Night with the spirits.

[Mhokdor Spinesnapper]

*Mhokdor sat down at his bonfire just out of the east gates of Gardar, he sighed, looking at the runes he had drawn and imbued around the circle then opened the straps on his hip-pouch and opened the pouch itself, taking out a handfull of leaves and dust ment for a ritual, he grumbled to himself "This won't work.... At all".
He stood up and looked at the fire, then threw the mixture into the fire, making it turn bright green, then white and finally back to red again*
Spirits! I call upon your wisdom, there is fighting within the tribe of clan Redblade over the remnants of chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye, I must know what to do, guide me as you did once before, great spirits.
*He knelt down and left the pouch on the ground, hoping for any response*
*After a long wait, Mhokdor's mind is suddenly penetrated by a loud, ferocious wolf's growl, as loud as if it were standing right next to him with the force of what feels like a hammerblow on the head.*
*He groaned and looked at the fire, then besides him where he heard it*
*It remained quiet again for a minute, though when it seemed like whatever caused the growl was gone, another voice suddenly filled Mhokdor's mind again. Even though it talked orcish, its voice sounded hoarse and angry - nearly as if it might as well could've been a wolf barking if it were not that Mhokdor could not actually understand what it was saying.*
Revered spirits? *He looked back into the fire, he seemed puzzled, his main hand twitching, fearing there might be a worg prowling behind him.*
"WHO ARE YOU TO SUMMON SPIRITS, GREENHIDE?! WHY DO YOU SO CRAVE FOR ADVICE FOR THIS FERALEYE?!"
*The whole of Mhokdor shook and he nearly fell back and crawled away from the fire, his voice trembled afraid he had summoned a darker being*
He was a highly revered orc, and his tribe fights over his ceremony, if done wrong it could make his spirit haunt the realms or worse, I beg for guidance, spirits.
*It felt as if Mhokdor felt a pair of eyes boring into his back. When he would peer over his shoulder, however, he would see nothing but the darkness of the night. Looking back into the fire, the voice continued.*
"WHAT WOULD A GREENHIDE KNOW OF THE FLESHLESS ONES?! WHAT IS IT THIS PACK FIGHTS OVER?! IS THE FLESH OF HIS CARCASS NOT ENOUGH TO FEED THE WHELPS?!"
*Mhokdor sounded humble, he looked strong again and stood up.*
They fight over the method of how to treat the remains of Feraleye, the humans burned his body, all we have is a few bones, his old colours and head. We wish to treat them the best we can but our ways are too different, the cubs just w-
*Even before Mhokdor could complete his sentence, the voice started barking out loud for what seemed a minute. Though just when it felt as if Mhokdor's ears would snap due to the intensity of the sound, it stopped and continued talking.*
*Mhokdor began to shake lightly, keeping his eyes in the fire to show the spirit he was not afraid*
"DISSENTION AMONG THE PACK! THIS WILL HAPPEN WITH NO ALPHA! NO ENTITY! GREENHIDES PRETENDING THEY ARE WOLVES!"
*A loud growl abruptly ended the voice's sentence before it continued talking again.*
"HAVE THEY BECOME SPINELESS?! STOLEN FROM THEIR WILL?! WHY WORRY FOR THOSE THAT ALREADY JOINED THE FLESHLESS ONES?!"
Because the spirit lives on, we must honour it....
The spirits would be insulted should we forget them, Feraleye's pack needs your wisdom and guidance, as the orcs always had.
*As if angered by Mhokdor's words, the voice continues putting pressure on Mhokdor's head just by screaming the words.* "IT IS ONE WITH THE WILD! IT WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE TIME HAS COME!"
"IF THEY SO SEEK TO HONOUR THE ONES SOON FORGOTTEN, THEY SO WILL BY ACTIONS! WORTHY PRAISE! FELL DEEDS! NOT THE REVERING OF ASHES AND DUST!"
"TAKE ITS HEAD! LOOK IT INTO THE EYES! SEE WHAT STORY IT TELLS! ONLY THEN YOU WILL KNOW THE WILL OF THE ALPHA!"
*He looked around him, making sure that there is nothing*
You said it will not leave, it is still in the realm of the living, revered spirit?
