The Gathering Storm............

[Bad Omens]

The Birth of Stormgore.....

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.....And there it was, as Ghoragdush watched the leader of his people, the warrior Mofufu Greataxe, fall to their sworn enemy. He watched in disbelief as the one eyed elf and the curve sword wielding tan elf danced around him, dodging, then disappearing and reappearing to strike at Mofufu. The large Orc towered over the pair, standing nearly three times their size. Then the dark hooded pale elf stabbed forth into Mofufu's back with one of his two little blades and the large Orc with his manticore skull for helm, fell to one knee. The other elf suddenly appeared before him. The elf wielding his dual long blades paused a bit and a silence fell over both battle lines, those of the Orcs and those of the Elves.

The Orcish leader turned his gaze up. The elf stood before him now at equal height. Suddenly, the tan elf spun and twirled both his twin blades around with a terrible momentum and force. A great cheer went up from one side as the other was left helpless to watch. Ghoradush looked around his people. Many Orcs were staring in disbelief. Once so close and assured their victory, they were now left exposed before their enemy. That was when the first snarl went up from their ranks. A fool warrior charged the elvish line and was customarily struck down by a throng of arrows. Then another snarl and soon it seemed all the orcish line was on the move.

But, they were not moving in unison, some charged, others turned and began to run in the opposite direction. Chaos ensued as arrows began to rain down upon them all. Ghoragdush was no fool and he knew when a battle was lost. He turned and in great strides began to run but he ran for the tents where he knew the women and pups were. There he saw his bitch standing there holding one of his two small pups in her arms. He grabbed up her clawed hand and yanked her toward him while he took up the other pup and ran for the hill surrounding the south end of the camp.

When they reached the hill he threw the one pup up while he aided the woman by heaving her up so that she and the one she carried made the ridge line. All around them arrows fell and the dying screams of Orcs could be heard. There was no time to delay, he did not look back to see the dying! He took two steps back himself and charged the hill. When he made the ridge, he grabbed up the male pup and left the bitch to carry the female while he led them all south along the river.

They ran for half a day, following the river bank south to their ancestral home in the High Moor and away from this place of death. They ran alone with none of their kin following. Ghoragdush did not know if they did not follow, or if they were all dead but he did not care, he ran! Finally, as he heard the cries of the woman begin to fall too far behind, he slowed his own pace. His muscles swelled and cramped as he did but he saw the last pond at the edge of this forest. The last water source he knew of before the dry waste of the southern high moor.

He paused there, allowing the woman and the girl to catch up to them. The bitch was nothing to him, simply a woman he took in the last winter solstice when his people's priests gave service to the gods. He was Ghoragdush Elfsticker, a spear man warrior with ten lashes for each of the dead elves he helped kill while they were fleeing the High Moor. He was an honored warrior and she was his prize that night but from that night she had bore him to pups. One male and one female.

The male he was to bring up to be a strong warrior like himself and had fast become a great source of pride for Ghoragdush. The girl, she would keep the woman company and clean his kills making sure they are prepared well enough to be eaten, or she would fix he and the other pup's place of rest. Now, they were all he had left. How did this happen, how had they lost it all? "Drink!!", he commanded in orcish as he dropped his own spear and knelt tired by the edge of the pond.

They did not move at first. "DRINK, ME SAYZ, DRINK!!!", he snarled at him furiously. They wouldn't have another chance for a day, maybe more he knew. The two pups took two steps back but the woman encouraged them with a slight shove at their backs. They followed by moving from her and toward the water. But as the two pups reached the edge a sudden pinging sound could be heard. They all looked around but it was Ghoragdush who first smelled something. "Elfz!!!", he snarled and quickly picked up his spear but it was too late.

