THE MARTYR RAUG [PK]

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[!] A portrait of Ser Raug, his squire Hika, and Father Aerin.

 

THE MARTYR RAUG

⚜ THE ROYAL OLOG KNIGHT OF NÚMENDIL ⚜

 

THE tale of Ser Raug is a short one, but not boring in the slightest. His story truly started in Krugmar when the Rex Grommash vanished and the Horde had become barren and Raug left his only home he knew at the time in search of a new home, as he happened upon the city of Númendil. The olog saw the statue of Uther and immediately became enamored by the statue, trying to take it. He was stopped by Prince Arathor of Númenost and banished the young olog. After some short time passed, the olog came back with a small replica of the Uther statue, gifting it to Arathor for repentance, so the prince unbanished Raug.

AS the months passed, Raug had fought with the guards of Númendil fighting the scourge of Delgorthad after some battles and proving his worth, Knight Commander Glyndwr Glennmaer’s recruited the olog and even made him the Royal Arthalionath family guard and from then on the olog dawned the banner of Númenedile.

WHILE serving as the royal guard, Raug met one of his closest friends, Princess Eriantiel of Númenost. One of the first who didn’t see Raug as just a weapon but as a friend, a broski too.They did everything together, mining, fighting, and even catching bugs for the King’s Wood. One of their go to attacks was Raug tossing the Princess Eriantiel towards the foe, which may of not always worked but showed the trust they had in one another.

JENNY the Fae of numendil invited Raug to go investigate some of Delgorthad’s taint in the King's woods with Ranger Rossiel Marsyr, Ser Eldacar Marsyr, Ranger Victor, and a random Elf that Raug brought along, they all went to a pond that Jenny was compelled to but when they got there, a bunch of giant tentacles popped out of the tainted water and started attacking the group! Raug swatted away the tentacles attacking him and Jenny but before he knew it Raug saw her walking into the tainted pond so he tried the grab her but force of the pond dragged him along as well much like noodle in the wind.

THE beast’s tentacles pulled in the others as they were now transported to another realm called the abyssal sea and landed before Delgorthad’s heart, second one of three they needed to destroy before they could be ridden of the taint of Delgorthad, Our heroes was faced with Delgorthad’s bug-like minions that was the olog sized themselves, but they were no match for Raug as he fended off two of the bugs by himself and regrouped with the others as they all had defeated their own foes and watched Jenny destroy the heart, at that moment Raug knew
Jenny was not just one of his closest friends but one of the strongest too

ON this day of the 11th of sun’s smile, in the year 178 of the second age, Raug swore the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, in witness of Prince Aranuir Caranethion and the gathered populace of Fair Númenost. As it ended Raug and Prince Aranuir gave each other a very MANLY hug and called each other brothers as from this day on Raug was henceforth called “Ruthron”, as he became the first ever olog to become a true Númenedain.

RUTHRON was not always the zealous he was in his later years, as he came to Numendil as a pagan, a non-believer. And he didn’t understand the church at first but as he got to know Cardinal Callahan and his teachings it leads him to his spiritual teacher Father Aerin and sought him out to do his Owynist trials, as he wanted to become closer to his forefather Krug and make him an even mightier warrior. Ruthron never learned to read so he had some of his wisest friends read the scrolls to him such as Morwen Aerdaethil Idhreniel and Camulos Goldaer Brúnor.
 

ONE of the happiest days of Ser Ruthron’s life was the final day of his Owynist trials as he crawled through the flames of redemption and out the other side, Ruthron had done another impressive deed and became one of the first olog Owynist.

IN the year 180 of the second age, Ser Edwyn couldn’t wait any longer to knight  Ruthron for his acts of bravery of facing Gashadoku and serving against Delgorthad and his tainted minions. So on the dirt streets of Númenost Ruthron kneeled before Ser Edwyn to swear his oaths of knighthood, as he rose up from the grime and mud of the streets Ser Ruthron and Ser Edwyn looked at each as they grinned both greeted each other not as teacher and student but for the first time as equals.
 

