Ra'oc seemed nervous. "One; How is we going to carry them? Does we get a box?" Shel rolled her eyes at the orc adolescent, who sounded almost as if he did not want to transport the insectoid creatures. Shel emptied one of Ra'ocs sacks, and put the rolled-up bugs inside.
"Thank you Mutare. We won't forget our deal." said Shel, with concern in her eyes. At that they left the Garden of change.
By the time they reached the spruce and cedar forests of the Great Mountains west side, H'mog had already migrated back. He and Shel and been there previously; So a race of Orcs already existed there. Word traveled fast; A dangerous cult of radical shamans of H'mog had been formed in recent months, who believe in the extermination of all dus-gal orcs. Ra'oc and Shel had to tread carefully, but learned that this cult considered a particular valley, named 'Oggur's Cut', as holy ground. This must be where H'mog has been, reasoned the Great Maiden, these sudden cults are almost always supernaturally founded, and there goals can't be coincidental.
Leaving Ra'oc in a dus-gal refugee camp, Shel went on to confront H'mog. As she approached the valley, earthquakes and mudslides surrounded the region. She saw an avalanche wipe out some of the forest. Finally she had arrived. The cultists did not see what was in Oggurs Cut. They assumed the quakes and piles of dead things that appeared was a show of H'mogs wrath and power. They didn't see H'mog weeping and moaning in the center, Begging an unknown force to leave him be. They didn't hear him ramble incoherently so pathetically to himself. H'mog was deteriorating very quickly.
H'mog slammed the ground and a geyser erupted where he struck. He was gaunt, pale as snow, and smelled of rot. It wasn't hard to plant the beast on him.
For a moment, Shel thought she had somehow killed H'mog. His moan of agony was heard everywhere, like the soil itself was stabbed to death. and H'mog crumbled to the ground. Wait, what if Mutare was wrong about the venom? what if it's too much?
What if that is whats nescessary?
What?... the thought appeared in Shel's mind out of nowhere. For a moment, another, darker godly presence was felt. And then nothing. After moments that felt like hours, H'mog stood, tall, healthy, dark grey, with mold and lichen spots on his skin, a quirk Shel didn't even know H'mog was supposed to have. "What happen...? Shel... What did I do?!" said H'mog groggily.
THIS would be the hard part.