A HORN BLOWS | LUR + KLAMOR

[Jihnyny 5233]

Spoiler

im bored chat

 

KLAMOR TIME:
TBD

 

 

Bakhu had been gone for many years, vanishing into the golden sands - seen only in glimpses, with his aurum axe gleaming under the sun, or wielding a sabre of daemonsteel as he carved justice into the enemies of Grommash [May he battle in the Stargush].

 

But Bakhu was not lost to battle - he was lost to grief. Pain weighed on him. Sorrow gnawed at his soul. Yet Bakhu did not break. Like any trve Urukuiim, he endured.

He did not let the thorns of grief pierce his green flesh.
He did not let the tail of sorrow coil around his muscles.
He did not let despair’s dark claws clutch his soul.

 

Upon his long wandering through the golden sands of the blessed desert, Bakhu came upon a cactus. - He had walked for what felt like lifetimes, aimless and lost, so long that he failed to notice the darkened sky above him. Frost had crept into his bones.

 

The desert that was once blazing had turned cold and cruel; the sands felt like the bitter bite of the sea. Yet; before him stood the cactus  - wreathed in flame. It did not consume; it warmed, it did not burn, but revealed. 

 

There, in the glow of the burning cactus; in the bellowing of its green fumes, Bakhu found his new oath. 

 

The revival of the Huntsman Clan of Lur.
 

LUP’FREYGOTH, GLOZAG’VOTAR

 

BAKHU’LUR DEMANDS KLAMOR FROM THE WAR-CHIEFS OF THE HORDE; TRIBUTE IS TO BE COLLECTED IN THE RITE OF THE WOLF.

 

THOSE THAT DO NOT ARRIVE WILL BE PUNISHED. 

 

 

[Royal_sheep 141]

Time to bring back my ork.

[Navigator 4260]

Ishmoz'Lur, young huntsman, prepared his bow,

"Thingz hav' gotten zloppy..." he uttered, and prepared himself to ride with Bakhu.

[Samson Option 9652]

Spoiler

I just cranked my egg timer.

 

[Metamancy 1772]

And so the horn would blow, reaching the faraway ears of Uzgk'Grizh, the Blood of the Earth.

Long had he spent in his exile, in his path of inner peace and self-discovery.

He gathered his things, preparing to set off for klamor. He thought of Bakhu.

But no. It was not time yet. There was still much training to be done. 

[Panashea 3325]

Time and time again the same banner rises. A bloodied orc rises.