The Clan of Unguh

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The Clan of Unguh

 

There exists an ancient bloodline often ignored and kept hidden by the society of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Hideous and vile in nature, underdeveloped creatures born from forbidden creation – Mix Breeding. 

 

The Clan of Unguh is made up of Dwarf-Orc hybrids, a race of creatures with bodies that are misshapen, out of proportion, and minds severely hindered by its racial nature. However, very rarely, much like the occurrence of a new star - the Clan of Unguh produces an offspring that is wiser than all in its own unique way. This rarity is capable of solving problems, and performing tasks that outperform the average dwarf and orc.

 

Clan Culture:
 

Clan Unguh, while simple-minded, do appear to have several deeper and more meaningful traditions. First and foremost is their clan attire. When a beardling of Clan Unguh comes of age, they are sent out from their cave and into the world to kill a large beast; it is the hide of this beast that then becomes their personal garb for life. To lose their only article of clothing is considered a great shame within the Unguh clan, and is most often met with blunt bone clubs swung at one's head.

 

The Clan has no great poets, writers, philosophers. Instead, their stories are all told around campfires. Oral storytellers may exist, but are typically very rare and are a source of pride within the Clan. To an onlooker, one would only see grunts - but to the Unguh this is an epic retelling of their battles.

 

Do not be confused by their simple nature. The Unguh are mistrusting, and do not like outsiders. While they tolerate their dwarven and orcish brothers, they absolutely detest Humans and Elves. “Tolerate” does not mean befriend - they simply will not kill and eat them. However, many Humans and Elves have found themselves over a spitfire in an Unguh War-Camp.

 

Clan Unguh also enjoys art, and using blood, mud, or soot to draw on cave walls. They retell their epic battles, hunts, and other things. 

 

Clan Hierarchy:

 

Clan Unguh has a rudimentary hierarchy, with the smaller Unguh following the larger and stronger members of the Clan. Occasionally, a matriarch may lead the Unguh if she possesses a “magical” gift. The Unguh Matriarchs do not possess any magical abilities, but many in Unguh look at women as having great “powers”.

 

The Clan only has two real “positions” of power, save for the rare Matriarchs. A “War-Leader” and a “Hunt-Leader”. It is unsure what the difference is to outsiders, but it seems the Unguh know the difference between hunting animals and going to war. They take great pleasure in combat.

 

Clan Speech:

 

Due to their insular nature, Clan Unguh cannot speak the “Common Tongue” very well. While it is possible, their blunt nature prevents them from having flowery speeches. Examples of how an Unguhite might speak:

 

Normal Dwarf: “Might I have some ale?”

Unguhite: “GIVE. ME. NOW!!!!!”

 

Their unique language can be best described as grunts, and handsigns. In fact, handsigns are a large part of their language. Afterall, how can an Unguhite Hunting Party slay large beasts if they are loud?

 

Clan Subgroups:

 

There are two distinct subgroups within the clan, neither of which have a true name. The one group seems to be primarily of Mountain Dwed and Forest Dwed stock. They have pale to brown skin, and take great interest in hunting in the forests and mountains. Their Clan Attire may be pelts, furs, and other various things. They primarily wield bone clubs, and other various bludgeoning weapons.

 

The other group are of Cave Dwed stock. They do not like going to the surface, and instead spend their days hunting in the cavern systems. Their attire is based around insects, and other cave dwelling creatures. This group is typically armed with sharpened chitin claws, which they’ve gained from felling a beast in the darks below. This group is more malformed than normal, due to their double cursed nature.

 

Clan Trades:

 

Unlike the Elder Clans, and even the Common Clans - the Unguh do not have sophisticated “trades”. They do not wield amazing dwarven weapons or armor. Instead, the Unguh use rudimentary weapons and armor as discussed above. After successful raids, the Unguh do attempt to use the armors and weapons they claimed on raids. Unfortunately, a farming sickle is considered a Starsteel Weapon to the Unguh. So, their trades are usually focused on the “maintenance” of “weapons” (used loosely) and “armor” (also used loosely) that they have claimed in battle.

 

Hunters, Warriors, and Gatherers are the primary professions within the Clan. Using rocks, clubs, and whatever they can find. Hunters and Warriors are bold and fierce, while the Gatherers attempt to sneak and hide from non-Unguh when “gathering”. Yes, that includes stealing. As the oral stories go, several hundred years ago a person dropped a lockpick in a cave. Ever since then, the Gatherers seek to steal as much as they can. And also collect berries. 

