Burzum - Frum

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

           

 

            Krug looks down upon his realm, his descendants. Though the mighty Krug has a daring look in his eye, anger is about the spirit. His realm, ever so great, is now tempted by the darkness of a solemn outcast, Zogrocka. The dark shaman tempts the Azog clan with dark power, the Azogs seize the opportunity, allowing the dark shaman to be a stable ally with the clan. Darkness pursues the clan, Zogrocka requesting their clan to bring him three Orcs from the near by capital, San'Vitar, meaning city of the old.

            The clan hunters bring back an Orc and two Ologs. The dark shaman smiles at the loyalty. He binds the Orcs to the altar, the clan members of both Dom and Azog gathering before his feet. The sky above the Orc lands grow dangerously cloudy, any soul would know a storm is coming, though Zogrocka knows differently. The dark shaman looks up into the stormy sky, a wide grin coming across his face as the sky is pierced with lightning bolts, thunder booming across the mortal lands below. Krug grows angry, the spirit's wrath being bestowed upon the realm below him.

            Zogrocka stares at the sky with a devilish look running across his face, Krug challenging the dark shaman to turn against his creators will. The dark shaman pauses, questioning himself for no less than a moment before shouting out to the clan members. Perhaps the Orc made a foolish decision to turn his back on Krug, or maybe he attempted to provoke the spirit. Krug screams out from the spirit realm in anger, lighting bolts striking the trees and walls around the Azog fort, the mighty spirit Krug, declaring war on the dark shaman, his anger being heard by all shamans within the realm, a message being sent to them of the Azog's betrayal to the spirits.

            The dark shaman begins his chant, many Orcs stomping their feet on the ground, drummers slowly playing a deep beat. Many Orcs go along with the chant, the dark shaman turning to the three sacrifices, without a question slaughtering them all, declaring open war against the Uzgs and the spirit realm. Though in the deepest places of the spirit realm, Ixli cheers in success, his child pleasing him greatly.  

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik throwns down his own lightning bolt for good measure.

 

"Skah'n Zog! Mi wizh mi kud blah mi ohlwaiz gruk'd hi wuz nub'hozh, bud mi nevur zuzpektid uh fing. Dat am duh wurzt kynd ub bitrayul."

 

Meanwhile Frumzum just bums around, hunting and so forth.

[TavernLich 324]

Archibald distantly walks by, seeing the lightning scorch the ground in the purest kind of fury, "Damn... I want to be struck with lightning!"

[Malaise 1570]

The dark shaman tempts the Azog clan with dark power, the Azogs seize the opportunity, allowing the dark shaman to be a stable ally with the clan.

 

 

tfw zogrocka is Gul'dan

[marimbamonk 1501]

Brunhyldir clenches his fist as he hears the call of Krug. He whispers, almost as if Zogrocka can hear him himself, "We zhuud hab actehd earliah. Wid Gul'Thak, we gut zho close... Bud now, me gruk dat da szpiruts weyl seep into wut ez left of ya, and tare it apaaht. And me will take lats broken, steyl-beetin' haaht, and crush et in mah fizt.

Zogrocka... We kom foah lat."

Brunhyldir chuckles. "Hozh luck."

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak jolts, sweat pouring down his face as he comes forth from the realm of the Immortals."Gajol!" He hisses out the curse, struggling to bring his breathing back to normal. As he rises trembling, he can still he ringing through his head the echoes of the maddened, betrayed spirits.
Kill them, kill them all! They'd swirled around him, seething in their shapeless forms. Though Thurak had tried his best to hold out in the Spirit World, the bare, pure ferocity of his aspects sent him reeling back to his own realm- desperate to escape their fury. Now that all was quiet, the Uruk let out a low, rippling snarl.
"Da trayturz wil pae. Awl ob dem."
Indeed, Thurak would do everything in his power to make it so. The Spirit's anger was his now, and he was their tool of vengeance.
 

[osumanduas 1442]

*Yagak roars with delight at the smell of the dishonorable rotting on the sacrificial table.

 

"Azog Klan nubbbin teh skah wit." he states as he remembers flashes of the Blahpaganda blah'd about his Klan, his brothers. 

[Raptorious 1899]

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