Ages Eternal [IC] (Legends Eternal) Cogan's Fingers and Yuuk

Lazzamore

Lazzamore

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The wind was a loud howl between the tops of the crags above. You find yourself standing on a bed of pine needles in a canyon of dark emerald evergreens, and walls of slate-blue stone. the canyon walls reach up and form spires, that resemble giant blue hands. To the west, the mountains climb to seemingly-infinite peaks. Between the canyons east the land slopes down into a sea.

South of the Fingers, the air grows hotter the further down one travels, until the walls fall away into endless white desert, perfectly flat and scorching to the touch. The Saltlands of Yuuk are bordered by a line of wooden spikes most have come to fear; Tall poles with metal beads and baubles polished to be reflective, the sign of the Land of Yuuk. The Lech who live here are vicious, smart and tenacious in their evil, never stopping at subduing for killing there foe. Lech of Yuuk are special; their favorite form of victory is one where they restrain their enemy alive and conscious, and proceed to tear there limbs off until the pain and blood-loss take them. Or so the stories go...

The Orcs who live in the Fingers have learned to be vicious, fight tenaciously, and live closed to all other realities but there own. As you are walking one cool mountain evening, as the sky turned a breath-taking shade of red and purple, You see a bonfire in the distances, and the sound of clanging metal. Huts and hovels reach up and surround the canyon walls; a village.
 
Yoltzin and Ohtli had just finished their travels through the mountains. They had spent the last few months in the abominable place, cold and hungry. The two had ran out of supplies for the past two weeks and with the cold of the mountains dulling their senses and skills, combined with the scarcity of game in the mountains took its toll on the two. As the skies turned into a blood violet, they saw the light of a bonfire in the dispense and the sound of metal being tempered in the distance. They had found a village surrounding canyon walls. There meant warmth and food so they made haste for the village.
 
Krilg had just finished hunting a nearby deer and was making his way towards the nearby village surrounded by the walls of the canyon where he had been staying nearby for a few days. He was still unsure of where the Spitespawn was but he knew he was on the right trail. The orc had only been searching the area for a few days but he's heard reports from traveling nomads of the Spitespawn's influence so he knew it had to be in this general area. With the corpse slung on his shoulder, Krilg started his walk.
 
Yoltzin and her companion reached the village. The place was significantly warmer then the mountains and the first thing they did was find the nearest fire and hastily made their way to the blaze in order to warm themselves up. After they were beginning to warm up, they soon needed to tend to the next priority, that is to find suitable food.
 
With the deer still slung on his back Krilg went to the giant bonfire near the edge of town. It was there where Ruushnak the orc elder usual stayed and where he could trade for the creature. Krilg made a clumsy bow towards the old orc "Greetings Ruushnak. I come bearing gifts. I trade like normal?" the old orc who was seated on a crude rock slowly addressed him "Ahh, Good day Krilg it's nice to see you" then Ruushnak gave a frown "I'm sorry to say though that we've got plenty of food right now and we don't have anything we can trade you"

Krilg was visibly disappointed his shoulders drooping greatly "But I caught fresh. It good" he gave the corpse a shake as if to show it to him "Yes well I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you. You're welcome to cook it in camp though"

The younger orc just sat down not really sure what to do next. He laid the dear next to him then studied it deep in thought.
 
The smell of fresh game reached Yoltiz's nose and as she thought she sees what she assumes is a local hunter with a freshly killed deer. Seeing as an opportunity to obtain some food, she gestures for Ohtli stay put as she pulls out a gold bead from her pouch and walked up to the hunter. She didn't know what language the hunter spoke so she communicated with simple gestures, pointing to her golden bead then pointing at the hunter's catch.
 
"Olla, Friend" Krilg said in crude orcish "Food?" he asked not really knowing what to do actually. Krilg's face was scrunched up in confusion as the purple creature showed him some weird yellow thing. The orcs just shook his head pointing at the bead "No, Useful" he then pointed at his club "Useful" he tried to convey words slowly to Yoltiz. Krilg looked for any knick knacks he could see first some rope then some herbs and a nearby spear that were nearby "Useful. Shiny no needed. Shiny no useful"
 
She doesn't know what the orc said, but what he showed gave her some understanding of what the orc wanted. Instead of paying with currency, maybe she needed to trade something for the food. She looked around her pack and pulled out a herbs then she pointed at the food. "Oosful." She tried to mimic. "FOooo"
 
Krilg took the herbs from the woman then put it up to his nose. It was a pleasant-smelling plant which he knew from the nearby healers as being boiled to make a relaxing drink. The orc didn't really know what to do with it but he knew he couldn't keep the whole deer to himself so he shoved the herbs in a small pouch. He grabbed the deer by the leg and with a stone knife he pulled from his belt he started to hack the hindlegs off the creature. Krilg extended the small bony legs that didn't have much meat as he'd stopped just before the flank.
 
Bil-heg village was quiet that night, the first thing that Krilg and Yoltzin would notice, infact, was the small number of warriors in the village. Primarily it was young woman, children, a few craftsmen and elders, all the warriors were gone. Bil-heg got very quiet once the children went in for the night.

