UNITING THE CLANS
[!] Korgahk’Gorkil leading the Krugmar division to Mau’madur’s walls.
The day was young; and the sun rose steadily across the Mau’madurian swampy horizon; its rays shining through the bog trees. Rex Skalp the Young, Korgahk’Gorkil and Targoth Eyeboila’Raguk were the first to clamber off their longships. They had come a long way from the sandy mesas and San’Azgak, and had bore unto them many a storm on their way. Nonetheless, they had come to talk to Ugrad’Lur and the other Mau’Madurians; to offer peace to the competing orcish nation.
The warband trudged through the bog’s murky waters and cut through the verdant vegetation to arrive at Mau’Madur’s gates. From there, they waited. The sun was not yet at noon, and Skalp was early to the meeting. As the wargoths theorized and planned amongst themselves, Nazark told many a great tale of clan wars and orcish strength to the grunts, reliving his lengthened life. At last, though, the sun shone vertical upon the party, and Ugrad’Lur emerged alone.
“Ug, Raguks and Gorkils.” He greeted, and then explained that due to Mau’Madur’s laws, only one orcish diplomat may enter at a time. Krugmar’s band sprung up in retort, defending their Rex and warning him if he entered alone, his death was a surety. However, the young Rex doubted not Mau’Madur’s honor, and entered unattended; albeit somewhat foolishly.
From there, Fiil’Yar accompanied the Rex and Kezuhk to Mau’Madur’s round table, where Falum’Lur awaited them. Thus began a long and arduous argument; the party’s tongues flicking over insults and semantics. Suggestions after suggestions were offered by one party, only to have it spat on by the other.
Frustrated, the Rex challenged Ugrad to an honor duel. If Skalp won, Mau’Madur would be vassalized and assimilated into Krugmar, and the Rex would rule over them. If Ugrad won, a defensive alliance was to be formed between the two. “Mi am blahin lat’s ash last tik, Ugrad, da Orks am to be unified under ash leader, by peace or by wagh. Mi am nub da boy cryin’ wolf, mi am da wolf walkin’ to da gahk piggies’ wooden blarg. Mi implores lat’s: Accept da klomp or mi will huff puff agh blow lat’s Goi down.” Reluctantly, and threatened with war if he does not, Ugrad agreed.
“Gaakh Krug hon’tala maukum; Gaakh Krug golmu durbum azh amirz’darg’ub maamar Uruk-hai. Lûp’Krug.
May it be Krug looks upon this klomp, may it be Krug gives strength to one who will guide the orcish people best. Praise Krug.
Lûp’Lur; Hon’tala lûk’lab Ugrad rad. Kezukh baltu-ob.
Praise Lur; Look upon your son Ugrad now. Kezukh of marshes.
Lûp’Leydluk; Hon’tala lûk’lab Skalp rad. Rex thagûrzu-ob.
Praise Leydluk; Look upon your son Skalp now. Rex of dry fields.
Maukum hûrûrz. Gaakh.”
Klomp with honor. Let it be.
And with the conclusion of Fiil’Yar’s prayers, the bout begun. Fists were thrown, kicks were met with teeth, and grapples tossed about. The honor-duel lasted many an hour, nearly that of a day as the two behemoths tore each other down to the last shred of their willpower. The fight was even, and no clear victor was shown until the end. Ugrad was strong, taller and bearing more muscle than the young Rex, and beat him to a pulp. Skalp’s eyes were bruised, and his teeth were spat aside.
However, Skalp was quick, filled with vigor and bearing an undeniable will to continue fighting. Around the Rex’s neck hung the runestone of Leyd, and with a final punch to the flank of Ugrad’s jaw, the smith beat the hunter. Mau’Madur was now assimilated into Krugmar.
Ugrad and Skalp then had a similar duel to decide the new orcish Rex, bearing the same results.
The crimson Raguk aided Ugrad to his feet, and delivered onto him a respectful headbutt; a warrior’s bond having formed in the youthful Rex’s mind.
From there, Skalp returned home alone, bruised and bloody, limping and clambering into San’Azgak. Various Krugmarian orks moved to aid him, notably that of Pretkag’Gorkil and Karakah, and they quizzed Skalp about the outcome of his meet with Mau’Madur.
With a smile, and a straightened spine, the Rex spoke:
“When mi became Rex, there were many doubts. ‘He am too young’, ‘He am just a kub’, ‘He am a Raguk’. They were warranted at the tik, yub, but nub now. Since takin’ lead, has mi nub delivered on mi promises? As a kub, Mi led raids agh won them outnumbered, many of lat’s have gained titles from such; ‘Steelskin’. As a kub, mi has led us through famine agh wagh with Oren, so dat nub’ash would flat under mi kommand. As a kub, mi has revived da Krughai, agh brought aktiviti agh prosperity to Krugmar. Now mi blah to lat’s as an uruk, nub longah a kub. As such, mi has brought lat’s unity. Mau’Madur is assimilated into Krugmar! We am ash people! But there am still promises mi has to deliver, brothers agh sisters; wi have written our first page in da histori books, grab da pen: Let us write some more.”
And such were met with jovial cries of relief and celebration. The orcs had been unified, and their combined strength shone through their ranks. They were a strong people once more, unified and driven as a singular machine. Greatness was theirs by birthright, the time was now to take it.
“ANG GUND GRIISH.”