Post by Chieftain on Dec 16, 2015 19:08:48 GMT -5
(Log Date 12.15.15)
"Though we walk through the shadow of the valley of death, we fear no evil, fear no death, for WE are the Rageskull!" - Proverb of Bara'Kull the Second
Once again we stood ready at the entrance to the Un'Goro Crater, ready to recover those whom gave their lives to stop a maddening warlock, to save there way of life, to protect the ones they loved.
There deaths weighed heavily on my mind, and i refused to let sacrifice go without a proper ceremony.
Out of those who had died we were missing four bodies. (names here). We were going to recover them regardless what horrors awaited us. Bagatru, Loki, Kafgas, Sarage, Mar'rha, and Lo'Grin had joined me at the entrance to valley; While Agiskka, Ka'Inka and Bel'ka waited at camp for portals to be opened so they could tend to the dead that came through.
Firefume Ridge stood at the center of Un'Goro; the volcano rumbling, spewing forth tainted ash, creating a very poisonous atmosphere; which had begun to wander past the mountainous boarders of the crater. Inhaling the toxic fumes caused many of us to let out terrible hacking coughs, as the oxygen was thin.
Realizing we needed protection from the fel atmosphere, performed a blood ritual that imbued a number of obsidian stones with the power to protect us against the fel, at least for a short period of time.
We descended down the cliff-side into the smog. Visibility was difficult but we could still see the damage done by the warlock. Trees were dying, twisted by the magics he unleashed, the water was poisoned with animal corpses floating alot. Those strong enough to survive however became a dark, mutated version of themselves who hungered for flesh and battle.
Once again many let out a terrible cough.
The thunderous rumbling of the volcano echoed off the cliff-side as he marched through the valley, killing corrupted creatures that engaged us. I then hear Mar'rha gasp for air, and as she struggled to regain herself that is when she pointed north. She seen something. She struggled but raced off to a marsh. It was there we seen the fallen shaman Gromthak. He was killed by demons during the fight, his entrails ripped out, the lower have of his body missing. I placed a flame-stone on his body, muttering a blessing as Sarage opened a portal, teleporting him back to camp. It struck everyone hard, a grim reminder of what we fought, and an eye opener for those who were not present.
With Kafgas fel protection stones beginning to fade, we hastily advanced forward. Bagatru took the front, removing his helm as he struggled to breath. As he charged, he fell into an ash covered hold, and as he fell, the sound of his plate armor breaking wood could be heard. Then we heard him say he found one of ours. The impaled body of Denrikk the hunter. Poor Denrikk had fallen victim to a pit trap laid by Mok'Rell, his broken body impaled on no less then three spikes. Another stone was given, and a portal opened.
After we pulled Bagatru out of the pit, lightning struck the massive tree nearby. It collapsed in our direction, and while Bagatru managed to stand firm from the shock-wave it created, the rest of us were sent flying. As I picked myself up I looked at the clan; this wasteland was getting to them, they struggled to breath and stand. I worried that one or more would die from this mission, but they refused to be defeated, marching onward.
We finally came to the mouth of the volcano, where Mok'Rell had fallen. The fumes were strongest here, but that is where we found the remains of Koroso and Lokiri. Sadly they had died at the warlocks feet. I struggled to breath as everyone else did. The ash raining down upon us. Sarage looked the worse for wear as it took the last ounce of strength she had to open a final portal. After we pulled the bodies of Koroso and Lokiri through the volcano began to act once more. I ordered everyone to move through the portal to camp, which closed behind us. A cloud of fel toxin followed but quickly dissipated into the air.
With Agiskka, Bel'ka and Ka'Inka tending to our fallen clansmen we rested near the fire at the heart of our camp. The warm air of the barrens a welcome treat compared to that of Un'Goro. It was there that Lo'Grin formally introduced himself to me. He wished to be accepted into our ranks. Well any orc willing to risk his own life for others has earned my respect. He was more then welcome within our ranks.
As we recovered, Izoka had arrived at camp, and we discussed the best ways to cleanse the crater of Un'Goro. Kafgas said the purity of the light would be the only true way to combat against such corruption. Perhaps the Sunwalkers of Thunderbluff could help.