The night rolled on as Yoltzin attempted to converse with Krilg. Young craftsmen's apprentices who finished their tediums would retire to the tall bonfire and watch this foreign 'Noot-shi' (literally, Newt Woman) attempt to speak with relative awe in their faces. They were mixed to see Krilg seem to befriend the foreigner, they thought it could be either wise or foolish. They looked up to Krilg, for the most part, so they assumed it was wise.

At that point the youths would look up with a face of utter horror. That night their would be great suffering among the young and elder; Half the warriors who left would return, and only half of them were still breathing. Over each warrior's shoulders and a few on the pack worgs were lifeless, charred bodies of fallen warriors of Bil-heg.

Krilg would recognize the group's leader, an Orc named Zok'hai, who would shout loudly and kick a stone when approached. "Demon! the Filth who slain my brothers with thunder may be no other thing!!" Zok'hai would scream, sounding incoherent and full of rage, but the quiver in his voice he tried to hide showed the face of it; Bil-heg village had tonight lost most of their best to an unidentified threat almost instantaneously...
 
Yoltzin waits for the hunter to carve up the deer. She could feel a hole growing in her stomach as the he cut, making her realize how hungry she really was. When the orc finished she took her share and stood back as she heard an Orc shout out. She doesn't know what the man was saying, but it must be rather important. She kept a close watch and a careful ear as she walked back to the fire to cook the food as her Ripperdon waits patiently for its meal.
 
Morana silently creeps along the mountain barely making a sound heading to a light she can see in the distance. Upon nearing the village she begins to climb up to a small ledge on a canyon wall to scope out the place from above. Once on the ledge she watches as Orcs enter the village carrying corpses not really caring about that she continues looking at the village from above until she sees a deer being cooked upon the sight of it morana's stomach begins to growl. Still not finding the village safe yet she continues watching them.
 
"Spitespawn?!" Krilg asked Zok'hai "It here finally. Careful hunting, Spitespawn territory is crazy animals!" he pointed at the deer "Even prey turn monster. Tell Krilg where last attack"
 
She could tell that the two were talking about something important, but she couldn't make it out. Partially she was focusing on eating and feeding her Ripperdon, but mainly because she couldn't make out anything the two were saying.
 
Zok'hai straighten, rage obviously boiled up inside him. "The Demon could only come from Voltrieg, but this no lizard, Krilg." He looked conspicuously at Yoltzin. "This... this thing take Gireslyth form, but bigger!" The village 'Strong' (an orcish title of the greatest warrior in a village, who is more-or-less the leader) caught the already terrified crowd's attention as he launched into a cautionary tale at this, describing a massive beetle-like monstrosity that 'moved like lightning and struck with thunder'. He explained that as they entered a region known as Yellow Pass, on route to battle the encroaching Lech of Yuuk, they were ambushed and a majority of them were slain. Ruushnak then appeared. "What now? Zok'hai's best are slain by a beast with no honor. Bil-heg has hope only in our gods!"

Zok'hai didn't seem to like what Ruushnak was insinuating. "No! H'mog help us, No, ruushnak. I forbid it." he said with disdain. Ruushnak tried to reason with him, but could not get through... Just as krilg might have openly asked what Ruushnak insinuates, he spoke out. "If you fear the gods, Zok'hai, and refuse to see there prophets, how does that prove Gambolg wrong!?" At that, Zok'hai would walk up to the elder, and punch him in the face.

((Kinda wish I could write more, I'm just really tired... Sorry. If no one can build on that I'll write another post tomorrow morning.))
 
Arve the Croak, a raven of a larger size came upon landing on a canyon wall. She keeps her distance and sound from the particular (Morana) near her. Apparently she had been stalking her if she was master-material.
She glanced down to the orc village, no idea what they are all talking about. Still, she keeps her vigilance to them and to the lone human hunter.
 
Krilg as a faithful follower of H'mog bull rushed the Orc brave from behind taking him off his feet. Zok'hai was surprised at the sudden attack and tried to mount a resistance but before he could Krilg was already screaming a battle cry and had started smashing his face into the ground until the Orc leader was bloody and unconscious. Krilg shouted to the village "I will hunt the Spitespawn, New information made is actually insect!!" he pointed at a nearby warrior who'd been at the trip with Zok'hai "Tell Krilg where thunder insect, Tell hunters stay away"
 
Morana made a metal note to avoid the orcs as they seem violent and began to climb down from her spot and continued to venture down the mountain in the hopes of finding some shelter and some food.
 
With the hunter leaving, so would Arve be on her way... to her *usual* way. She takes into consideration that since she is rather a large bird, and she could be shot by an arrow from any direction, she flapped her wings once and propelled her upward. She flew a bit away and decides to soar on the surrounding mountains for awhile. At the same time using her eyes, she continued watching on the orc village, ... and the hunter too once she is at visual.
 
Zeme had been walking the mountain path for a few days now. She was headed for Bil-heg in hopes of finding some work and shelter for a few weeks. Closing in on the village, Zeme began to trot, she was so close to a warm meal.

As Krilg Made his decoration, Zeme walked into the village. Startled for a moment at the scene of a bloodied orc leader laying on the ground with a crazed orc over him shouting, Zeme took a step forward then said to no one in particular, "What happened here?" Her tail twitching from excitement.
 
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