The Roaring Sky

[Goldrim 1422]

Gromgok walks back to the Goi after being beaten in the Rex klomp, his mighty warhammer by his side as rain pours from the roaring sky, he stops for a brief moment, his head hanging down in shame as he drops his hammer on the ground, looking up to the dark sky as lightning strikes right next to him, "Da spiritz blah me am unworthy.." he says to himself, as he turns on his heel and wanders off into the opposite direction he was heading, too ashamed to show his face again as he leaves his hammer on the ground.

{Slightly tipsy as I write this, my apologies in advance, consider this Gromgok's dissapearance or death, don't think I am leaving because I was defeated in the Rex klomp, I personally didn't want it in the first place and did it for you guys {The Orcish community} as I knew Mogroka was stepping down, I do no longer pursue the title as I think Pok would do amazing in leading the Orcs to the glory they deserve, time to shine.}

[_pok_ 1768]

As he walks to his home in the Goi to rest after the klomp. He notices the hammer lying on the ground. He frowns as he lifts the axe and examines it. He shakes his head and walks with the hammer to the palace. He places it carefully on the throne of the Gorkil Clan and sits on his new throne. He waits for his friend Gromgok to return to the Goi.

[Blawharag 277]

<Meditates over the loss of Gromgok. He honestly believed Gromgok would defeat Pok. No, he knew Gromgok would defeat Pok. Somewhere, whispers echo through Blaw's head. Absent mindedly Blaw reaches for Gilgamesh before remembering the blade is long lost. The voices whisper again and this time Blaw's hand goes to the back of his head. There it rubs and feels only skin, but what Blaw's hand does not feel, Blaw's heart knows is there. Whispering. Urging. Demanding.

Blawharag rises, blade in hand, and sets off towards his goal, he knows what must be done.>

[Austin 697]

Thore'Gorkil

watches from the top of the mountain as Gromgok leaves the War Uzg. He then heads for the Rex's palace where Thore retrieves Gromgok's Hammer and ties it to his side, turning around and heading for the door Thore makes his way for the Gorkil Camp.

He arrives to the mighty gates of Gorkil, a young Gorkil opens the gate for the Elder. Thore then heads into the Throne room of the Gorkil camp and down into the catacombs of dead Gorkil ancestors. Heading to an empty tomb he places the hammer on a mantle with the Gorkil symbol inscribes in it. Below where the hammer now lays Thore scrawls on the stone "Gromgok'Gorkil"

[Ned Lud 1260]

Elder Ned Lud'Gorkil stands alone in the rain, watching as his nephew walks away in shame.

"Return strong or nub at all, bruddah."

He stands there until the storm has cleared, eyes catching the first rays of the emerging sunlight as the clouds begin to part. The warrior shaman is old and tired, but there is much work to be done. No rest for the elder, he will sleep when he is dead.

Ned Lud'Gorkil lumbers up the steps of the palace, passing Thore and Blawharag as they exit. He warms himself by the fire for a moment, turning to face Rex Pok'Ugluk, seated upon the throne. He thumps his chest and gives a nod of approval, taking the Gorkil seat for himself, still warm from his own ass.

"Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi."

He chortles grimly to himself as his eyes become lost in the flames.

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.