Recent content by Urzak Iron-Hold

Urzak caught the nod. No smile. No flourish. Just a slow, deliberate inclination of his head. Acceptance of a role. "As you wish." He noticed the root but didn't comment on it. He recognized rituals meant for the self. He straightened, reins shifting in his hands as he turned his mount...

The moment the giant staggered Urzak felt it. Not through sound but through a shifting pressure. Weight coming off the line. "FORWARD!" He roared anyway. "ROUTE THEM!" Hroth's warriors faltered as one. Their eyes dragged upwards despite themselves. Urzak used it. He drove forward, both hands...

Urzak did not rise to the grin. He watched Arnor's hand flex, the confidence in the threat, the practiced ease of someone used to frightening others by implication alone. When Urzak spoke it was without heat. Colder than anger and heavier than mockery. "I've fought many things that promised...

Urzak slowed his mount to a halt beside her. The horse snorted softly as the horde spread out below them. Fires, movement and scale enough to turn even veteran instincts cautious. He took it in without comment at first, eyes tracking patrol patterns, listening to the distant noise roll like...

Urzak let the murmurs roll for a moment. Not because they worried him but because they confirmed what was measuring. Then his attention split, one part settling on Rovan and the other fixing on Arnor like a blade laid flat on a table. At Rovan's offer the corner of Urzak's mouth twitched. "A...

Urzak listened as the pieces settled into place, committing names and customs to memory with the ease of long habit. When Zathria stepped out into the night he follow a moment later, letting the hut and its broken man fall behind them. The air was cooler outside. Cleaner. He paused beside her...

Urzak remained just inside the doorway letting Zathria take the front of the exchange. He watched the man as he spoke now, not with menace, but with the sharp, practiced calm of someone weighing truth against fear. Several thousand. His brow creased slightly, not alarm, but calculation. "Mm."...

The shock of the clash rolled through the field like a hammer through an anvil. Fire screamed against frost. Steam burst skyward and Urzak felt it in his bones. He didn't turn to watch as Azrakar was thrown aside. "HOLD!" Urzak roared, voice tearing through the noise as Hroth's warriors...

Urzak gave a low, approving grunt as she spoke, the sound caught somewhere between acknowledgement and shared understanding. He drained the last of his ale, set the mug down with a sold thunk, and rose smoothly to his feet despite his size. "Aye." He said. "Those kinds of wars leave longer...

Azrakar's fire tore the enemy line open like a furnace door kicked wide. Heat washed over the field, frost hissed, bodies scattered or burned. Urzak didn't look at any of it. "FORWARD!" He roared and he went with the surge both hands on the haft of his battle axe, shoulder squared, feet biting...

Urzak listened while he ate, slow and steady, the kind of attention that didn't interrupt but missed nothing. He nodded once at her distinction of problem solver as if filing it neatly alongside what he already knew of her. When she asked about war he set the spoon down, took a pull from his...

Urzak's gaze slid to the larger man in the cloak. He listened all the way through. Then he scoffed. Not loud, not theatrical. Just a short, dismissive breath through his tusks. The sound of a veteran recognizing a familiar pattern. "You waited..." Urzak said, eyes fixed on the man now...

Urzak let the weight of Rovan's question settle. His question deserved to be met without haste. Around them the square had grown quiet in the way of places that sensed a threshold approaching. Not fear. Attention. People saw Orcs and almost always immediately assumed raiders. Urzak had shown he...

Urzak followed without comment. Whatever came of the man would come later. Hunger was a simpler thing to answer. He ducked as he stepped into the tavern. The smell hit him all at once. Woodsmoke, fat, old ale soaked into the floorboards. Familiar. Comforting in a way he didn't bother naming. He...

Urzak's attention sharpened at the sound of Orcish. Not at the words themselves. He'd heard the saying spoken a hundred ways by a hundred mouths. He sharpened at where it came from. From a man who did not look like he belonged, there were humans in the Spine area that spoke Orcish with relative...