DA KLOMP TO DEFY ANZ FATE[PK POST]

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

 

-DA KLOMP TO DEFY-   

-ANZ FATE-

||  Imperial 1962|| S.A 167 || 

 

 

Under the blazing sun of the Honorbound lands, the Urukhim would gather around an oval pit of dirt.

From honouraries that possess the soul of an orc and  goblins that tinker away on their newest creation,

to Wargoths of Klans and large Ologs, digging into beasts as large as they.

All of them - were here to witness a fight.

A KLOMP! 

A CHALLENGE TO ALL OF URUKHIM!

 

 

The young Thraalûk'Gorkil, rode into the pit with his MIGHTY Gorkil-boar. With an estimate from the sight of its sheer size and mass, one would guess it was around 550lbs heavy and 6ft in length.
Thrallûk’s legs are wrapped around the boar and his hands held a MIGHTY glaive.
A blackened orcish polearm forged from black ferrum. It is composed of a lengthy [6½ft] wooden shaft that features slayer-steel rings and a curved blade that protrudes [3½ft] outwards. At the base of the blade, silver elven hair from the victims of the coalition war is hung proudly. Despite its fearsome appearance, one can spot an eye for its inner beauty and its successful craftsmanship. It is truly a weapon to hold with honour and skill.
The Boar itsef was decorated in powdered, bone white ritualistic circles. It looked angry, blood-lusted like the rider himself. Its tusk bearing and hooves within the mud - preparing to kick off when needed by its rider.

“THIS KLOP AM UNTIL AZH OF TE KLOMPERZ FLATZ! BOTH GET WEAPONS OF THEIR ZCHOOCIN, BUT TEI KAN NUB USE MOJO, ALKEMI OR OTHER SKAH LIKE THAT FOR TE KLOMP! NEITHER OF ‘EM HAS ANI ARMOR EITHER!” called out Kretz’Ox Wargoth of Klan Ox.

“BOTH START ON A STEED, BUT IF TEI FALL OFF TEI KAN NUB GET BACK ON! AZH OF UZ ON TE SIDE WILL REMOVE TE STEED FROM TE KLOMPIN PIT!”

“IF TE YOUNG URUK WINZ, HE WILL GET TE WHITEWAZH GOB’S FLAT BODI AGH ITEMS. BUT IF TE WHITEWAZH GOB WINZ, HE WILL GET TE URUK’S BODI AGH ITEMS! ALONG THAT, HE WILl be all…”

 

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa would tune out the rest - he knew the rules of ‘The Klomp’. The goblin would  hop onto his stocky wagh-pony. While it dwarfed in size to The Gorkil’s mount, just like its rider. it had a fierce look upon it. Gob would unfold his javelin from the side of the mount, grabbing hold of it while Kretz’Ox read the rules - his Falx sitting on his hip.

A crude, curved weapon made for the purpose of dismembering the opponents in the 'Ten Year War'. It measures 30" in it's total length - 1/3 of it being the handle made of Petran oak wrapped in leather, allowing it's used both hands and a shield. The weapon's blade is made of ferrum that's sharpened on one edge. It's at a slight angle and curves at the top - allowing it's wielder to cut through even the toughest of leather and flesh.
A little excited grin would appear on Gob’s face as he faced his opponent in a do-or-die situation.

 

Perking up as he heard the call from Kretz’Ox if he’s ready, giving a thumbs up.
“ZQUEEEEEEEEEELLLL!” Called out the boar! The rider yelled out “WAGH!” in response. His Glaive preparing itself by reaching outwards in protection.

“BOTH AM REDI! THREE.. DUB.. ANZ.. KLOMP!” Kretz’Ox yelled.

 

. . . 

 

Spoiler

 

((Combat log))

Chapter I:
First Blood

 

Immediately - Gob would pull on the reins of his wagh-pony, pulling it to the side as he raised his javelin, aiming it at the young Gorkil’. With his tongue slightly out from his jagged, sharp teeth littered jaw - the goblin would aim to end this fight as soon as it began!

“ZQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” Let out the boar, its hooves PUSHING off against the dirt it had dug into before, sending itself forwards with speed! Thraalûk pulled at his boars mane to control it, pushing it side-to-side in a zig-zag pattern to cause a loss of aim for his opponent!
“-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL!”

The erratic, fast movements of the large boar would make Gob blink for a moment -’he really should get one!’ he thinks for a split second, but pulls himself out of it as he re-focuses.
Holding his ground, despite the Wagh-Pony’s restless neigh’s - Gob would launch the javelin at Thraalûk on top of the boar, aiming for his bare upper body.
The boar sent itself around, an ease due to the zig-zag of his grand movement! The Gorkil, stricken by the swift javelin of Gob the Ztabba-Zniffa, let out a ROAR! “RRAAAAAAGHH!”

It pierced through his juicy shoulder, a grim sight for the audience!

 

Apek’Gorkil would be in visible shock, his mouth open wide - but they wouldn’t be able to see it to his helmet…

 

Gob would grin - he wasn’t spending years of huffing black-power and licking cannonballs for nothing, the long war was over but the skills remained! His grin wdened as he saw the young Uruk still hold on, lively as ever.

Of course a single javelin wouldn’t defeat one! The goblins hand reached for his Falx and pulled it out - letting it’s steel shine in the suns of the desert. LET THE KLOMP BEGIN!

 

Chapter II: 
First Loss

 

“GRREEYYYAAAAHHHHH!” The child roared, not having felt this feeling ever since the wars. His eyes began to be more red than usually, falling brighter. Thraalûk bared his tusks, as his mount had done. He let out another roar, grasping his polearm with two hands now! Despite the javelin causing a bleed down from his shoulder. The Boar readier itself once again.

 

Gutlug’Lur shifts his gaze to the klomp, brandishing his skinning knife “VLAY DAH SKIN VROM ‘IS ZHAHIN’BONES!”

 

Eyeing his larger opponent - Gob steers his wagh-pony to face him down and nudges it’s side with his heels, spurring it towards the centre. Taking hold of the curved Falx-sword with both hands, the goblin would raise it, and pull it slightly behind him on the left.
The opening blow has been struck. The blood’s been spilt and skin broken. NOW TO SHAVE THE REST!

“ZQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!” let out the boar, riding forward! He rides across from Ztabba, as his sword was facing the left. The Gorkil using his strategic tactics, sent down his glaive atop the WAGH-PONY’s head! Using his reach advantage to avoid any unnecessary clash!

 

“UZE LATZ FULL ZTRENGHT!” shouted Apek’Gorkil to give some encouragment for the cub. “FUR KRUG LAT ZHALL WIN DA KLOMP THRAALÛK!”

Gutlug’Lur continues watching the fight, thinking on the battle between the Whitewash flth and the Gorkil…And of the fate of the loser.

 

Too late did Gob realise his mistake as the Boar charged to his right and the glave landed upon the Wagh-Pony’s neck - if it was not for the javelin sticking out of Thraalûk’sshoulder, perhaps its head would have come cleanly off!
Instead a weak and cut-short ‘neig-’ could be heard as the ponywaddles forward to a weak stop.
HOWEVER! GOB DID NOT MISS THIS CHANCE! Bringing the Falx over his head - the goblin would reach forward, falling with the slow waddle of his horse. Barely did he get in range to make an attempt to STRIKE the very start of the wooden shaft, the curvature of the crude weapon aiding in it!

 

Kretz’Ox grimaced at the sight, but the show must go on.

CLANG! The falx would strike against the wooden shaft of the Gorkillian Glaive, and if it was not for the Slayer-Steel rings, the falx would meet against the hands of the young warrior. The Boar did not stop its charge, afterall it was quite fast and had to continue to ride. Meeting the wall, the Boar dug into the dirt and squealed to a stop “ZHAK!” he called, the javelin digging into his flesh with each sudden movement, blood spurting out a bit more due to the strke against the horse,
BUT - THE FIGHT WAS NOT OVER! He raised his glaive in defence, facing Gob.
 

