The village was crowded, an Om'riggor was an exciting thing to watch, and orc from every hut and fire place dropped whatever they were doing to come watch the new brave hunters, about to set out on their hunt. Grogona was amongst the warriors who had stepped up to prove herself, she had been given a rumour of dragons to the north in the sharp mountains, hoping to get a gloriouse title like the dragon slayer! She giggled at the thought. What exciting new thing this was, never had she heard much about her orcish culture, and anything was interesting and new. She stood tall as the Chieftain approached them, obviousely wanting to impressed him! But he only glanced her briefly, as all the other orcs who had stepped up.
"The rite of the hunt.. Also called the Om'riggor. It used to be a ritual of adulthood, completing it would mean you would be allowed to join the council of what clan you were in. But today, its different, today it is a way for the orcs of the red blade, to prove themselfs. By doing so, you will be given a name, fitting the beast you've taken down.
Grogona listened intently to every word, nodding carefully as he finished, she took a step forwards followed by the others, who seemed equally eager to get this rite started. The chieftain starred them down, assesing them. He nodded firmly, followed by a grunt. "You will be allowed no armor from the waist up, except for whatever parts you want to cover. And -one- weapon" The orcs agreed, and nodded eagerly. "You will be allowed until the sun lands on the mountains, if you haven't returned until then, you have failed" The orcs nodded once again, before they were allowed to leave.
Grogona took off her armor above the waist as told, she felt abit exposed at first, quite a few of the males starring at her with their jaws dropped. She snorted, covering herself with an arm, before she ran off towards the northern mountains, also refered to as the egde of the blade. It didn't take her long to reach the border between Nagrand and Zangarmarsh. The sun was still at the middle of the sky, she had at least a good four hours left until she to return.
The water was fresh and cold, just what she needed to sate her thirst, but she couldn't get at ease, there was something following her, what it was, was beyound her. She decieded she was ready to move again, setting off towards north again, the spiked mountains was in the horizon. As she ran by the road, a mushroom twice as tall as her, stood in the way of the road. She thought it odd, but didn't think much about it. The second she passed it, the mushroom unfolded, showing off a viciouse seven rows of sharp teeth, they slammed down on her, piercing her skin, ripping in her flesh and bone. She thought she had met her end.
The beast dropped her down onto the ground, hovering as high as it could, letting out a roar filled with dominance and pride, letting the marshes know it had taken another victim. Grogona could feel her warm blood making a thin bed on the road she layed mangled on, the poison already surging through her, but it was now or die. She drew her axe, and starred at the beast, it was still boasting? She wasn't even dead yet. She closed her eyes, fighting off death inside her as she was waiting for the moment where the beast would come back from its boast to feed. And the moment didn't come a second too soon. The beast lowered over her, snarling and spreading its wings, vibrating with hunger. She could smell the beast, lowering down over her, its poison dropping down on her mangled chest.
The foul breath almost made her gag, but she had to endure it, if she wished to see another sun, she tightend her grib around her dagger, to the point where her nails dug into her palm. The beasts mouth was now fully openned, leaning down over her even further, she tensed her muscles, and lungeg forward into the beast, its dark red blue oozed out in a river of gore. It snarled out in a mix of rage and pain, slamming its seven rows of pain into her arm, she let out an equally loud roar of pain, now stabbing it continuesly until it let go of her. She snarled, panting, at first just kicking the beast away from her, should it still be alive, she'd want to be no where near its teeth.
She layed out flat, resting for just a brief moment before snarling, and thought to herself. "Do ye' wanna be the orc tha' slayed a marsh-ray an' then jus' died from its poison? GET UP!!" She snorted at herself, most of all she just wanted the pain to take her and be done with it, but on the otherhand, it'd be a shame ter end her days in a puddle of mud and marsh-ray blood. She got to her feet, the pain surging and ripping through her body, the poison had already made her right arm numb, but she wouldn't stop here.
The road was much longer than she expected it, but then again when your at the egde of life and hauling a beast three times your own weight, things tend to seem hopeless. She continued, and keept pouring water over her wound, to keep it fresh. If the wound were to close, the poison would be stuck in her, no, she needed her blood to keep flowing. As she entered the camp, two grunts rushed to her side to aid, but she wafted them aside, it was her Om'riggor, and she couldn't be helped.
Grek'thar made quick work of her wounds, as it probably seemed to him, however for Grogona it seemed to take hours, each tooth still stuck in her shoulder, into the bone, each of them a viciouse terrible pain, not to speak about the poison. Soon the poison numbed her shoulders and the rest of the mending was painless. Everything was a blur, noises either very loud or very silent, orcs shaped like gronns and rats speeding over the roads, shapped like kodos.
The words the chieftain uttered was a blur, but she was proud nontheless, her new name.. Marshfang, it took her some time getting used to, but she was proud. Grogona Marshfang, a name they would remeber, and she'd make sure they would.
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