[PK] Honor

[Metamancy 1771]

Honor

 

It was a short life he had lived.

Azhak had been accompanying his dear orcish brother, Votun, on a venture out to seek shamans.

They had been to Jun'Lei, and now made for Drusco.

 

It had been a mistake.

 

 

Am ani ob lat zhomoz ohr gruk zhomoz? called out Votun to the zhara. 

 

Votun. Lat am very loud. spoke Azhak in return. A warning, perhaps. There am nothing here for us, Votun.

 

What do you seek, orc? came the inquiry of Leopold, who had heard Votun's cry.

 

Du lat gruk ani zhomoz wi waz blahed dey am zome in dah empire. Votun spoke out.

 

You won't find any shamans in the Empire. Magic is strictly prohibited, spoke a nearby woman, her fingers curling.

 

Ukee. We leave.

 

And thus the two turned to leave. That should have been the end of it.

 

Mh. Best head off back to whichever pagan hole you crawled out of, Leopold drawled out. 

 

Azhak was taken by the curse; for where did the line between honor and bloodlust blur?

Upon those words being spoken, Azhak, who had turned to leave, turned back. He took three great strides, returning to the tavern. 

 

Lat.

 

Eh?

 

This one would seek an apology for latz aggressiveness towards honorable descendant of Krug. This one's brother asked lat a simple question, and lat mocked us.

 

There's nothing honourable in your continent-sinking 'religion', savage. This is a Canonist realm. Begone.

 

The curse. It festered.

There was a flash from behind Azhak's bone mask.

 

In that case. This one would challenge lat to a duel.

 

Azhak wi du nub need bi ztarting troble dey am albai dey brain am zmallur dan bat dung, spoke Votun. Azhak should have listened then. 

 

I am a peer of the realm in his sixties. You haven't the right to challenge me, and even if you did, I'd nominate a champion, Leopold spoke in calm response.

 

Then nominate latz champion.

 

It all happened within moments.

 

One hundred minae to the man that brings me that orc's head. A wretched, disgusting finger was extended forth. 

 

They mounted. 

They began to ride off.

Yet it appeared bloodlust was better suited a human curse. Greed, perhaps, rather than the dwarves.

 

In seconds, a spear had felled Votun's horse. 

 

Azhak fought with honor. He threw no daggers at the necks of the innocent humans. He swung no mace. It was not their fault; it was not their fault. It was Iblees, sowing discord between the descendants even from his banishment.

 

Azhak only sought to let Votun out alive.

 

And yet, somehow, even in this, he had failed.

 

Votun was felled before he.

 

His hands were bound.

 

He were forced upon his knees.

 

And he went as Grommash did, stabbed and decapitated.

 

 

When he were but a kub, both of Azhak's parents were felled by human knights.

It had been a long time ago. Azhak was fifty years young at the time of his death; when he were a kub, the Empire did not exist. Azhak did not know which nation the humans whom had claimed his parent's lives were from; but it did not matter, now.

 

Azhak had spent his life going from place to place, hunting in the wilderness for food. When he heard of the reign of the new Rex, he finally, for the first time in his life, came to the Horde - to join with his brethren.

 

He had held hunts. He had spent time with his brethren discussing the spirits, discussing Krug, around the campfire.

 

No one is perfect, the Rex had once told him. Krug was great because he was able to overcome his flaws.

 

And yet, still, in his final moments, Azhak had succumbed to the gentle, loving touch of Iblees.

 

Iblees had claimed his life. Azhak knew it, in his final moments; he knew that it was Iblees that had killed him, not the humans. It was Iblees that had driven Leopold's hand.

And he mourned for the Empire that succumbed to the Archdaemon. He mourned for Votun, who had been taken by it.

 

Yet he mourned little for himself.

 

And though he did not know it, his heart blazed with honor before it stopped beating.

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

I didn't mind PKing this character on first death because he was only a week or so old. This post really is more of a narrative post than a PK post, since Azhak didn't really have time to establish himself as a character. Everyone who took part in this RP/CRP was a great sport about it, and I couldn't have asked for a better interaction! Thanks to everyone who played with Azhak in the last week, and I can only hope that my next orc doesn't meet the same fate.

 

 

 

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22 minutes ago, Metamancy said:

Yet it appeared bloodlust was better suited a human curse

 

((goes hard, good read

[spaazmatism 1019]

dude was around for like 3 weeks 😭