Chapter III:

The 2nd Baptism

“LETZ GO BRUDDAH ZHAK HIM UP!” Apek’Gorkil shouted.

 

The goblin - caked in his own steed’s blood stumbled forward a little as he got off. He raised his hand to whip some of it off his mouth. Did he manage to get a hit in? To weaken the shaft? He did not know - but he cannot worry about that.
He gazed at the rider and its boar. A little grin of excitement growing on his face as he readies his Falx to cut more - bringing it infront of him, one leg before the other.
FROM HERE ON, HE WON’T COME OUT UNSCATHADE! 

The Boar rides forward, trodding. The Gorkil warrior let out a slip of words, with a bloodlusted anger they escaped his tusked mouth “MIRDAUTAZ VRAZ” The glaive FELL down from its mighty height, The Gorkil not even bothering to lean forth to strike the goblin. Blood spurted once more with the downward swing! Reaching over 3 meters in length, the blade was about to meet its foe!

 

Gutlug’Lur blinks his eyes, watching the bloodlust and carnage in the pit. He cheers on as the Whitewash is meeting his destiny - The destiny of all Whitewashes.

 

AND THE GOBLIN MEETS IT! Instead of backing away or jumping to the side like a twiggie or a pinkeh would - the goblin charged forward!! In his spurt towards The Gorkil and the doom above his head, as the bells on his jester hat ring, Gob lowers his Falx and attempts to dodge left - his Falx coming out from below in a SWIPE up towards the most forward hand of Thraalûk. YET! The brave manoeuvre did not come without a price.

The Glaive would claim half of Gob’s foot-long nose - A BAPTISM MOST GRUESOME AS ZTABBA-ZNIFFA BECAME ZTUMPY-ZNIFFA!

The Falx would strike against Thraalûk’s hand! Cutting a deep wound into his wrist, causing it to fall limp.

 

Chapter IV:

The MIGHT of a son of Krug

 

“VINISH HIM! VINISH HIM! VINISH HIM!” Could be heard from Gutlug’Lur from the stands.

Hakiki just watches the fight, the cheer’s not bothering her. She seems focused on something. 

 

The orc would ROAR out and leap from his Boar! With the falx facing upwards, he sent the shaft of his glaive towards Gob’s neck with his one hand as he attempted to body-slam and tackle the goblin.

Gob would hop backwards - a little flash of surprise and terror on his face as the bloodlusting 7ft tall Gorkil attempts to tackle him. The goblin is too busy trying to scuttle out of the way that he fails to notice the glaive’s shaft heading towards him till it hits. “GHAAAAAAAAGH!!” comes out of the Goblin - his breath being taken away, followed by the sounds of bones breaking.

Both his right collar-bone and shoulder turned to dust as he’s propelled by the MIGHTY strike backwards, doing a few rolls in the process. The jingling of the bells following.

The Gorkil falls through, one of his knees touching the ground as the glaive’s butt strikes the ground - sending dirt around him in an arc. The Gorkil waved his glaive behind his back to strike the javeline and snap it from his flesh. He then let out a couple of huffs, before sending the glaive at Gob once more - this time, at a horizontal angle, coming from the eight of the goblin’s upper-area. A wide range SWIPE from the blood-sighted Orc!

Seeing The Gorkil’s wind-up for the wide horizontal attack - the goblin waddles backwards as fast as he can, his broken and useless hand waving behind him as the other held the falx to his chest. There is no way he could match an Orc in might - that much he’s learned from war. As he believes he’s far enough - Gob quickly turns, only for the tip of the glaive to cut through his right hand that had been lagging behind, flinging it to the side.

 

Chapter V:
Price of Defying one's Fate

A grunt comes from the bloodied goblin - his eyes having become as red as his blood. He raises his falx on his rings-adorned left hand, the silver casting rays upon the desert’s sand. Perhaps for the last time, Gob makes a decision - a last hail-mary attempt to win. He aims his throw at Thraalûk’Gorkil’s head.
A quiet prayer on his lips.

