RP:Immortalized in stone
Scattered in and around the slime covered, uneven streets are gigantic black pieces of stone that somehow despite the adverse conditions of Gamorg retain an unnatural shine. The stone is possibly very refined black obsidian and perhaps may have been part of some kind of structure; a round plinth which a number of ogres are lounging around on may have been the base. Indeed a broken spike of black obsidian still sticks jaggedly out from the plinth and a number of ogres are sharpening crude weapons on the edges that unusually keep their sharpness after all this time. Perhaps this monolith was part of the original city but now it is simply an anachronistic reminder of what came before the ogre hoard descended upon this land.
A statue of Og the Ogre is here.
Awne bit back a whimper, both from being in this place again, and from the pull his new chaos energy had on her own, pulling and rejecting it; it was going to take getting use to. Sighing she moves forward, ignoring the ogres present, she knew they didn't care for her, but she wasn't here for them; she didn't get to burry her brother, he was laid to rest without discussion with her and her wishes, they would just have to deal with her way of things. Moving forward she begins to lay the flowers out, different colors, different kinds, though her favored blue with strikes of silver she had found and cultivated for Verac were laid as well, stones following in a small pile, smooth and beautiful even a few jewels, chicken feathers, hay, grass, and a small drop of her own blood left on a feather from the roc that was his friend. Kneeling beside it she clasps her hands and offers her quiet prayers.
Trishtar moves towards her and gives a sneer at the ogres, and they seem to actually back away from him with a fear in their eyes. Moving to the feline he kneels with her and says softly so that only she could hear "We could....take the ashes back from this place Awne..."
Awne doesn't look up to him, only speaks in a soft tone "the Sirr Ogrre has them...he...he should have them...he was in as much pain.." she says softly, returning to her prayers again.
Trishtar fought back an urge to go and steal the ashes himself, but calms down now as he offers his own prayers that he have a fulfilling and happy afterlife.
Awne's offered words were much along the same breath, for him to find his way to an afterlife filled with glory and victory, or fun and happiness, and that if the goddess saw fit, for him to be reborn into a family that would love him and teach him well.
Trishtar hoped that maybe...he would be reborn into their own family....oh...Awne would love that should that happe. He prayed now that if that were to happen, that the gddess would give them a sign when and if a new baby was born.
Awne sighs softly as she lowers her hands and looks up to the sky, tears falling again with a sigh, she wasn't ready to move yet, not yet...let the ogres think what they would but this was her way. Shifting forms quickly, sitting still she lets loose low calls "houuuu.." she calls outward to the sky, mournfull calls to the fallen, to let those that might try to stand in their way that the fallen...had a pride.
Trishtar thre his head back and let loose a mournful draconic roar/howl...and let the sound of his mix with that of his wife. To the depths with what the ogres thought....this was their proper way of mourning and he would be damned if they tried to stop them.
Awne gave a few more low calls, before she stood onto her four paws, tail twitched and she let out a mighty roar to give her brothers soul strength, to let him know he was loved and missed, and to declare to the gates that a worthy soul was on his way.
Trishtar did the same as he let loose one final roar that shook the brids from hiding and seemed to even shake the earth. Then, he was quiet and respectful...wondering if he had anything to give...
Awne sat herself back down, shifting back to look to the pile. She missed him...but doing this..it helped. It was some closure, and she felt as though a weight had lifted, he was gone...but he was safe.
Trishtar wrapped an arm around her tightly and kissed her cheek. "His soul is safe now Awne...There is no chance it could have lost it's way after that..." he said in a reassuring manner.
Awne nods her head "he wouldn't lose his way...even without ourr help...but I think he liked knowing we werre herre forr him." she smiles faintly and sighs. SHe could hear the grumbles of the passerbys, how loud they had been. She didn't care..Og would have wanted it this way.
Trishtar shrugged off the words from the others. He feared little now, after witnessing the powers that he now possessed he would rightly fear little. Moving to Awne he wraps his arms around her and says in a kiss to her cheek "Are you ready to go love?"