 

Clan Myths:

 

The Clan believes strongly that they were formed from “rocks” and “mud”, and any insistence that they are the half-breed spawns that they are will usually result in you being eaten alive. While they worship the “Brathmordakin”, it is a heavily bastardized version of the religion. A blend of “Shamanism” is present within their myths, but the Unguh do not communicate with the spirits. 

 

To the Unguh, there is the Masculine God (PAPA) and the Feminine God (MAMA). Papa represents Yemekar, Dungrimm, Grimdugan, and Amarkak. Their mud-shrines and, if they feel industrious, clay shrines show a large Unguh wielding a staff. This is their “PAPA”. 

 

The “MAMA” is Anbella, Belka, Ogradhad, and Khorvad. These represent the feminine traits of the Unguh. Their mud-shrines and clay shrines show a big bossomed Unguh wielding a spear. This is their “MAMA”.

 

The “Great Hunter” is something which they speak of. It is unknown if the “Great Hunter “ is a mythological figure, creature, or a God. The Unguh believe that when the world is to be destroyed, it is the Great Hunter who will hunt all the descendants and kill them. Those who survive the longest will win the “hunt”.

 

Clan Rituals:

 

There are several clan rituals that the Unguh have. We will discuss several rituals that almost all of the Unguh will do at one point, or will help other Unguh do.

 

The First Hunt

 

Every Unguh will do their “coming of age” ritual, where they will go out into the wilderness armed with only a club. They will slay a beast of their choosing, and then wear the hide of the beast they slew. This could be a mammoth, a bear, large spiders, beetles, or even other descendants. 

 

What the Unguh wears is a mark of their character. A larger, hairy creature might be slow but with a lot of endurance. This would show that the Unguh can overcome endurance based challenges. A large spider or insect may be fast, showing agility. Rarely, when an Unguh kills another descendant, they may wear the skin of that person. This would show their warlike and brutal nature, which is respected by fellow Unguh.

 

The Soot Mark

 

When an Unguh has a family member die in battle, they cover their face in soot to display their grief. This soot dyes their face into a dark black colour, in the form of markings such as hand prints or stripes, which makes it known to the other Unguh that they have the “Soot-Mark”. This mark alerts the world that this Unguh seeks revenge against those who killed their family. It could be an animal, or another person.

 

When the Unguh slays the beast or enemy, they bring back their bones and hide to the Unguh “Shamans” (or whichever religious “leader” they have). The bones are burned, and the hide is fashioned into some sort of tall hat. The soot is then washed off their face, and they are not longer “marked”.

 

The Last Hunt

 

When an Unguh is mortally wounded, sick, or reaching an infirm age - they will go on their “Last Hunt”. They strip down to only a loincloth, and go out into the world armed with a simple club or bone knife. Their other possessions will be left behind, to be passed down to their children.

 

They have only one goal, slay a dragon with their bone club or dagger. So far, no Unguh has successfully returned from a “Last Hunt”. However, it is said that one day an Unguh will slay a dragon or one of their evil followers - and they will be enshrined as a GOD to the Unguh.

 

The Fallen Feast

 

The Unguh are cannibals, and thus enjoy eating the flesh of their fallen enemies. If the Unguh defeat a force which is larger in number than them, they will usually consume the flesh of their enemies and take hallucinogenic mushrooms.

 

This is done because the Unguh now make a “claim” on their fallen foes, who are meant to serve them in the afterlife. It is said that when they die, they will expel all the enemies they’ve killed in combat and will use the “mud” to make new people.

Battle of the Golden Forest:

 

Grand King Ulfar Starbreaker had long since known of the Unguh, and largely left them alone within the dark and dingy caves around Urguan. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. After months of treating with the simple Unguh Tribes, he was able to unite them under a single banner and called them to war.

 

How was he able to unite them? He ate their leaders. Thus, he was proclaimed as the WARLORD of the Unguh. The first ever time the Unguh united under one Clan Banner. At least, the Unguh claim he ate their leader. This story has been lost to time.

 

In order to prove their acceptance into the Clans of Urguan, the Unguh were tasked with harrying and delaying the Imperial Forces via guerilla tactics. Armed with only the hides on their back and war-clubs, the Unguh led a valiant defense against the Imperials and delayed their march. Even though thousands of Unguh died, it matters not - since there isn’t much else to do in an Unguh Camp besides make babies and kill things.

 

Thus, the Unguh were accepted into Dwarven Society. Unguh War-Bands seeking loot and glory will always remember the Battle of the Golden Forest - the first ever battle in which the Unguh fought in.