From out of nowhere a dark hooded and cloaked elf appeared waving his hands in circular fashion and speaking a single word in his foreign tongue. In an instant the nearest orc to him, the woman, exploded into a mass of flesh and bone which reigned down upon Ghoragdush and the pups. Ghoragdush stood quickly and rushed before the pups, snarling in defiance as his two progeny slunk down behind him. Ghoragdush growled a low growl, his spear held low and looking for the quickest way to reach the elf but as he did he saw the look on the golden skinned elf's face. It was that of amusement, a wry grin lay upon it's pointed face.

Rage filled the Orc as he tore lose to charge the slender figure not ten paces from him. Despite all the Orc's speed and agility, he did not make it but three paces before the impact hit him like a jolt of lightening, for that was exactly what it was. There was a great and sudden coursing through his body as each of his limbs went stiff. It was but for only a brief moment as it felt as if Ghoragush heart was to explode from his chest and then he felt it stop. While once he heard all things around him, he suddenly could only hear the beating of his heart as it began to slow.

He gave one last look around and realized he was laying on the ground, though he could not feel it. He saw the feet of a child orc, though at first it did not register, it was his own. He saw it's sjinned fur steaming up from it's lifeless body. Then he did not hear his heart beat. He listened and looked now inward as his eyes grew heavy. It but it was feint and ever slowing until finally he could hear it no more and all he could see was the darkness.........

[Bad Omens]

The Storm, the flux of life and the death of the world.....

A wetness, splashing in the distance could be felt. First lightly, somewhat sporadic, then cold and hard. Then began not just the feeling but the thought. First, just as the wetness, sporadic flares until coming together to form a rhythmic whirlpool which sucked the very essence of him through the darkness and out the other side. That was when he heard the roar of the sky above him! His eyes began to blink as the rain drops wet his lashes.

The world around him looked blurry when he finally opened his eyes. It was night, darkness rained as he heard the pellets of water splash on the ground around him. He turned his head to see the dead bodies of two orc cubs, his cubs he remembered. He watched there lifeless bodies for a moment as they lay there smoldering before moving to sit up. Then the pain set in, roaring throughout the whole of his body, every bone and muscle fiber.

That was when the space around him suddenly lit into a brilliant light, startling him instantly to his feet as next came the booming of thunder. A storm, he thought and the natural instinct of fear began to return but just as it did, he remembered, he was already dead. The rain fell, the sky rained down death and roared its anger but he would not be moved. He smelled the rotting gore of the bitch he once mounted all about him and he snarled, "Elfz.....".

Then the sky lit once more and suddenly standing there in the shadow of forest ferns was a kobold. Ghoragdush growled a long booming sound that matched the thunder and the kobold fell to it's knees and cowered. The Orc walked over picked up his spear and moved before the kobold. "Masterz..", is all it said as it held up a bored out manticore skull in it's shaking hands. The Orc took the Skull and placed it upon it's head.

The orc, with it's yellow eyes peering through the sockets of the skull, looked back down to the Kobold with a terrible malevolence. The Orc growled down to the lizard man, "Masterz iz da storm, wez da chaos and da terror, wez da death of da world........"

[Bad Omens]

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It had been weeks now since the slaying of his tribe. Ghoragdush had grown strong once more, with the aid of the kobold whom aided in hunting down vermin to feed him till he could once more track and kill large game. Only one other survivor did they find along the granite path into the High Moor. This being was one of the Tribal Shamans, but this one was different, he did not worship the gods but rather paid homage to the demons of the darkworlds.

Ghoragdush would not have made company with such a creature but that they were now kin, whether Ghorag liked it, or not. When others were found, Ghorag would make this one bend his knee to the Storm God but until then, he would be of use. Another figure traveled with them, a Dogman whom they had come upon and defeated in battle. This tall lithe figure now wore a chain around it's neck which was tied to Ghorag's belt. It was now the first slave of this new tribe but it would not be it's last.

Ghorag was thinking about all this as they followed a stream south and came upon some unearthly mists blocking the vision. They stayed there awhile grunting and not knowing what to do. That was when the winds shifted. The smell of rotten burning flesh came wafting over them.

