Chapter 4: Legacy of The Horde

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35 years ago.... It was a very bright and shining day in the plain landscapes. A bird was flying by towards a river that was surrounded by huts, encampments, and civilization. This civilization was filled with creatures that look similarly to a human. Although, this weren't humans but much more like ogres or beasts whose skin color is coated with green. Their settlement within the area was much more tribal, cultural, and barbaric. These creatures are warriors who are always ready to defend their homeland and to serve their leader with loyalty and respect. They show courage, wisdom, and bravery amongst their ethnic race. These warriors used barbaric weapons such as axes, spears, javelins, and swords. This ethnic race's physique is built with strength and brawn for this race is most notoriously known for its immense strength and durability in which they also have a lengthy height, abilities that could undergo such capabilities for fighting and much more such as hunting, building and harvesting. Their teeth would also be as piercing as a beast. This community of people is what we call the Orcish Horde. Their culture, clothing, heritage, and beliefs resemble that of a viking. It was a very bright and shining day, a good time for the orcs to go on hunting for provisions to gather important resources to keep their people's needs to be provided, especially food. Moment's past by and an orc was walking by the settlement. As he was walking along the way, the settlement was filled with many orcish warriors and workers all around the encampment. The orc entered into a mid-sized hut in which in the inside was dark, for there were no openings for the light to enter except for the entrance. In the middle of this place, a campfire had been lit. In front of this was an old orc that was dressed as a shaman, as he wore a hood around himself while he was sitting down on the floor with his staff. The orcish shaman was quite surprised to see the orc.

"Warchief Turodan, it is a surprise for me to have been encountered by you this day. How may I be of your aid?" The Orcish Shaman spoke.

"No need for such formalities, Mur'dul."
The Warchief responded.

He also sat down on the floor alongside the shaman in front of him.

"What brings you here, Warchief?"

"In no matter time, the baby will be shortly arriving soon."

"Ah, I see. You must be here in order for me to give the blessing to the child upon its arrival."

"Yes, that is my prior request to you if you may."

"I'd be much willing to give the child the blessing from our Ancestors"

"You have my gratitude, Mur'dul."

"Your wish is my command, Warchief."

"Say, before I may go, I would like for you to answer my question, for I have grown quite curious and fearful upon the child's arrival."

"What is your question, Warchief?"

"Upon the arrival and blessing of my first child, Grimmash Kael'storm. Pardon me if I may, but was he not chosen and fit to be the heir to inherit the title of Warchief?"

"I'm afraid he was not called nor fit to be the sole successor to the title of Warchief as the blessing says from our Ancestors."

"I grew quite fearful, for it may happen once again towards my second child."

"Fear not Warchief, for your prayers will be answered."

"Thank you for your assurance, Mur'dul. If you may, will it be alright for you to aid my family? For I have something important to do for the Horde."

"As you wish, Warchief."

"I am in your debt."

"There is no need to say such things."

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