Gorkall appeared amongst the crowd. A good few green-skins were honoring the newly erected statue of Og that sat firm into the ground amongst the Gamorg streets. Gorkall still donned in his battle attire let his dulled-eyes admired the new piece of artwork. In his hand he held tight a violet Urn that held the ashes of his deceased best friend. He took note of Awne and Trishtar and the litter they had surely provided but he would offer them no words. He wasn't in the mood for any kind of confrontation after last night. He only wished he had Og back.
Awne shakes her head to him, turning to look up to the statue, it didn't do him justice. It didn't say anything about his sweet nature..how good he was with kids, how much he liked looking over her shoulder to the books she'd read to him, his appitite when it came to his meals. the thought made her smile, she loved cooking for him, he always needed big helpings but he always seemed to love it. She sighs softly "I miss you.." she says softly to the statue.
Trishtar takes Awne by the hand and gives it a soft gentle squeeze "Love....I can make a statue of him back at the house...It will be okay." It was as if he could read her thoughts now, though they were only thinking the same thing. "I know you miss him but I can make a statue for him back a our house like I did for you and Kattanos...You can even tell me what you want it to look like and include."
Gorkall stared a blank stare to the statue. It portraited the Ogre as a proud warrior. His four arms flexed into arcs showing off his muscles. It showed him as what he was, an Ogre. Gorkall sighed deeply in pain as his heart pounded against his chest in sorrow. A small goblin that had a chain and lock wrapped around it's throat crawled to Gorkall on all fours in a strange gallop and tugged on the tunic that extended from his platemail and pointed to Trishtar and Awne. "Gork, Gork! Ootsidahs Gork!" The small green skin whispered but Gorkall simply nodded to the goblin and ignored the acknowledgment. Instead he moved closer to the statue and placed the urn at the base of it. The sun reflected a shimmering glare from Og's head. Gorkall whispered lowly. "Immortalized in stone. You proved Aramoth proud, Og. I'll see you soon." He reached up a troll-hide covered hand and ran his finger against the shin of the statue. A deep breath exhaled as he turned to head back to his hut to place the urn.
Awne looked up to the ogre sadly, then back to the statue with a sigh "I don't...think he'd like that Trrish." she says softly "He'd rratherr have his people have a statue to rrememberr his strrength, he was warrrriorr herre Trrish...he was family with us." she moves to the statue, resting her hands gently she calls to the earth, vines sprouting to wrap around the base and draw the items left into their midst to shine and gleam awaly; white lillies bloom around it in his memory, a lone red rose stands proudly; it'd change every season, but there would always be one; a symbol, that there was only one og. She stands, waving her husband away she moves after the ogre king, she wanted to talk to him.
Gorkall had reappeared from inside his hut. The urn no longer with him. He began conversing with a short Orc who was snarling to the Champion and insulting him repeatedly. Gorkall seemed to take the insults lightly and shook his head before ordering the Orc to head to the mines. The short one reluctantly agreed. Gorkall turned ready to approach another subject yet was caught off guard by Awne. His eyes fell down to meet her own as he made no effort to speak with the woman. A blank stare was given as he awaited her inevitable babbling.
Awne said nothing, oddly concidering their past. She simply watches him, moving to him slowly, she holds her hand up slightly, letting him see she had no weapon on her or in her hands. She continued to not say a word, she only held his gaze and continue moving until she was in front of him, it was then she simply hugged him; wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. Let him hur her if he felt the need, but they had both lost someone dear to him, and they...the two of them, knew him best.
Gorkall was taken back by the action and his eyes widened in confusion. But his lips quickly curling into a snarl until he saw Trishtar off in the distance. He didn't wish any trouble on these eve, so he instead placed his hands on Awne's shoulder and pushed her away with a disgusted look on his face.
Awne looked up to him, dull eyes still trying to hold to some form of strength. She takes his hands though off her shoulders, at least attempted, he was stronger afterall "don't..you may not want to show it..but you'rre hurrting as much as I am. We knew him best...he...it may be dilusion..but Oggy...he wouldn't want us to keep fighitng." Her voice broke at the name, having to take a breath to finish her sentence, two tears falling. She wasn't going to beg him like she had before, she knew in her heart, og would have liked it if they could learn to get along.