The Gorkil casts his glaive to the side and goes over to the WAGH-PONY’s body - raising it up from it’s endless slumber. He holds it as a shield the best he can “HIT MI NOW CUNNNTTT!” The Wagh Kub calls out, enraged. More blood spurts from the pressure of the weight, his wounded wrist beginning to SNAP!

A little smile comes onto Gob’s face - with the curved sword over his head and putting EVERY ounce of his strength into it - he steps forward, transferring his might from his legs to his hips to hi hand that FLINGS out with a SNAP! at a slight angle
Gob can feel his muscles, joints and ligaments tear as he hurls the falx like a boomerang, trying to curve it around the meaty shield Thraalûk’Gorkil has picked up and hit him.

The Horse’s body was STRUCK by the falx. The orc roars once again, more blood spurting from him as the young Gorkil flexes the great strength of a TRUE CHILD OF KRUG!
The Small horse is lifted upwards and then THROWN at Gob...

 

 

. . . .

 

“Ow” comes quietly from Minto’Lur
A nod from Gutlug’Lur as he watches the might displayed.

Gob however, has no thoughts as he watches his own horse being thrown at him - even if he could move, his torn up body would not save him. Flashes of memories flood Gob’s mind.

There’s been no peace in his life - growing up admits the ‘Ten Years’ War.’
There’s been no growth - only thing he’s got to show are feeble attempts and failure.
It’s been an endless struggle - to make others respect him.
He will never see the fruits of his labour - for only now have the first puds begun to spurt from the ground.

 

His brain tries to grasp onto anything good in his life - anything.
Friends he’s made.. Starting with Barnabus, Lady Angelina, Abbess Rebbecca..
People who cared for him.. Juniper, Pinebaron, Rhosyn Cardinal Casica..
People he’s learned from.. The Reinhold ‘Room-mates’, Kretz’Ox, Friend…
His comrades in arms.. The Von Theonus House, The Ausecan Corps, Krognag…
His friendly rivals.. Rigoberto, Marcus Galken..
People he’s saved.. His adoptive son,  Queen Catherine I, The People of Petra..


As his own horse casts a shadow over him - Gob blinks, a flicker of a thought in his mind:
“MI JUZT BEKAME AHN ZQUIRE! NEVAH AHN KNIGHT! IZI ZUKKZ BALLZ!”
THE BELLS ON THE GOBLIN’S HAT WOULD RING FOR THE LAST TIME AS HE’S BEING FLATTEN’D! … LITERALLY!

 

 

Spoiler

Thank you to Jihnyny for taking me up on the PK CLAUSE duel, doing it til 4-5am in the morning(for us both) and being graceful in victory.
Thank you to sinjanko for sticking around so long and keeping an eye on incase any of us cringed it (we didn't! i think.)
Thank you to The Horde for being homies and sticking around to watch the 3? hour CRP.

And thank you everyone who interacted with Gob while he was still alive <3

Also - anyone getting upset about it OOC can SMD.

 

 

Edited February 11, 2024 by MrMojoMordor

[Jihnyny 5233]

Resting within the clinic of Orcgrimmar, Thraaluk placed his hand on his shoulder. His wound was still tender and sore, a feeling that he believed might never go away. His hand then slipped to move the furs that were placed over his injured self.

However, they did not uncover his overworked body. The action was left impossible due to the massive boar, ‘WAGH’, that had fought alongside him in the duel.

___________________________________________________________

 

Thraaluk left a tusked smile and said;

“Zleep well WAGH, our klompz are nuber over.”

 

[RLNGO 379]

Kezmur would watch on the whitewash and his brutal duel, thinking he had regained any honor he had lost in the eyes of Krug.

[mothsthetic 2250]

Upon the news of the recent squire’s death, Wilford Reinhold lights a candle in the warrior’s honor. Perhaps once, years ago, he had found the young goblin a nuisance. But now, he mourns the death of a good friend. And when he sees the sign on his mailbox forbidding the goblin from leaving mail after a certain- Incident- he leaves it up. He has a feeling that the young Gob Ztabba-Zniffa would want this to be part of his legacy. 

