Private Tales Ashlanders: After the Red Mist

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  1. Mabess

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    It was a holy triduum a month ago when the first seeds of doubts were planted in the minds of the Ashlanders. What has been considered a time of happyness and bonding quickly succumbed upon the bad fortune foretold by the elder shamans on Roshkamae's naming ceremony.
    The readings however, were muddy and unclear, nobody would be quite certain just how bad it could get.​
    Some even doubted the acuracy of the fortune. Kinstrife was certinaly in the air regardless of what people thought.
    On the morning after the last holy day of Starry-Eve, Dormak challenged Mabess for the right to command the whole army of the Ashlanders. Winning in the ritualistic battle, the Blackhawk Chief became the new Warchief of the Ashlanders. Such exchanges of positions were rare when most were content with those currently in charge. And the old Mav Stormcaller and her diplomatic nature no longer were favoured when most pined to have action taken against the opressors of the orcs.

    First week of of Aftereve, Roshkamae
    Perhaps the most telling of the woes foretold was the sudden death of the oldest orc in the village and Shadowrever chief, Shorhuul. Found in his hut in the early morning still and stiff, great grief swallowed the tribe as the respected elder passed on peacefully in the night.
    Behind he left two promising pupils: Mk-Garul, his sucessor which most of the shadowreavers liked and the more experienced Sha'vorr, who had been tainted by the folly of arrogance.
    The death burial and procession was grand and the pyre made for him was the largest among any death pyres made. While usually the emotions of the orcs were mildly somber during such time, the fullfilment of bad fortune took it's toll on the minds of the populace.

    In the following week, Mk-Garul had been chosen as the new Chief for his bright mind, yet some other elders consider him too green behind the ear. He only had 19 years to his name afterall.

    Last week of aftereve: https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/those-beyond.815/
    A strange, corrupting mist appeared in the valley, west of the great inland sea. Towards the change of months, warbands were sent to investigate after the shamans found no answer to the strange emergence of thick fog.

    The now

    Hollow Month, Roshkamae, Northern Hunter's Callendar The moot has been assembled.

    Every single orc that could spare their time wanted to know what was going beyond the red mists, settled in the open ceremony field in the center of the communal winter town of Roshkamae. There was lots of loud chattering among the orcs, most talking about the worsening of the bad fortune and what horrors some of the investiragters briefly spoke of when they returned...
    The chiefs and their advisors of each tribe stood on one end, between them and the tribe were the three warbands sent out to investigate the red mists and any other orc or non orc affiliated with any sort of expedition to try make sense of the whole ordeal.
    On the helm of one of the warbands was Mahhor, who led one of the two parties that were devoured by the corrupted stone.

    »And we are certain that the portal stone was the source of corruption?« Spoke out the young Mk-Garul, still young and green, thrown into the mists of conflict to prove his worth. »Why would a portal stone suddenly be here, the only one in the whole of the reach was in Belgrath!« Muttered Silvermane.
    »If Shorhuul were still with us, he would have known more than any of us.«

    Silvermane stood up briefly: »Bless Shorhuul's soul, may he rejoin us soon,« the void left behind the passing of the wisest orc was apparent, his guidnance and experience would have certianly be needed...

    »Tell me again now, what have you seen on the other end of the mists,« growled Dormak as he gazed upon the warriors, shamans and hunters assembled before. His party never went deep into the mists and thus stayed on Arethil, while the two parties led by Mahhor, Mabess and Mk-Garul did.

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    Mainly set up fo ashlanders, and any orc currently visiting within the ashlanders and any other character that tagged along the ashlanders after the pandeminum rp.
    Inquisitive natures welcome, question and debated. Heho.
     
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    #2 Dragox, Jul 4, 2019
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    Dragox and his wolf riders were restless. They had remained behind with their mounts to defend the tribes. His brother, Mahhor, had led the warbands into the mists and had yet to return. Dragox ran his fingers through Balshadnox's thick mane while he stood on the front line, watching the mists intently. The dire wolves were restless as well, the unnatural mist putting them on edge.
    Dragox got the sinking feeling that his brother needed him, but right now his duty lay with defending the tribe.

    He took a handful of Balshadnox's mane and pulled himself up on his companions back. He rode the dire wolf up and down the battle line checking on his wolf riders. Everyone felt the same as he did, the mist was still making progress but it was still miles away. One couldn't cut an evil mist with and axe or shoot it with a bow. And an ambush inside would decimate a platoon of orcs if they were not prepared. Dragox knew his brother, they would be prepared. But still, it's already been too long.

    When the mist finally disappeared Dragox was relived to soon see the warband returning. His brother was mortally wounded though, but had returned non the less. Now everyone in the tribe had gathered and of course, talk was about the mist and the future of the tribe with respected key members now gone from them.
    However, Dragox was far more concerned for his brother and stayed by his side in the medicine tent. But he kept his ear out for what else was being said.
     
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    Hath snarled and snapped at the shaman, but several pairs of strong hands kept him pressed into the snow.

    "Its out," said the shaman firmly. Even as he held up the sharp of obsidian it started to deteriorate. It was the same shape as a delicate feather, yet as hard as steel. That monstrous creature that had barred their path had flung them in all directions.

    A moment later and it was dust on the wind. Hath couldn't help but feel that he was glad that it didn't done that when still lodged in his bone and sawing into muscle. The stitches felt like blessed relief after the shard had been tugged free. He lightly tapped one of the hands on his shoulder to let them know that he no longer required restraint.
     
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    In the medicine tent that was eracted rather swiftly for the warbands wounded, some of the novice healers would seem perplexed over the shape and traces of some wounds...these were not made by any animal of the known lands. »Look at these...nevermind, fetch the herbal water and thread,« loudly donned one.

    As Hyorhall was set upon the padded leather cover, he spoke out to his brother. »I have not expected to see such beings. I did not expect to be sent to a land different than ours...«

    From outside the tend, one could hear the masses talk further.

    »It was an atmosphere of dull gray, it was...unreal and the hair was foul. It was hard to breathe.«
    »When we were there, the monsters did not attack, many were weird creatures, some as big as glaciers!«

    »What did they look like?«
    »Hard to describe...odd amalgamations- « »-one creature reminded of a griffin though!«
     
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    "The portal stone looked just as ancient as the others," Hath said as he returned to the group.

    The ache was a dull throb now. Every orc was a story told in scars and thus was one he wouldn't forget. Just like an arrow that feather had embedded in bone and taken two orcs to remove. There was no pain like it but it was done now.

    Hath was keen to know if this new warchief had a plan and whether it amounted to any more than sending his fighters charging at the rock until it opened up to let them fight the demons hand to hands.

    "We should see if it works like the others."
     
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    The rabble had gone quiet as the foreigner spoke out. Glances among the chiefs were exchanged as if they spoke my thought alone.
    The portal stone looked ancient.
    »Yeah, we returned by portal stone...« One of the soldiers remarked.
    »Think there is a chance that it might still pose a threat to us? Is a return to that realm possible?« then querried the shadowreaver chief.
     

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