What do you mean by "Look into the eyes" spirit?... They are dead, lifeless, they can tell me nothing more than their colour and the wrinkles of grief or anger.
*In response to Mhokdor's words, it was as if the voice both barked and yelled at the same time as it pounded the next words into Mhokdor's head.* "SIEGE! SIEGE! SIEGE! CLUELESS GREENHIDES! THE FLESHLESS ONE IS NOT WITHOUT FLESH!  BESIEGED WITHIN THE FLESH!"
"THE GREENHIDE THINKS TOO MUCH! THE EYES SAY YES! ACCEPT! EMBRACE DEATH! A WARRIOR'S DEATH! BUT IT CANNOT!"
It is still within the head? Feraleye's spirit remains inside?
"FOOL GREENHIDE! WOLVES ENJOY FEASTING ON STEAMING FLESH! NOT THE COLD AIR OF THE DEAD!"
*He peers into the fire, obviously trying to puzzle together what the spirit means to say* Feraleye's body and spirit.... Were eaten?... Consumed?
*As if content with Mhokdor's guessing, the voice laughed in a shrewd-like manner and continued* "THAT IS THE WAY OF THE HUNT! THE WORLD IN ITS TRUE FORM! IT FEEDS AND IT TAKES!"
But if he was consumed by another entirely, then his spirit must be inside it aswell... What ate it, spirit?
"IT ATE WHAT IT WAS! LIKE A PACK TAKES OF ITS OWN IN TIMES OF NEED! DO NOT WASTE THE HUNT OF THE NIGHT WITH SUCH FOOLISH QUESTION!"
*His voice shows that it becomes impatient, yet he does best at sounding humble* Where does the spirit of Kozgugore Feraleye reside, spirit? In the body of the worg or woman with him, or another?
"FOOL GREENHIDE! BESIEGED IN THE WILDLIFE! IN DREAMS OF THE ENDLESS HUNT! THERE WHERE A WOLF ALWAYS IS!"
It's spirit is still here, in the wilds, consumed by another?
*In response to this, the voice started growling and barking aloud again. Along with this came the tormenting feeling as if something was locking Mhokdor's head tight, like the bite of an enormous dog.*
*Mhokdor put his hand on the side of the hand, holding himself on his knee with the other* Spirit! Please! I do not understand! Ngh... Feraleye, where can I find him?!
*As if answering Mhokdor's stubbornness with an equal amount of stubbornness, the lock on his head tightens like a clam.* "THE EYES! IN THE ENTITY OF THE PACK! THE WOLF ITSELF! IF YOU SEEK NOT TO END AS ITS PREY TONIGHT, STOP ASKING UNSEEMLY QUESTIONS!"
*He groaned and fell to the ground, placing both hands on his head in an attempt to remove the pressure, he yelled loud enough to have Garadar hear him*
NGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
*As sudden as the lock started, as sudden it ended while the constant pressure on Mhokdor's head would disappear with the wind.*
*Mhokdor took his hands from his head and put one foot under him again, staring into the fire again, his face covered in mud and ashes from the fire, he waited for the spirit to speak*
*With the passing of the last signals of pain, so too seemed the wind to pass on the last message, that was more like a silent whisper in a breeze than the thunderstorm it was before; though still the same hoarse voice spoke.* "To home. To our pride. To Durotar."
He watched the wind blowing the runes from the sands and the fire out, he utters* Home and pride... It will be done...  Spirit....
*He carefully got up, knowing it was over and kicked the last remnants of the runes away, he then walked back to the settlement and saluted the guards, he entered the main structure and lied down on one of the blankets, rubbing his head and repeating the words*

It must not be burned…

((Written in a RP-ish way, not like you usually see, but heck, stories aren't my strongest side when they involve other people's writing  Koz can claim half the story ^^ ))

[Ugluhk]

(( wall of text critting for 138513897519375137561983918375613065135018 crushing damage.

anyways, nicley written. although Uglûhk wont agree with you untill I hear the spirits (why them? I should've asked the Ancestors) say it themselves. ))

[Mhokdor Spinesnapper]

((I may have messed up the ancestor-spirit thing....  ))

[Claws]

Nice yarn Mhokdor / Koz.

So Koz is still out there waiting. 

((You messed nothing up it is yours)).

[Ugluhk]

(( indeed, it is your own choice, I just said what I would've done. ))