Ghorag looked at the demon worshiper whom licked his own tusks. They entered the Mists. Ghorag kept a shield fashioned from petrified oak and his spear ever ready. The demon worshiper spoke some words in a dialect he could not understand and when Ghorag turned behind him, the shaman disappeared from view but Ghroag could smell he was near. When they had traveled a few leagues, the mists began to clear and a small town could be seen in flames before them.

"Raidz....", Ghorag spoke in his native orcish and the Shaman he heard grunted in agreement. They walked slowly through the town, empty besides the burning and rotting human corpses strewn about. The Orcs did not stop to search for survivors before they began looting the dead. That was when the dead did seem to take offense, for several of them suddenly began to rise and move for the Orcs. Ghorag immediately dropped his spear, yanked the Gnoll forward at the undead and took up a few of the hand axes he found scattered on the ground.

The Gnoll unwavering, rushed the dead who immediately began to surround the dog man, forgetting all about the Orcs nearby. Ghorag used this divertion to launch the first hand axe with terrible ferocity. It struck the crumpling human dead with such force, that it's head completely caved in. Before the first undead began to fall, the Shaman reappeared behind Ghorag. From it's clawed hands shot forth billowing smoke and fire which began to immulate the other dead already half burned.

One more brutal axe throw and the last of the undead lay unmoving, or immolating upon the ground. Unfortunately, so too did lye the dogman, whose guts were strewn about it's own corpse as the undead had begun to consume it. This angered Ghorag and he spit on the ground at the dead dog man's feet. When he looked up the path, he saw more undead moving for a giant stone fort which rose on a hill over looking the now destroyed town.

The Orcs moved slowly up the path, gathering up supplies and killing the slow moving undead from distance. When they reached the structure it was the greater than anything they had ever seen. Stone walls which rose 10 orcs high with a mighty wooden gate which helf giant spear points up above them as they entered. That was when Ghorag caught the first whiff of living human. He growled and motioned to the shaman who in turn disappeared once more.


Taking to the shadows, Ghorag hid behind a large stone statue. When he peered out from behind it, he saw the man he smelled standing with his back turned. It wore a white robe and seemed to be directing the last of the undead up a path leading through yet another gate. Ghorag saw his opportunity and did not hesitate. Dropping his shield, he picked back up his spear. Turning from around the statue, leaving the safety of it's shadows, he roared a terrible battle cry and charged with great ferocity. He moved with such terrifying speed that dispite there being twenty paces between he and his enemy, the robed figure had only enough time to turn himself before the terrible beast was upon him.

Ghorag drove his spear down through the robed figures thigh, pinning him to the ground. It wore a white mask made of porcelain and had only the chance to look up at the Orc before Ghorag tore loose his spear and jammed it back down through the necromancer's heart. Ghorag roared as he did and the great echo rang through the fortress before all went silent. The necromancer lay there dead as the Shaman suddenly reappeared with a grin upon it's tusked face. The shaman then nodded up the path to second gate, where the last of the undead had dissappeared from view. "Shall we goez and see?", the Shaman said with amusement.

Ghorag still enraged, left his spear still protruding from the ground and took up his axe. He marched toward the second gate with great strides but despite his blood rage, he was not prepared for what he saw when he turned the corner.......

A giant structure made of undead bodies, glued together in the form of some large dark treant. It bristled and when it did the mass of flesh shook. It seemed to watch them, though it had no distinguishable eyes from within a large cirlce runes drawn in blood. Ghroagdush stood there in awe of this terrible monstrosity. He could feel Grixgez the kobold shaking behind him one of his legs. "Whats dis ting masterz...?", the lizard man asked but after enough time had passed without answer, the kobold slowly backed away.

That was when the undead treant suddenly began to move, though it seems stuck in place. The ground began to rumble and the blood on the ground began to boil. Ghoragdush began slowly to back away. Then he stopped. He had found a green vile in one of the cottages which he pulled from the sack he carried at his waste. It looked like Green Lizard Fire, the substance his people used to scorch wood and flesh. If it was, Ghorag new it would eat the flesh this beast. He looked in his clawed hand which held the large vile, then at the beast. He snorted and then heaved the vile with all his might at the feet of the monster.

