[PK] Suffering

[Narthok 10416]

 

Suffering

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The cold knife slipped between his ribs, kissing gently into his heart. Death had come for the Hordespeaker. He looked down at the Doe-Chieftain before him, her unintelligent cattle-like eyes so common amongst her ilk. She did not understand. Her kin did not understand. The treaty they had signed, meaningless. The bonds of words upon the soul were a mere suggestion to the brittle-bones. Perhaps they had never intended to pay in the first place.

 

He closed his eyes, the animal braying of the livestock about him distracting him from his death chant. They had bound him in many chains, he would die like cattle to slaughter—a bad death if ever there was one. Chained and surrounded by the brittle-bone warriors barking around him. 

 

The Orc-Father had a cruel sense of humour. His way was neither easy nor gentle. Nonetheless the demands of the Kru’un were a stronger bond than the iron chains that bound him. Even here, as his life-blood dripped out onto the hands of the Invader Chieftain, out onto the floor below He would not succumb to the siren song of the blood-fire not here. Not at the end. 

 

The fire rose in his blood. Even now at this ignominious end, the lie-speaker’s laughter could be heard ringing in his eyes. He would not have the satisfaction. Not here, not at the end. The chieftain gave a last blood filled rattling breath, the crude stab of the tiny human having ripped into his lungs. Yet the breath was enough, the last of countless millions taken in quiet reflection. The fire subsided. He would not be a slave to the curse. Not today.

 

Grommash fell to his knees memories flashed before his eyes. His emergence from the wilderness. His first ascension as Rex, much to the chagrin of many who did not know him. 

 

He remembered Minto, the diminutive halfling honourary showing more loyalty and toughness of beasts four times his size. He remembered many cold nights around warm fires shared with the little warrior. A tiny frame concealing a mind with more wisdom than many of the Uruk elders. Grommash hoped the little halfling was doing well.

 

The dying Hordespeaker remembered Gazhnakh his closest friend. The one who had stood beside him in the earliest days of his Rexdom. Who had healed the divide between the Horde and the Akaal with her wisdom. She had fought next to him in the Veletz war. Stood by his side when the oath-breakers of Celia’nor had ran. She had taught him many things when the clans had once again elevated him to the rank of Horde-speaker. They would never meet again. Regret.

 

Grommash remembered the many members of the Horde. Kaal, Grinkus, Kho, the goblins of Ox, Qahir, the Sandsworn. He remembered Dirt, the childlike Olog’s enthusiasm for life infectious. He remembered Madoc, Ghoraza, Ukukaal, Maukurz, and Gharak. The elders had given him much wisdom. With their advice and the support of peoples of the Horde both greenskin and newcomer, something beautiful had begun to flower in the southlands. Regret.

 

The Hordespeaker’s vision began to blur. The jeers of the surrounding humans rang loud in his ears. The peacocks of Celia’nor preening themselves. It had taken many of them to bring him down. Battered by countless blades, even now his wounds wept lifeblood, his path from the river to the palace a trail of blood. A testament to the suffering of the world wearing Chieftain. 

 

He felt regret as he had never felt before. He did not fear death. He had finally earned his respite from the trials of this world. From the burdens placed upon him by the Orc-father. But his work was not yet done.

 

HE HAD FAILED

 

HE HAD LET THEM ALL DOWN

 

A pain worse than a thousand blades overwhelmed the Hordespeaker. Though his eyes were no longer capable of tears, his soul broke. An anguish and shame more profound than any he had ever experienced overwhelmed him. He had failed. He had let the Horde down. How would they survive the terrors of the world, now, in this age of treachery and dishonour. 

 

Death took Grommash, as despair broke the spirit of the once proud Chieftain. 

 

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The corpse of the Name-giver lay cooling on the floor of the Hyspian palace, steam emanating from the massive frame of the fallen Orcish Chieftain as the last of his vitality drained away. His death had been a brutal thing. Chained like a dog, surrounded by his enemies, covered in wounds, he had not even been allowed to die with a weapon in his hands.

 

Yet as his body lay amongst the mud and blood the desecration of Grommash was not yet done. Julian, consort of the old Hyspian Queen approached, knife in hand to remove the head of the Chieftain. The peace of the south, the treaty signed, all of it meaningless in the face of satisfying his hatred for the dead Orc. Kneeling, he defiled the corpse, before the new Queen ordered it taken from the palace.

 

Anacleta, a young warrior of Hyspia, took the headless corpse of the Hordespeaker and returned it to the Horde. A delivery met with much sorrow and gnashing of teeth.