[Narthok 10416]

[official portrait of Gob Ztabba-Zniffa]

 

Grommash would observe the face of the Gigachad alpha male Goblin, truly the actions of the Goblins were pleasing to Krug

[Destructokeith 1142]

"ein hero, right up until der end" Artel bows his head in a sign of respect to the greatest goblin he had ever known "ich hope du are with Bon"

[Andustar 4143]

Prince Marcus of the Petra offered a solemn prayer in memory of Gob.
"Small in stature, yet brimming with courage. May his spirit find peace, wherever it may be."

[ColdestPepsi 1176]

"He died as he lived." Aimo muttered to himself. "He tried to defy the odds, can't help but respect him for it."

[Cheese 8883]

Juniper, accidental adoptive mother of Gob, pressed her toddler son to her side, and wept. "It's not fair," She whispered aloud, now having lost two of her children.

"It's not f***ing fair."

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Elder Falum'Lur was not present, but he had heard about the ongoing duel. He seemed to find it amusing that the Petra Orc had returned to the Sacred Desert after the Elder and Krimpgoth had wanted to fight over his place in the Horde. Falum let out a great bellow of laughter and happily said:

 

"Gob may nub have had hiz gruk in the right place, but hiz heart led him back where he belonged. I do nub gruk of hiz repentenze to Krug, but may da Old Popo recognize his triumph to be dispatched in klomp like the ancestors before him. May Krug hab merzy on Gob's Spirit."

[waats 12]

Haeilie Mirahana wrote with redstone-ink on the side of a tombstone.

"first friend in Aevos."
 

"I promise to continue 'goblin behaviour' and smile in your memory."

"And to keep Cior out of trouble, but you owe me."

The writing becomes much less legible, scribbled over.
 

"May we meet again."

[IttyBittyMitty 49]

The Feorc stands with her brothers and sisters around the arena, watching the fight come to a close. As everyone else cheered for the death of the Whitewash and their brothers victory, Hakiki did not cheer. Instead her expression holds a slight confusion, searching for an answer in the depths of her own mind and ignoring the cries of victory around her.

"What causes someone to defy their ancestry the way that this Goblin has done? Not only to defy the teachings of Krug but to also consider your own kin dishonorable people. To live away from your home, denying the practice to preserve the other descendants from our curse. I may never understand why this Goblin did what he did, but in the end he found his way back here to stand up against all odds. Finding Honor in the end? I suppose that depends who you ask.. but showing courage in what needed to be done? Yes, and my mind will not change on that. May you find mercy amongst the ancestors."

Edited February 11, 2024 by Hakiki
Grammar

[tezzaract 191]

Lady Angelina can't help but weep for the death of her little friend. Sure, at times, he'd been a bit strange, and annoying, and weird, and off-putting - but she was in no place to judge, and really, that had only endeared him more to her. If nothing else, he'd been a courageous, loyal and driven little guy - too much so, clearly, seeing how it had caught up to him. "Rest easy," she sobs, laying a bouquet of flowers down at the door of his Moleton home. "I'll miss you, Gob. Keep kicking ass, wherever you are..."

[Chorale__ 2147]

Prince Paul of the Petra signed the Lorraine cross and made mention to the fallen goblin at morning vespers upon reading of his untimely demise.

[Wasteland_Shaman 97]

Gutlug’Lur stared at his handiwork, the flayed skin of Ztabba-Zniffa, sans hands and feet, drying out in the Sun. He mused upon how this wayward son of Krug had fallen so far from “Da Way”, that he ended up getting crushed to death by his slain mount…And now here he was, his hide salted and tanning out in the hot desert. He nodded to his assistant, Hakiki, and they spoke at length on life and what led to this happening, regardless, the Gorkil Kub had claimed his prize, the Zniffa’s ‘Zniffa’. Gutlug’Lur placed it next to the patient’s bedside, a worthy trophy for a young Uruk…Yet he still felt a degree of unease.

 

The Uruk sighed, shook his head, and went back to the medical lodge in order to prepare the rest of the goblin’s skinned corpse and hide for presentation to the Krimpgoth…