The Warchief's Command

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Zuma
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The Warchief's Command

Post by Zuma » Sat Jan 14, 2023 12:24 am

The hearth’s flame flickered as Zrikar stared into its depths. He was deep in thought, calculating the looming threats that presented themselves to Burz'kal and his people. To the north resided the Shadowclan Orcs, who set up their fortresses deep within the mountains of Ameresh. They posed an immediate threat to Burz'kal, but as of recent have been uncharacteristically quiet. Further north, the Humans of Edana. A rather docile race, they had their inner racial quarrels and politics that distracted them from the outside world. But Humans were always a fickle race and can never truly be trusted. To the East, the Elves of Arandor. Since the dawn of time Elves and Orcs have been hostile towards each other. Now, a new Elven queen sits herself upon their throne, little is known about her and so she too is a threat. The heathen worshippers of Azamul have been executing attacks on Burz'kal, in attempts to capture our people as snagas. We’ve continuously defended against their attacks, but their numbers never seem to dwindle. Burz'kal is in danger, now more than ever before. And as the Warchief the responsibility of protecting my people rests upon my shoulders.

Zrikar rose from the bed of furs that surrounded him, he was naked besides a loincloth. He summoned Grull to his chambers and awaited the Warshaman’s arrival. As Grull entered the room, Zrikar wasted no time with his decision. “Close the gates, summon all our Grunts and Thupars to return home. We must prepare for the evil that will soon arrive.”

An almost pleased smile stretched across the Warshaman’s rugged features, as he received the orders. He nodded to his Warchief and swiftly left his chambers to carry out the command.

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