 

And so the story of Grommash came to an end

 

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Hello all, Grommash, probably my favourite and most nuanced LOTC char has unfortunately been killed. I am not particularly happy with how he died but ultimately RP is RP. NLs in particular should always PK on first RP death. If I do not do it when it is disadvantageous to my nation then I cannot expect others to.

 

I don't really have anything else to say aside from an apology to my orcs.

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TO MY ORCS

 

I want to apologize for letting you guys down. The intent of the RP was to discuss the peace of the south treaty with the new Queen. Knowing that human rpers are genetically perfidious and prone to Hyspia as usual did its silly 'schedule a meeting' nonsense that we all know means '**** off'. Exercising the free movement right under Condition I of the Desert Peace Summit Grommash entered the city to talk with the new Hyspian NL. 

 

We were counter rallied by all the usual Haense vassals and unfortunately Grommash was captured. I made a series of misplays that resulted in me getting caught out. Everyone knows that I PK on first death so as soon as I was captured it was inevitable that I would be killed.

 

I don't really care about dying beyond the fact that it will almost certainly negatively impact the future of the Orcs. I really hope that the new Horde project that we have all been building together doesn't fall apart. The Orcish community is without a doubt my favourite on the entire server. It is the last place where people put the narrative over the r Minecraft doll. Will PK on first death. Will be chill in vc. Will not plague me with their obnoxious eating drama.

Orcs are so ******* based. I'm happy I joined them.

I'm sorry for letting all of you down.

 

 

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

Bakhu weeps.

 

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Grommash will be remembered as one of the greatest Orcs; make Garrosh next bro

 

[wowj 9747]

The Acting Interim High-Honktiff, Theodore K Brae, would honk his nose once, a sign of great depression.

HONK!

[Ryanark 2738]

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modern nation leaders in 2025 could never by the way

 

Isleífr felt a profound sadness, as he learnt of Grommash' death. Though he had never met the Uruk himself, his escapades and achievements had reached the Norn's ears, nonetheless. A vocal prayer and offering was taken to the temple in his hearth, so that it may aid Grommash in Valhall.

[RedResult 573]

johnny rango looks out on a field battered and bruised as he would take his hat off "end of an era.. one that made its mark on this here world." hed say as he continues to look outwards towards the desert 

[KillerMaid 636]

Even if Malna was technically tethered to Haense, she couldn't help but feel sad. Grommash seemed kind, he was understanding and didn't seem to turn Malna away. She set aside a small crate of cookies she made for him and his men... maybe she'd burn them, he'd get them that way right?

[Panashea 3323]

A burned orc raises a banner from centuries ago. War-torn and forgotten the sigil makes its journey up the sandy hills of the orcish people. 

 

We will meet our heroes in the Stargush'Stroh, and here in the mortal realm amid the actions of those who wish to carry his legacy.  Such a force cannot be extinguished. If Krug wills it, Grommash will return anew, within the blood of his people.

 

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Estevot prayed for the soul of Grommash. Though he was the leader of a nation that had taken nearly everything from him at one point, he would not allow himself to hate a man who conducted himself in their battle honorably. Let GOD judge him.

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"The world grows restless," the High Keeper ruminated upon what had transpired.

[Metamancy 1766]

Somewhere far away, in his voluntary exile, Uzgk'Grizh, the Blood of the Earth, would taste the bitterness on the wind.

Something had changed.

The orc gathered his things, preparing to return home. 

But now was not the time.

He paused. Considered. 

Something was horribly, horribly wrong.

[Pancakehz 2279]

Azhug's expression was stoic as he carried the body of Grommash back into Lurak. He gently laid him to rest by the fire before heading out to avenge his fallen brother.

 

[BurberLord123 375]

The Zealot walked into the cavern, the skin of a woman, fair, from Hanese, hung from his shoulder. He had cut the skin from the living prisoner, and a brethren had carved into her forehead, a large 'G'. This was the start, just a drop in the bucket, of the horrors that would come to befall those of Hanese 

 

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MY GOAT NOOOOOOO WE SHALL AVENGE YOU

 

[Samson Option 9652]

 

Zilzibin laughed none that day, nor snickered. The joviality in his eyes extinguished, from then on no joy flickered. Date juice dribbled from his mouth as he received the news breaking his fast. There he sat; catatonic.

 

 

[Helmet 1454]

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o7 my dude, ya failed no one. was a blast having you back for a short while in the horde.

 

[TaraJess 2848]

Johanna Vuiller returned to her home city and made way to the Basilica, candles would be lit, prayers muttered.