The smog moved again, forest turned into a home. “So you’re a vampyr now huh?” Vesryn asked, a smirk on his face. “An envoy of the Heartbeat, of the Troqugrîzh.” The Targoth of the Iron’Uzg answered. Vesryn grinned at that, before his body turned to black fumes, followed by the rest of the scene. The halls of San’Velku showed themselves to the old uruk, green skinned now turned to brown. “You tricked me, you tricked us all!” An Elysian elf screamed at the Rex “You knew the eye was gonna rot. You knew the truce would be broken!” The uruk sent his greataxe towards the second elysian diplomat, Frisket. “This is war, Elysian. We will not stop until all the filth has been cleansed from the west.” He spoke towards Ehrendil. “Run back to your city and tell them the might of the Horde comes to them. You will be cleansed by Bloodflame.” The memory faded into nothingness as Ehrendil ran off, soon turning into a forest. Dead trees all around, puddle of black oil bubbling on the ground. A path of stone where the green uruk walks once more, two other orcs following behind. “I come with an offering, Ogrol!” The shaman chanted in the elder tongue. Soon, a serpent made its way towards the three orcs, black as night, towering over them. “What have you brought, follower? What more could you offer me?” The spirit asked, its yellow eyes looking down between Borok and the other two similar uruks. “I bring you my sons, Ramlôk and Ramhôk. Their souls against your power.” The two younger uruks were about to speak, but snakes of dark smoke moved to them, biting their skin, pulling them down into the ground. “We have a deal, mortal.” The Immortal Spirit answered, before all faded to black again. The brown titan awoke in his tent, the smoke of green still filling the room “Mortal?” “Only the coward and his descendant were cursed by mortality.” “Why would I die?” Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. The Blood was taken, stolen, ripped from mine mind. Broken we, clouded all we see. Why would we die? Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. These were the only words that echoed in Borok's broken mind as the battle for San'Velku raged on. The path was clear, the future seen. Come forth, spider-lovers! We'll teach you something, HONOR! We'll show you something, TERROR! From the ranks of Blood Slaves, a champion emerged. As the battle continued, flashes of lives past invited themselves into the Rex's split mind. When finally death came, words of old blah echoed in the cursed shaman's head. Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. Spoiler Borok's dead after almost 2 years. I had a lot of fun playing him, thanks to all who came across him in the years. Orks on top, always. 38 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
creamynoteblock 2424 Share Posted May 6, 2023 "Az mi blah'd, Kaal-Luk. If lat hit da gym inztead o' zmokin' latzelf to flat, den maybi lat would've kame out alive." Kho thought to himself during the aftermath of the siege, his complexion clearly disappointed yet righteous. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatFunkyBunch 2037 Share Posted May 6, 2023 Upon a small alcove, near the waters edge. A shaman sits with a distant visage stained on her face. Staking, small, smooth flat rocks in the form of a small pyramid. The only one to have truly ever known her, figured her out was dead. In their dealings Qudlia and Borok disagreed on much, fundamentally, they should have hated each other. But with understanding, came respect. Golden eyes, marked with runes turn to the ocean. The Jusmia sits in silence. Resting metallic plated hands on her knees. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hermit_Jack 513 Share Posted May 6, 2023 Minto curls into a ball of depression amongst the trees of the place they had moved to. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lemonke 1873 Share Posted May 6, 2023 There, an elderly woman stood. Amongst safe ruins of silver and dried blood of her previous battles; pondering and planning for her family's sake, finally her weapon clinging to a wall until the foul scent of the crimson ink fell into her nostrils. A reminder of a fallen sought its way into her mind; an old rival who partook in the path of corruption in the past, nowadays both found the path of redemption. Alas, such an opponent would be found no more, for he was the aforementioned memory of the fallen. Only raspy words could be heeded crawling from her as ever exhausted voice; another reminder, but this one of a pact. "Unto Victory or Death." Her weapon was forever unbound to a wall, for her duty, could never be halted 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HIGH_FIRE 4117 Share Posted May 6, 2023 Sigurd would be screaming loudly out to the Ilzgul- a prayer that his brother, his mentor and his friend would live on in the stargush as he deserved. After a few hours of this he would lift his cauldron and prepare to leave the Iron Horde for good. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xergarok 297 Share Posted May 6, 2023 Irongutenberg lays its eyes on Borok one final time as it watches how the Rex gives out orders to his kin. It dwells within the lands of Krugmar, a place it once knew so well. "Weeeeee must aaaaal peeeerish oooneeee daaaay...." it rumbled slowly, wandering through the West as it receives the news. "Find peace, friend." it said as its voice changed. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
exogens 934 Share Posted May 6, 2023 Upon hearing the death of the closest Orc that was to him, Borok, Emir would hold onto the same sword that he was gifted to by Borok himself when they first met during the Petran times 30 years ago. He did not do much except stare at the reflection of the greatsword, all he could mutter out was "If only the Voidal Taint was on your side and did not forget, this would not have happened... rest in peace, Borok... you'll always be remembered as long as I am breathing" Emir has lit up a candle in Honors of the Rex for an entire year, there were 5 candles in total now, and this time he thought about honoring him with a statue of Hall of Fame in his County. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mannamannaa 1626 Share Posted May 7, 2023 [Will respond soon, too heartstruck to make a god IRP reply atm] 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sewer_Rat 530 Share Posted May 7, 2023 "May latz rezt in peace Borok....Zhame latz wuz nub able to komplete latz lezzonz in tik agh latz zoul waz klaimed by Kor." The Uruk speaks to nobody in particular, as he witnessed the death of the former Rex at the hands of the Mori. He would then go pour out a barrel of Guzzoline onto the ground. "Lup'Kinul agh may latz rezt well old friend." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evonpire 1818 Share Posted May 7, 2023 "Wi live, wi flat, agh wi live again, diz iz our way zince tik memoriam." The Rex grunted as he reflected, fire still glinted in the Uruk's eyes, the fire which consumed San'Velku. "Mi will nub let lat bi forgotten." He concluded. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatDutchFellow 1054 Share Posted May 7, 2023 (edited) Far away from the ruins from the former capital of Krugmar sat a ancient Shaman Al-Uk'Yar, Seer of Clan Yar and keeper of Forbidden knowledge. Words of Boroks death eventually reached the Goblin "Flattageh tu deeh Bûrz... Flat tu deeh Bûrz Rex. Mi hopez hiz zould wuz zaved ihn deeh end" A raging behemoth in his escape from San'Velku slaughters through the Mori, The death of the Crimson Rex fresh on his mind "LATZ FlaaAt ZERVEZ NuuUb PURPOZE. MAI REX KYBAL pRuuVe MUURE ZtAbUl." Popogoth Drekür'Ungri emitted, Albeit he ridiculed Boroks dying he did respect his relentless efforts to the lost City Edited May 7, 2023 by ThatDutchFellow 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
High_On_Math 398 Share Posted May 7, 2023 "He's not dead." A half elfess dipped her head. "He will just get another shell. . . Or was that all just a lie to manipulate me?" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Puglord 190 Share Posted May 7, 2023 "I'm proud of you. You are different then the shy little dwed on the walls of Balain, still tainted by the filth of the void. Now a Shaman. I will watch you from Stargush'Stroh"Alviss still recalled those words that the now fallen Rex had stated atop the trebuchet tower, the duo overlooking the water north of the city only half a stone hour before the siege as the dwed laughed about how he might very well be there before Borok. As the battle raged on he heard the call of the now fallen warrior and it all clicked, Borok knew his fate was sealed, it was why they spoke how they did. Now, amidst the magma of the nearby volcanos Alviss poured out a drink in goodbye 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wizzar 481 Share Posted May 7, 2023 "Dezpite wub waz blahed, Borok waz ah bub'hozh Rex" the Hobgoblin mumbles to himself "He made da decizions dat da average urukim cood nub, he wielded ah burden dat was heavier than any elze. Da Stargush'Stroh will welcome him with open arms, mi ahm certain ov it" the Kukaal clenches a clawed fist "Mi will honor mi bruddahz legacy" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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