 

Clan Stories: 

 

As mentioned above, these stories are told orally by the Unguh. Their “storytellers” are considered respectable Unguh, and they have made it their “trade”. It is even rumored that some Storytellers possess the powers of “Bardmancy”, but unfortunately non-Unguh are not usually allowed in their villages. So, it’s hard to tell.

 

The Grey Chieftain:

 

Unguh Smag was clad in his warpelt, and his enormous boneclub rested on his shoulder. The Unguh had been called to raid and plunder by the great “Grey Chieftain”, and the Unguh answered his war-call. 

 

Unguh Smag was named the War-Club, and had five Plunderers who listened to his commands. A small human village was over the hill, and the Unguh plotted their raid.

 

Smag grunted as he drew the battle plans in the dirt, and made a circle motion with his hand. Unguh Thrak was unimpressed, and began to bang his club on the ground. Smag smiled - for this would be the perfect way to display his dominance over the War-Party.

 

Without warning, Smag smashed Thrak in the skull with his warclub - scattering his teeth amongst the mud. Thrak spat out blood and bone, and looked up at Smag with pleading eyes. The other Unguh began to hoop and holler at the sight of the blood, and jumped up and down.

 

“No.” Was all Smag said, and brought the club down on Thrak’s skull - obliterating his former comrade. Disrespect was not tolerated by Unguh Smag. Those under his command were impressed, and began to loot the belongings of Thrak. It was a brutal simplicity to their “Law”, and all Unguh knew it. 

 

Just then, a human hunter was running through the woods. The Unguh did not hear the footsteps, but noticed that the wildlife had scattered. While a simple folk, Unguh Smag was always perceptive. 

 

“For. Grey-Chief!” He let out, and the Unguh rushed towards the forests. The human hunter had seen them too late. He let out an arrow, and it struck one of the Unguh in the thigh. This enraged the other Unguh. Why could this human not be good prey and just die?

 

As Unguh Smag got close to him, he smashed his knee in with the club. “Now. Look Me. Eyes.” Smag said, as the human was now at eye level. “Die.” He simply said, as he caved in the skull of the human with his bone-club. As the War-Club, he got to loot the human first. Taking a rusted and broken dagger, his boots, and a silver chain. Unguh Smag was now one of the wealthiest Unguh to live.

 

His men began to cheer for his victory, and brought the human back to the camp to eat. The hunt was over, and Smag cheered for the Grey-Chief.

 

The Iron Skull

 

As previously stated, with the Ungah being so simple-minded, they have never been able to craft any form of substantial armor to protect them in battle. That is, until the Iron Skull was crafted. 

 

This fearsome helmet was created using the cracked skull of a human who strayed too far into the caverns where a horde of Ungah clan members resided. He was, of course, slaughtered, beheaded, and later skinned down to the bone, his skull then used as a bowl. It was then that a more “intelligent” horde member found the man's skull to be abnormally thick and large. Being of high intelligence, he, of course, then put the large skull onto his own head and began to dance around. Another horde member did not like the showboating and decided to club the dancing Ungah on the head; however, the skull protected him. 

 

After bringing the skull back to the larger horde, the Matriarch at the time took great interest in it. Having lived for many moons and having seen proper dwarves melt rock and ore, the Matriarch decided to try the same. For the following days, many attempts were made to melt ore and stone into the hypothesized liquid stone. Finally, after another Ungah member tripped and dropped his stone pillow into the fire, they found what they were looking for: iron. They then melted this ore into liquid iron, afterwhich they poured it over the skull and let it harden. And thus, the Iron Skull was born. 

 

The Iron Skull was then passed down throughout generations to warband commanders. Many came and went, all the while the great piece of armor protected them. Until the Iron Skull fell into the hands of Tug ‘Iron Skull’, who led his brothers and sisters into the Battle of the Golden Forest. It was here that the Iron Skull was lost, until another Ungah rises to claim it back.

 

The Flying Unguh

 

Deep within the dirt, a young Unguh Rak stared up at the ceiling. Soon it would be his first hunt, and his stomach turned with anticipation. As he laid on the pelts on the floor, a young Unguh charged into his camp. “Me got pelts!” He said proudly, “Me thunk lion. It dead!” He danced around. “Unguh Rak me think you kill Lion.” 

 

Unguh Rak stared up at his friend, “No. Unguh Rak not kill Lion. Unguh Rak kill Harpy. Unguh Mokk kill Lion.” 

 

Unguh Mokk stared in disbelief. “Unguh Rak no kill Harpy. They fly.”

 

“Then Unguh Rak fly.”

 

Days passed, and Unguh Rak had his blood day. He was now ready for his first hunt. The Clan Chief gave him a simple bone club, and some rocks. “Go. Fight. Hunt. Kill.” Unguh Rak nodded. It was time to become a man.

