3. Udokaas - Nightblade of the Stalker Below

Udokaas - Nightblade of the Stalker Below

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    Login: Vitiosus Phasmatis
    Character Name: Udokaas

    Cull the weak from the tribe and eliminate all other races…

    Shadows ripple with echoes throughout the cave - running water, dripping into a shallow pool; the seige of rain, pounding the earth outside; storm clouds crashing together, thunderous roars and drowned out by this cocophany of sounds, a gurgling throat as it bleeds out onto the floor. The victim lies still, illuminated only by erratic flashes of lightning. The woman is of orcish descent, and appears to have past her prime long ago. Clutching a small object to her bosom, she tries to mutter, struggling with a slit throat.

    The assailant stands above the dying wretch, fascinated by her impending death. He leans over and wipes his bloodstained shortsword on her face. She spits at him, and curses, "Gaakh… duguurz buub... furth-burzum-ishi!" As quickly as the lightning strikes, the assaliant slams his hand into her throat and begins tightening his grip. He leans in to her ear and whispers in Common, "You bagronk-ishi, you only pig-filth here," his voice is chillingly calm, as he begins crushing her throat. "You tink you safe from Stalker Below? He come for yous, snaga. He come for tribe. Tribe be weak. Me kill shaman den chief and yous tribe be weak. Den me kill tribe."

    The elderly shaman looks up at him, barely keeping herself conscious. She grips her hand tighter, pushing hard to her bosom before falling limp. Snarling, the assailant releases his grip and stands up, clearly angered. He places the heel of his boot ontop of her face. The sound of bones crunching beneath a boot, smothered by the relentless force of nature brewing outside. The assailant reaches down and rips a carved wooden eye from the shaman's hand, before walking to the doorway, and smearing his bloodied hand over the cloth draped over the entryway, as some poor privacy screen or makeshift door.

    Be alert for weakness in the eyes of the chieftain…

    Standing outside is a figure, clad much like the assailant. "You be done?" The assailant nods. "Goods, yous be killing chief. We kill dem tribe." As this is said, the figure disappears into the shadows and nothing more than the howling wind outside can be heard. Our assailant creeps through the cavern, stepping over sleeping - or dead - orcs and half-orcs. He rounds a bend to find two skulls on pikes, used as torch brackets. The smell of rotting meat hangs heavily in air. Quietly dousing the torches, he slips into the small grotto.

    This grubby hole reaks of decayed flesh and sweat, a stench worthy of burning nostrils and watering eyes. The assailant appears unphased. The decor of this room is spartan; a stone slab used as a table or shelf, some tattered rags of conquered tribal flags, nailed to the walls and some trophy heads on pikes, some in good need of disposal. Lying atop a few skins used as a matress is a sleeping orc. His chainmail sprawled across the floor and a battleaxe lies haphazardly by his bedside. The assailant draws his blades quietly, and silently approaches the chieftain. A quick slit to the throat, and blade through the heart and the body is limp and lifeless.

    This was easy, too easy. A footstep. He turns around suddenly, ready to tear out their throat. "How did me know it be yous, Udokaas?" A quiet chuckle emerges from the darkness, and an orc of powerful build steps forth, clad in chainmail and wielding a battleaxe. "Dey send best for best, yah? Yous no good. Yous not even kill chief," he smiles as he holds up a cloth bag, blood dripping out from the bottom, "Look Udokaas, me even got dem others. Dere no tribe left just me and yous. Soon just be me!" The chieftain roars loudly, and throws the bag at Udokaas. "Yous no Bloodrock! Yous kill tribe, yous kill shaman! Yous make Gruumsh mad! Yous make me mad! Me be breakin' yous face on flo–"

    Now was his chance, and he took it. Udokaas moved with surprising agility, sinking his left blade into the chieftain's throat. He gurgles as he looks into the eyes of Udokaas, blade of Shargaas. The left blade was soon followed by it's twin, sinking deep into the neck. Gurgle. Udokaas forces the chieftain to his knees, twisting the blades. Gurgle. "Yous right. Me no Bloodrock. Me Udokaas," with a swift movement, Udokaas slides his blades outward, spraying the walls and floor with blood. Thud. "Me strong, me find strong tribe!" He kicks the rolling head on his way out, and heads due east towards Norwick.

    The darkness is cold and everlasting, but provides a dark mantle for the blade in the night…

    [edit] Added login and character details.

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    Oh damn! I knew I forgot something :oops:

    Login: Vitiosus Phasmatis
    Character: Udokaas

    Heh… Sorry about that Teah.

    [edit] Also put them in the OP.


  • reviewed xp pending

    I do need your login and exact character name.

    Ty