NOT many people know this tale of Ser Ruthron:

Lothar came into numendil looking for a hero as he saw what he thought was some sort of extraterrestrial.
Ser Ruthron was aiding him, they searched for short time before coming across Anorhil Crown Prince of the Númenaranyë, when Lothar asked Anorhil if he knew any Heroes, he recommended Ser Ruthron, humbly the olog accepted the quest and went with Lothar and as he explored the area a flying orange serpent-like dragon landed behind, Ser Ruthron as saw it was not too much bigger than himself, at first Ser Ruthron  was rude to the dragon even threatening him saying “Some dragons are evil and if you threaten my home I will put you down” the dragon hissed then spoke “You are brave, very brave. Why are you here? ' So then Raug explained he was only there to see what was from space and the Dragon explained that it was a dragon, a very old dragon who just wanted to fly around unprovoked, so Ser Ruthron made a deal of friendship with him “I’ll protect you’s, if you’s protect my home” and the dragon agreed, So Ser Ruthron asked if it would fly him back home and before he knew it he was soaring and laughing among the clouds, and was perhaps the first olog to fly.

 

[!] A portrait of Ser Raug and the Dragon drawn by Ceru’wyn

 

THE day had started off very well for Ser Ruthron went fishing with many of his friends such as Ceru’wyn,
Lady Auris Vourkehardt and Ewin Ruthron, after they caught many of fish, Ser Ruthron went to speak with Ivan archbishop of Lotharia about becoming his acolyte, Ivan agreed letting Ser Ruthron down the path of priest hood one of his dreams so he went home to gleefully sleep. But deep into his rest, the olog awoken as he heard yelling coming up the road from The Bastion Temple of Saint King Caius, he rushed up to the church without any time to put on his armor and as Ser Ruthron walked in he saw inside the sacred place a horrific sight a young girl getting murder in cold blood by a twisted Iblees spawn of a uruk as Ser Ruthron saw this his bloodlust started to boil and took out his mace out and dashed towards the orc but something Ser Ruthron didn’t expect to happen was all his strength was sapped from his body as a dark voidal mage shot him with a spell, it weaken him so much he couldn’t even lift his daemonsteel foot nor mace and the twisted uruk struck him on the back but even that didn’t stop this raging olog as he crawled towards the voidal mage whilst Garenbrig knight retreated outside to try and find more help but the twisted uruk chased him, Even in this weaken rage state all Ruthron could think about is ‘how do I protect Aerin” but his thoughts was interrupted by the church doors reopening but alas it was not any aid nor the Garenbrig knight it was the twisted uruk calling Ser Ruthron a traitor to Orcish kind.
 

SER RUTHRON just snarled at this fiend and said, ‘I nub hurt any orc.. Till now” 

but before the olog could attack he heard Father Aerin call him over to regroup so without hesitation came to Father Aerin’s side by the Owyn alter taking some of Aerin’s javelins and hurling them towards the twisted uruk but the dark mage used some sort magic to deflect all the ranged attacks, all while the dark uruk was planning something, but Ser Ruthron had not fought theses types of darkspawn before and was unsure what they could fully do  but before he could do any plan the twisted uruk warped behind him swinging his axe as Ser Ruthron turned around and raised his arm up but it was cut cleanly off by uruk’s boomsteel axe forcing him to fall to his knee from the pain and bloodlost but the relentless uruk swings his axe once more upon the bloodied Ser Ruthron. as he looked to Aerin who was still in battle with the dark mage and spoke his final words ‘May Owyn’s flame guide’ right before the uruk  sent Ser Ruthron’s head rolling down the steps of the Owyn alter.
Father Aerin kept on fighting but the foe was sadly too great and thus the uruk and mage branded  Father Aerin’s face as some sort of sick mercy for the tacos he had given them earlier, but there was no mercy for Ser Ruthron’s  remains as the Mage burned the body of Ser Ruthron and Iblees’s spawn uruk took his head leaving only
Ser Ruthron’s arm untouched on the church’s floor.

[!] A portrait of Ser Raug with his beloved vulture named Freckles.

This is not the end of Ser Ruthron’s legacy, just the end of his chapter.
May he rest in the seven skies.
 

[beetle 3315]

The Princess of Númenost did not weep for her fallen friend.

Instead, she went fishing - reminiscing their iconic duo attack.