 

Leaving the cave, Unguk Rak had no pelts. He was not yet a full Unguh, and had not won himself the right to wear the holy pelts. The caves were cold, and the surface was warm. He felt the warm air on his skin as he left the cave. The sun danced in his vision, and he held up his hand to shield his eyes. “Papa…” He said, as he looked up at the Sun. The paternal figure in the sky, sitting in judgment.

 

He stood on the ledge of the cave, and saw two paths. One up, and one down. He knew he would find the harpies up below. He was not yet a man, and thus did not have the honour of the soot ritual - but he blamed the harpies still in his heart for the death of his mother. He remembered how they had stolen her, and eaten her alive in their nests. 

 

Down below, he knew the game would be plenty. Deer, mountain lions, bears, and even their enemies the Humans. But he had greater plans. He stared at the peak of the mountain, and down below. He had made his choice.

 

His bare feet were heavily calloused, and he had no problems scaling the mountain. It began to snow, and his muscled body flexed. With each push forward, he became more and more tired. Still, he had to push on. 

 

He had known an Unguh, Unguh Yam. Yam had failed in his first hunt, and he remembered how he tasted. Yam did not taste good, and Unguh Rak knew his destiny would not be on some spit over a fire.

 

The sun beat upon his back, and even though the snow surrounded him in a blanket of cold - his Papa was giving him a blessing. He knew that he would slay the Harpy.

 

As he climbed up, there it was. A small nest of Harpies flying in the sky. They spotted him immediately.

 

“COME. AND. FIGHT!” He roared. One Harpy flew down as fast as thunder, but Rak knew what was coming. The Harpy would attempt to dig her talons into his shoulder. Anticipating a low fly, he swung his club.

 

CRACK. The brittle bones of the harpy made a joyous sound. She crumpled to the ground, her wings smashed and broken. “Me gonna eat you.” Rak said, and she screamed.

 

But just then, another Harpy flew down. Now, two. And three! Rak could not count past three, but there were numerous. They dug into his skin, and began to try to take him off the mountain to drop him below.

 

Another Harpy was dead, falling to her death below as his club destroyed her bones. They screeched, and began pecking at him. He was covered in blood, his skin turning from a pale white to a dark red. They scratched at his eye, and he closed it. He did not know if he had lost his eye or not, but he did not care.

 

As the combat continued, he placed his back towards his Papa. The sun beat down on the Harpies, and they screeched as they were blinded. The battle was over. Five slain Harpies, and Unguh Rak was close to death. 

 

He pulled out his knife, and began flaying the harpies for their hides. He wore them, and cut their wings off. He did not know if it would work, but he began to flap the wings as he jumped off the mountain. “Must. Go. Home.” He said, as he plummeted down below.

 

Unguh Rak, the Unguh who could Fly.

 

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Edited February 25 by Papa Rock

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UNGA BUNGA!

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Unga da bunga - will join this clan just as I did the weagh clan. HAIL TO THE UNGA!

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"UNGAH BUNGA ARUUUU" the dwarf shouts from the caverns

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WRARARARARARARUUUUUUUUUUUUIUI

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"Ungah Bunga!" cheered Ungah Grub

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One of many Ungahs was Dul'Drum, who watched out from his quiet cavern, wearing azure skins marked with white spots. The outcast thought of the others who, like him, had watched their esteemed kin fall in the battle of Golden Forest. Their people had seen much in terms of tribulations, but this was to be told by the Storics for quite some time. In solemn solidarity, Dul'Drum marked his face with the Soot-Mark, a blackened hand upon his features as a sign to the world that the Unguh would avenge the death of their family. Departing out from the cave, Dul'drum pondered what he might do now. In his wisdom, the Ungah set out from his cave, with only one thought in his mind, which he shouted from the hilltops.

 

"UNGA BUNGA!"

Edited February 25 by SirBlocklips

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4 minutes ago, SirBlocklips said:

 

One of many Ungahs was Dul'Drum, who watched out from his quiet cavern, wearing azure skins marked with white spots. The outcast thought of the others who, like him, had watched their esteemed kin fall in the battle of Golden Forest. Their people had seen much in terms of tribulations, but this was to be told by the Storics for quite some time. In solemn solidarity, Dul'Drum marked his face with the Soot-Mark, a blackened hand upon his features as a sign to the world that the Unguh would avenge the death of their family. Departing out from the cave, Dul'drum pondered what he might do now. In his wisdom, the Ungah set out from his cave, with only one thought in his mind, which he shouted from the hilltops.

 

"UNGA BUNGA!"

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