Something Orcish This Way Comes

[Blawharag 277]

*The air was growing colder, Blawharag was definitely in the south now. He had lost his way, having lost cardinal directions during a storm, but he could feel that we was growing closer to Realm of Hanseti. When first he left the Strigzgoi he had heard his old friend was at war. He did not intend to return to his Orcish Capital until he had lent his aid to Hanseti. The Orc comes, and he brings all the fury of his bloodlust with him.*

[shields12347 133]

*A Cardinal lands on a peek near the fire in the central market of Hanseti and it is one that Samuel knows he has seen in the past. He looks to his men around him and gestures toward the gate.

"Search the Realm men, I fear an old friend of mine may have lost his way. Now with haste men!"

[Canadianwarrior 26]

*Viadar was mining cobble from a nearby gully. This refugee from the wind and snow was welcome. The earth was warm and the heavy labor warmed his blood and his spirits.*

"Viadar!"

*A shout was heard faintly through the howling wind at the gullys enterance*

"Aye?"

"An orc Viadar!"

*He recognized the voice now. It was of John Longtooth, newly declared citizen*

*Climbing out of the gully Viadar began to head to the hamlet of Timbermaw where the voice carried from. There sure enough was John and standing next to him an orc of tremendous size and light brown in color. The visitor stood tall and proud armed as if full blown war was to break out any moment.*

"Hail ork traveler!"

*He shouted while approaching. Suddenly without warning the massive ork head butts Viadar in his tradition greeting to kin. Caught off guard and unfamiliar with the custom Viadar take the full force of the blow. Rubbing his head and trying to return to his feet a great throbbing and dizzyness almost threatened to return the general to the ground.*

*The ork was here on a mission of sorts to find his long lost friend, the Hochmister Gaius. The news had to be broken to him that the founder had passed of old age in the lands of Aegis. After the news the ork let out a great bellow as if to wake the spirits themselves. He further questioned Viadar where the body was and if he might pay his respects.*

"A Sarient, Mirtok has the body. Word has been sent to him to return to the city but he has not made the journey. The remains will be placed in the crypts of the kings of old."

*The orc nodded and implored that a raven be sent his way as soon as the sarient had been found.*

"I will ork"

*Once again the ork slammed his head forward. Still woozy Viadar took the full force of the impact again.*

"I have a difficult time getting used to yer customs ork"

*And with that the visitor turned and left making his way north to warmer climates and his home in the sands.*

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