 

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[DizzyGrey 1229]

Hika absolutely cried and wept for her fallen friend. But with each day, a little less. She was going to be a knight, if it was the last thing she did. It's what he wanted.

[AstriaS 4988]

Tar-Caraneth Aryantë was saddened by the loss of her favorite Olog. She spent much time considering where she might place his memorial statue.

[Security_ 2287]

Casimir Wick lit a candle within his shop, marking the loss of a great knight. 
 

“Rest well, good Ser Raug- a finer uruk none could confide in.”

[rose6614 244]

Ewin shed many tears. He had not only lost his father, but the first person to not judge him for how he looked, but for what he saw in his heart. He vows to live the rest of his life for Raug.

[Pepto 677]

In the dim light of dawn, the Lord of Garenbrig stood by the ancient willow in his courtyard, the weight of his armor dwarfed by the heavier burden of his grief. He muttered to himself, his voice low.
 

"Raug, my friend, my brother in Owyn... You stood tall, and broad, with a heart even greater than your brawn. In a world that saw you only as a beast, you chose the path of nobility, of honor.
Many doubted you, but never did you waver. Your faith, as steadfast as your courage, and your bravery shone brighter than any of Michael's Pyres.

You knelt in prayer as humbly as any saint, and in battle, you were a force of righteousness. You fought not for glory, but for justice, for the weak, for the small. You taught many of Numendil what it truly means to be a knight.

Now, the world is dimmer without your towering presence, your booming laughter, your unyielding spirit.
Rest well, noble Raug. Your journey does not end here; it transcends into the legends we shall tell for generations. My children will know your tale.
Flame guide you."

 

[sujilicious 173]

Ceru'wyn, though distraught by the olog's death, would forever treasure the fishing trip she shared with Raug, and vowed to tell tales of his bravery, kindness, and friendship. She casted the Wishing Serpent they'd caught back out into sea, bidding it farewell with an honest wish for the fallen orc to rest in peace.

[Wavey 2568]

Two close friends lost within one Saint's Week...the Cardinal remained silent at the Temple of the Exalted. He merely knelt before the altar, staring at the cross of Lorraine. He remained silent, merely staring as a tear dropped from his left eye. His hands were clasped together whilst he was lost in thought. 

[Cally 1080]

One Maerîl O'Rourke coddled a lute and lyre as she prepared to write songs of the great Ser Raug, an uruk of which her husband knighted with his own sword. . . 

She held her second eldest close as she recited the news.

[DahStalker 3692]

Vaeri the Elf, once nearly beaten by Ser Raug was impressed by the portrait with Olog-son and Adunian-papa. "God damn. What did he feed that boy?" She'd ask to the wall.

[BlauRps 545]

The Uruk Scholar, Varn Brawn, looked at the portraits of his fellow slain kin with a look of sadness before lighting a candle in his room before lowering his head and clasping his hands gently around the cross that hung from his neck 

 

“Latz did gud in latz lyfe, rezt well brudda agh let da Lord Almyghteh uze latz strength fur Hiz heavenleh purpoze…” 

 

He spoke at the end of his pray before he went back to looking over notes that his late wife, Scrap, had written down before her untimely passing to get the details of her story correct. 

 

“May latz rezt in peaze az well, mi Luv..” He spoke with a soft smile as he worked into the night.

[Benleft 2580]

THE GREAT DRAGON loathed the death of Raug. It had hoped to find in him a champion of unrivalled strength one with whom to trust his magic powers. Instead he found a kind and rare friend whose strength lay in his heart and mind rather than his fists. 

[milksoda 2884]

Jenny sat inside her stupid lamp vase house with a big tub of icecream (like a space themed flavor like milky way or smth) as she ugly cried and ate with a comically large olog sized spoon "AGONYYYY RAUUUGGGGG..." She'd sob, though her nonsense was only drowned out by very loud cathartic music befitting a mourning period. 😔

[LobsterLarry 1514]

Klog would read this letter, and point out the parts where it recalled him taking his hand off with his boomsteel. He would pick up Raug's head in one hand and talk to him, as if he was still alive. "Well... Lat were pretty famouz after all... Maybe lat ahm rezting well in Ztarguzh.. dat ahm... if lat believed in dat before latz flat."