Regisfall

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house, we're born
Into this world, we're thrown

-"Riders on the Storm" The Doors

On a cliff high above the golden shores of Burz’kal, a young orc sits silently.
Dark clouds were gathering, the southerly winds gusting in toward the east.
The orc stood tall and roared towards the city. “NOR ESTUR!!”

As if on cue, hail and rain fell from the sky. Lightning flashed.

“Ash” he counted to himself

The roar of Gruumsh trembled the mountains. The storm was there.

He turned to head into the mountains only to feel pain unlike any other. No beatings, no hunts, no enemy had ever caused as much pain as the unblooodied now felt.

Nothing could be heard. Nothing could be seen. But a wave of what could only be called euphoria cascaded over the young orc. This is not what he expected death to be like.

“Sha’tar Gat. The storms gather. Tame them, lat will”

Only a breeze could be felt. The cry of the gulls on the shores could be heard over the splash of the waves.

Sha’tar Gat rose to his feet.

Thunder rolled in the distance as he looked around the city of Burz’kal.
He knew where he had to go. He must seek the Warshaman.