I pondered this as i went to my tent to rest for the eve and to prepare for the ceremony to honor our fallen.
"Though we walk through the shadow of the valley of death, we fear no evil, fear no death, for WE are the Rageskull!" - Proverb of Bara'Kull the Second
Once again we stood ready at the entrance to the Un'Goro Crater, ready to recover those whom gave their lives to stop a maddening warlock, to save there way of life, to protect the ones they loved.
There deaths weighed heavily on my mind, and i refused to let sacrifice go without a proper ceremony.
Out of those who had died we were missing four bodies. (names here). We were going to recover them regardless what horrors awaited us. Bagatru, Loki, Kafgas, Sarage, Mar'rha, and Lo'Grin had joined me at the entrance to valley; While Agiskka, Ka'Inka and Bel'ka waited at camp for portals to be opened so they could tend to the dead that came through.
Firefume Ridge stood at the center of Un'Goro; the volcano rumbling, spewing forth tainted ash, creating a very poisonous atmosphere; which had begun to wander past the mountainous boarders of the crater. Inhaling the toxic fumes caused many of us to let out terrible hacking coughs, as the oxygen was thin.
Realizing we needed protection from the fel atmosphere, performed a blood ritual that imbued a number of obsidian stones with the power to protect us against the fel, at least for a short period of time.
We descended down the cliff-side into the smog. Visibility was difficult but we could still see the damage done by the warlock. Trees were dying, twisted by the magics he unleashed, the water was poisoned with animal corpses floating alot. Those strong enough to survive however became a dark, mutated version of themselves who hungered for flesh and battle.
Once again many let out a terrible cough.
The thunderous rumbling of the volcano echoed off the cliff-side as he marched through the valley, killing corrupted creatures that engaged us. I then hear Mar'rha gasp for air, and as she struggled to regain herself that is when she pointed north. She seen something. She struggled but raced off to a marsh. It was there we seen the fallen shaman Gromthak. He was killed by demons during the fight, his entrails ripped out, the lower have of his body missing. I placed a flame-stone on his body, muttering a blessing as Sarage opened a portal, teleporting him back to camp. It struck everyone hard, a grim reminder of what we fought, and an eye opener for those who were not present.
With Kafgas fel protection stones beginning to fade, we hastily advanced forward. Bagatru took the front, removing his helm as he struggled to breath. As he charged, he fell into an ash covered hold, and as he fell, the sound of his plate armor breaking wood could be heard. Then we heard him say he found one of ours. The impaled body of Denrikk the hunter. Poor Denrikk had fallen victim to a pit trap laid by Mok'Rell, his broken body impaled on no less then three spikes. Another stone was given, and a portal opened.
After we pulled Bagatru out of the pit, lightning struck the massive tree nearby. It collapsed in our direction, and while Bagatru managed to stand firm from the shock-wave it created, the rest of us were sent flying. As I picked myself up I looked at the clan; this wasteland was getting to them, they struggled to breath and stand. I worried that one or more would die from this mission, but they refused to be defeated, marching onward.
We finally came to the mouth of the volcano, where Mok'Rell had fallen. The fumes were strongest here, but that is where we found the remains of Koroso and Lokiri. Sadly they had died at the warlocks feet. I struggled to breath as everyone else did. The ash raining down upon us. Sarage looked the worse for wear as it took the last ounce of strength she had to open a final portal. After we pulled the bodies of Koroso and Lokiri through the volcano began to act once more. I ordered everyone to move through the portal to camp, which closed behind us. A cloud of fel toxin followed but quickly dissipated into the air.
With Agiskka, Bel'ka and Ka'Inka tending to our fallen clansmen we rested near the fire at the heart of our camp. The warm air of the barrens a welcome treat compared to that of Un'Goro. It was there that Lo'Grin formally introduced himself to me. He wished to be accepted into our ranks. Well any orc willing to risk his own life for others has earned my respect. He was more then welcome within our ranks.
As we recovered, Izoka had arrived at camp, and we discussed the best ways to cleanse the crater of Un'Goro. Kafgas said the purity of the light would be the only true way to combat against such corruption. Perhaps the Sunwalkers of Thunderbluff could help.
I pondered this as i went to my tent to rest for the eve and to prepare for the ceremony to honor our fallen.