Gorkall ground his teeth together as he pushed a little harder finally peeling Awne off of him. "Don't use Og's death as some reason to get close to me. Your still just as mean-spirited, racist, and hate filled as the day I met you. Just because someone we were both close to has passed on does not mean, in any way shape or form that I consent to you touching me." Gorkall stepped back from Awne and shook his head to her. "Make your peace with him and leave. I've given you what you wanted last night. Now stay out of this city... Both of you." He cast a glance to Trishtar in the back as well and shook his head as he retreated back into a crowd.
Awne watched him sadly "no." she said simply after him. "Oggy was my brrotherr. You called him the same beforre, I hearrd you. like it orr not..that makes us family." she shakes her head "I don't carre if you hate me..not anymorre..you feel justified by it, you want to hate me and trrish...that's fine...But I will not stop trrying. I'm not a fighterr, and I have been trrying to make amends, but Og was my family. He missed me...even herre with you and his people, he still missed me." she watches him sadly "I'm not using his death, to get any closerr. I tell you what I think he would have wanted. I prrotected you. I trried to keep him therre. My husband defended you. And we did it because it was rright, while yourr people rran." she shakes her head "I say nothing of who is betterr. but it is the trruth."
Gorkall snarled once more and readied to begin in a frenzy on the healer. But he took a moment to gain his calm, the best he could before he turned around to bark at Awne. "I'll be damned if I ever consider you family! Your nothing more than a harbinger of pain! Those were not my people! These are my people! The people of Gamorg, Not the slums of Gualon!" Gorkall clinched his fist and shook his head as he reached up to grab at one of his horns which was causing him pain. "This is ridiculous. You are a damn nuisance nothing more. I've told you husband I would leave you alone, and I simply can't with you on my ass all the damn time! Now I suggest you stop and take your leave before I have an army at your door!" He jerked his hand to raise it at Trishtar. "Let him kill me! I care not, For I will have only the best after both of your heads in the after life. This is supposed to be a resting ground for Og! Not some damned dramatic festival that you seem to wish to turn it into now leave! NOW!" Gorkall gritted his teeth tightly as he slammed his foot into the hard earth below. He was sick of this family, the lot of them. His stomach churned in disgust at the feline and was growing more and more ill at her unstoppable want to befriend him. He hated it, he wanted only to end her life but knew he couldn't while the dragon was still around. He simply couldn't.
Awne watches him calmly "no." she says again; but she doesn't move, clasping her hands in front of her "you don't want family..you don't want carring orr someone to love you orr carre forr you but you had spoken of it when we firrst met. You can't have both..." she says softly, eyes roaming to his horns "You shouldn't pull on those..." she says softly "if they hurrt...take something forr the pain..but let them be..they may be grrowing." She wasn't trying to be a pain, really, she had ever been honest in her want to be friends; and now was no exception, she didn't use her husbands protection to press. She would have even if he wasn't there, "I won't stop though." she says
Trishtar finally stepped forward and cleared his throat, placeing an arm around Awne with a protective Aura around him. The dragon seemed stronger now, even the king would be able to feel it though he would not be able to place his finger on it. "Awne, love. If this person wishes to be alone and have you leave him alone then please...do it. He left us for dead last night, after I risked my life to save him and Og...rushing headfirst to meet him face to face he still left us for dead. We owe him nothing though I would say he owes us yet again...but thats just my thought." He knew very well that what he said could cause a comotion amongst the listeners...that their king was a possible coward for turning away when there was a battle still going on and while he still owed an individual, but that was a chance he would gladly take.
