ASHEN RECKONING

[Panashea 3323]

 

The world darkened when Grommash fell. When the war drums had fallen silent and the scent of blood had faded from the wind, the land of the urukim lay in uneasy slumber. These times brought on a horrible regret, a gnawing premonition of the past repeating itself. Ghoraza’s body writhed as he slept, his mind plagued with legends from thousands of years ago. 

 

 THE IZIG LEGENDS

 

Totems rusted in neglect. Apathy gleamed brighter than ambition. The Spirits lay dormant, forgotten. These ancient times were that of Izig, the Apathetic.

From the Stargush’Stroh came a vision- to the haruspice who could feel the decaying blood within their world, and the shamans with the foresight to act.  The ancestors watched with growing fury. No longer did their children possess the rites of the spirits, no longer did they seek the wisdom of the shamans, nor did they earn their place in the orcish heavens. He had given them warnings, sent visions to the haruspices, but they had been ignored. And so, Agzal, in his divine wrath, sent forth the visions of white fire, a purging flame to awaken his people from their slumber.

 

 

His voice, deep as the rumbling earth, echoed through the desert. 

"You have shamed our kind, Izig. You have let the Spirits die in the hearts of your people.  The spirits turn their backs upon you, and the Stargush’Stroh is barred to the fallen orcish souls. I grant you one chance for atonement: lead your kin to reclaim their honor. Return to the old ways, or be cast into oblivion."

With those final words, Azgal dissipated into ash, his warning lingering in the air like the embers of a dying flame. The ancient stories of Izig burned a hole in the uruk’s heart. They were repeating. 

 

Shaken and disgraced, knew what had to be done. Ghoraza gathered the laypeople, shamans, the urukim he had once scorned, and sought their action. Through trials of fire and blood, he would reforge the old rites. He would restore the sacred communion with the ancestors. Through strength, the orcs burned away their corruption.

 

The orcish age had begun again.

 

For Grommash. For the Horde.

  

 

PURPOSE

[This is an request for shamans, craftspeople, religious members and those of the Horde to find Ghoraza (or IT will find you) to carve greater purpose within the Horde. A physical, magical, religious and undertaking that I hope will encourage people to create new bonds or artifacts for the times to come.  I plan on running a mix of player-led events and helping players create their own narratives and items. Feel free to send a bird or dm if you’re curious.]

 

CREDIT: I recolored the icons from a Werewolf post i forget where he grabs them from

 

Edited March 20, 2025 by Panashea