He was right, it was Green Lizard Fire and it did begin to eat away at the foundations of this unholy tree of flesh. But, it also ate away at the blood runes and before the monster was consumed, it broke free. It's gait was twice as long as Ghorag's and it moved hungerily for the Orc. Ghorag turned and began to run, there was nothing to be gained by fighting this beast he knew but he could not move fast enough! He ran through the gate but felt the gate burst into blocks of stone and wood as the flesh beast charged through it right after him.

Then the shaman appeared behind the beast with fire and smoke once more blowing forth from it's claws. Ghroag could feel the heat and the sound of hundreds of undead voices crying out. Then, he heard and felt those dozens of bodies slapping upon the cobblestone path almost directly behind him. When he whipped around, naught but burning flesh, being eaten by flame and acid lay directly at his feet. The shaman smiling from behind this scene of carnage called forth, "You goodz runner!" before snorting in laughter. "Shutz up and helpz loot dis place!", said in a threatening tone while he moved before the Shaman who in turn ceased his laughter and snorted.

The Orcs looted and left the village, their tracks all about the dead, they did not wish anger the Dead any longer.

[Bad Omens]

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Qualifications:

Race: Grey Orc, or Half Orcs, but as second class citizens, sorry
Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Evil, Chaotic Neutral
Levels: 11-20
Dieties: All Orc Gods, Talos and Malar

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[Bad Omens]

A Dark Ceremony Commences.....

[Bad Omens]

Plans Being Made Following Battle......

[Bad Omens]

Taking Slaves........

[hafr1]

Urrosh rushes into the cave, a few arrows stuck in his leather armor and obviously wounded. He looks at the others in cave, and speaks, "I found him, I know where he hides, how many stays and more, but they know we here" after a pause, and some cursing he speaks again, "They have a guard boar...."

[Bad Omens]

Ghoragdush growls, "Get human, make traps!!". He then roars to the Shaman of demon power and the shaman of the Storm God, "Need more warrior, come we go north to forest....". There could be heard a slight trepidation in his voice before he puts on his helm and makes for the cave entrance. "Hunter you failz, you stay with human, make traps!", he tells Urrosh before leaving the cave.

[duracele]

Razzkul gazed up into the starlit sky in awe. He had been born and raised to follow the worship of Talos. Though ever had he relied on his strength and his strength alone. But the recent events in the north had changed all that. He had doubted Ghoragdush s talk about doing the Stormlords will. How wrong he had been...
The moment mighty bringer of Storms had struck the Manticore down from its flight he had known it by heart. This was the path to take! They had severed the beasts head off for proof and returned to the village victorious. Now the chief wouldn`t doubt no more. Razz would take his head if he did...
And indeed no one dared to stand up to the mighty clan of the cave no more! This was the time. The time to make plans and gather strength. The time to look to the Stormbringer for blessing...

[Alkaizer74]

Urzoth doesn't know what to make of everything that transpired that day. Having only arrived to the Soubar a week or so ago, she is unfamiliar with nearly everything in the swoardcoast....the Orc culture here is no exception. One thing is for sure though, she is happy to see that there was others like her in the coast but heartbroken to learn that her kin have taken so many horrible defeats.

She fought bravely against the oversized goblins trying not to show weakness. She wanted so desperately to demonstrate unique value to the orc clan of the coast. She fell in battle several times and wondered if she was able to demonstrate anything other than just being an ordinary teenage orc girl. It was often difficult for her to feel anything other than that in the presence of the other mighty orcs.

[DM Golem]

Among the bugbear tribes of Thundar's Ride, there is much discord, as the Talon Tribe tries to rally others to its side and drive out the orc raiders in the area.

