Eindridi Gramtho
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Ka'ruk's story - "The Time Has Come"
Ka’ruk stood shadowed in the patched foliage of the Wastend’s riverbank. Squinting and placing one large hand above his eyes he strained to focus on the departing boat, most likely Hithdorian. Despite being hundreds of miles from their capital, more and more the Hithdor banners could be observed hung from the masts of ships and small vessels traversing the waterways south from their central lands. Belegarian men were also growing in sighted numbers. This “common sight” brought a scowl to Ka’ruks small tusked face. For an orc he was not nearly as heavily muscled as many in his tribe, certainly not full-blown warrior size by any means. He did not need to be. As an elder-shamaan what he lacked in brawn he made up for in brains and “other abilities”. Ka’ruk had been making the somewhat dangerous trek from the comfort and sanctuary of the Fuintaur forests now for nearly a month. It was necessary. The uumans, the pink-skinned, were coming closer and closer with each passing day to his territory. Fuintaur orcs take their land allotment very seriously some would say. Ask an orc if he would agree while standing on his side of the dividing territorial line and you would be lucky to make eye contact before your head was at your ankles…
Ka’ruk slipped away from his vantage. He had seen all he needed to see. It was time to call an Elders forum. His apprentice, Nuhar'Rok, would need to be there. Ambitious and brash she would one day make a great elder-shamaan, or be swallowed up by her constant self-promotion and exiled altogether. This was the least of Ka’s worry. It was time to unify the orcs and goblinoids to march against the too-often brash and unscrupulous Uuman. As divided as the tribes were, Ka’ruk was confident that he could persuade them to form a cohesive, albeit tense, alliance in this fight; for as divided as the tribes were in their ways there was one thing that the “tusk and claw” all had in common…mistrust of the pink-flesh. Ka’ruk was convinced that now was the time to make the uumans “lak-tuk” (suffer). With a final look over his shoulder at the fast-departing watercraft Ka’ruk cemented the image of fire and ruin consuming all men in his mind and in his heart…
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7/13/2011, 9:30 pm
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