((Orc players involved with the Thundar Clan: please PM me with your availability for an event in the next 7- 10 days. And also any plans decided following the previous event!))

[Bad Omens]

Broken Tooth Tribe were just as their namesake, broken and tired. Ghoragdush saw this when he saw their chief. Foraging in the no mans land between the High Moor and the Misty Forest, his people hungry and starving to return to the Moor but lacking the means to break the winged hunter's hollowed ground. Ghorag snarled when he heard the terms of the Broken Tooth Tribe's service to aid in the defeat of the Bugbear.



The death of the winged hunter, a feat only the mighty Mofufu accomplished during his short reign as chieftain. Ghorag tore his claws across his bear chest so that it bled and then placed his armor on. Then, with the blood still dripping beneath, he set out with his people, the Thundar Claw Clan. They left their cave and headed north into the Moor, his people's ancestral home.

The warrior's often spoke of tales in which a winged beast swept in, throwing down barbs of terrible poisons in it's wake, to paralyze and take Orcs to be eaten. This creature was named the Manticore and now his people must hunt it, for their god, the god of storms demanded it! So, they moved through this waste land, chewing on what dried meat and fermented milk they brought with them to sustain their strength.

Then they came upon the wooden palisades and heard the shrieking of hobgoblin. Ghorag listened closely to their shrills. "Two dozen hobgoblin warriors, maybe more", he told the other half dozen Orcs with him. He looked at them and snarled, they snarled in turn, began to beat their chests and rushed up the path to the makeshift camp.

The fight that ensued was ferocious in nature and not until the last Goblin's neck was torn out by Ghorag's tusks, was victory assured for the Orcs. The rest of the Goblin fled as the Orcs gathered their wounded and looted the camp. The sat by the fire licking their wounds when in the night sky above them, they heard it. The wail of the Manticore and the giant flapping of wings.



'Storm god, show youz strength, bring down beast from youz sky!!!", Ghorag called out to the sky. The few other Talosian Orc Shaman followed suit. Soon the sky rained down with terrible lighting, lighting the beast's flight, circling their heads. Suddenly, a bolt of lightening struck down before them, as they jumped back away from the fire. A scream could be heard above them, as the smell of burnt flesh they could smell.

The manticore fell before them like a meteor from the sky, wounded and shaking. It had been struck by the lightening of the sky. The wounded Orcs fell upon it like locusts. They struck down their axes and drove their spears into the beast until it spasmed it's last motion on this plane. Ghorag lit a terrible roar into the sky , "URUUUKK!!!" and all the others gathered did the same as a female struck the beasts head off with her axe.

They took the axe back to the chief of the Broken Tooth Clan. Razzkul spoke with the chief and GHorag smiled a tusky grin knowing that the chief had no choice now. The Thundar Claw Clan would soon conquer the Bugbear and the gathering storm, it's winds would continue to swirl.........

[duracele]

((ooc
DM Golem is planning an event for us on tuesday at 7pm GMT. Everyone interested check if the time is ok for you and send a pm to Golem with a confirmation you will make it.
The general plot will be dealing with the bugbears.
Please pm Golem and hook me up ingame anytime (duracele is account name there as well)
As for tuesday i would say we meet in the thunders ridge cave some ten minutes before event is scheduled. If someone needs escort to the cave give a tell.

regards

[duracele]

Razzkul had been hunting bugbears in the Ridge when this mysterious woman apeared. At first he had thought she was out for battle and he gripped tight and readied his spear.
After some unpleasantries, she made it clear she came to parley with the clan of the cave.
Not knowing what to think of this Razz had brought her to their cave. This is where he would hold her captive and the female voluntarely followed Razz.
In the cave however the woman gave great praises to the strength of the mighty Uruks. Obviously flattered Razz decided to let the female speak her mind. She then spoke of her Masters, of mighty gifts and a possible alliance. Razz made it clear he was no bandit for hire. But as he saw the booty the woman had brought to show sincerity his eyes widened. He would have to talk to the clan about this...