Gorkall shook his head madly at the duo. He raised his hand and made his index and middle finger into a pair of scissors pointing to the both of them. "The both of you. Your worthless, nasty bastards. You do nothing but cause this land more trouble than it needs. We don't want you here. We hate you. Your nothing more than a menace among our society." His eyes shifted down to Awne. "Listen to that damned husband of yours! Leave!" He gritted his teeth as his blood began to boil. What he had hoped to be a simply visit of peace to his brother became another mindless feud. "I have all the love I need! I have everything I need, I don't need a god damn kitty pet among my life!" He then turned to Trishtar and snarled, his teeth breaking into a chatter. "And you! You filthy swine, If you didn't have your god damn magic I would of laid you in the ground long ago! In fact if you ever decide to be a man of honor and leave your magic at bay. I would gladly have a fight with you till the death. Even if you were in full dragon form! Because without your stupid smoke and mirrors you are nothing more than a heartless bastard who's mind is sealed by the outrageously annoying wife!" His voice boomed as the fellow green-skins of Gamorg began to circle around Awne and Trishtar each of them snarling and hissing to the duo. A riot was ready to begin and Gorkall would not intervene on this day. The Behemoth slammed his right hand against his chest plate, a loud bang making itself now in consequence. "I thought we had an understand, Dragon! That everything is not what it seems! Yet here you are. Standing beside that god damn Bogart without any regard for my people! Og had died! I wasn't going to risk my life before giving my brother a proper burial! I didn't tell you to fight the damn being! In fact I didn't tell any of you to come to Gualon for my fight in the first place! Your stalking me god damn it and I don't know why! And if an end doesn't come to it, So help me I will burn sage and all of your loved ones to the ground! Even in the after life!" Cheers rang out among the civilians of Gamorg. Many of the blood-thirsty green skins cheering on their leader in high hopes of assaulting the Sage. Gorkall paid them little mind as he stood in a rage before Awne and Trishtar. His heart beat against his chest heavily as he thought of ending both of the bastards life's. He hated them. He hated them more than anything else, more than any human, more than any elf. Anything. He wanted to stop their breathing and hand each of them by their feet from a tree with a bucket beneath; Their heads placed inside from where he would slit their throat and let them bathe in their own blood. He couldn't stand it. He didn't ask for this punishment, He didn't ask for Awne nor Trishtar yet they were always here. They were always bugging him. He tried to follow Trishtars warnings and leave his wife alone yet here he was witnessing her audacity and still he stood by her side agging on the Ogre. He didn't know what to do. So he simply stood, battle ready as Gamorg chimed in war crys.
Awne didn't move, she didn't care. She had yet to raise her voice, held little emotion within it; he needed something. she wasn't sure what but she thought...he needed something. Not everyone is good. he kept telling her that, her eyes trail over the black mark that still marred her inner wrist, a reminder of her fallen lord and the lesson he had taught her along with her husband; there was good in everyone, they just needed something to bring it out. He could have ignored her, ignored her existance, ignored her words, held little care for her, but he always..always spoke up. She looks back to the ogre "why do you rrise." she asks softly, "you hate me...you carre nothing forr my life orr worrds..but you rrise in angerr anyway..you could ignorre me until I gave up, but you speak up...so why?" she's quiet a moment, looking up to the dragon "he doesn't owe anything Trrish. It's always been my fault he doesn't like me, my fault I don't stay away orr keep quiet..I just can't stop myself."
Trishtar looks to the Ogre and could feel the rage radiating from him and the crowd though was undaunted by them all. "Look...Sir. I do nothing to control my wife. All I can do is request that she leave you alone. If she does not listen there is nothing I can do about that. I do not agree with this but we are -not- here to stalk you. All we came to do was pay our respects and be on our way. Og had died, yes. But a little help for one who was trying to help would have been...ammicable at the least. At least I wouldnt think of you as a coward. Fortunately...I dont need my water magic to defeat you. Though I refuse to waist any more effort to try and get it through your thick skull that it is not -my- intention to make you irritated and bloodthirsty. Your a miserable person who only commands respect.,..and doesnt earn it. If you want someone to be mad at, be mad at me. My wife has done nothing but try and be nice to you and if you so much as threaten her again I swear on my home-land...I will end your life immediately. Do you understand me, Ogre King." It was not a request, it was a demand for him to be answered. "Regardless of how much she annoys you, she has only -ever- tried to be nice. -That- is why I stand by her side. All she ever does, is love. Which is more than -anyone- can say about you. All you do is fight, and hate...and mourn. That is -all- you have ever shown us."
Gorkall snickered at Trishtars remarks. The Ogre spitting in his direction. "Yeah, Your pet was real nice when she was a complete racist to my kind the evening I met her!" He shook his head as it pulsed from pain. But it then donned on him that Awne was right. He was showing some kind of emotion towards her by growing angry. Yet he didn't care for her; at all. So he took her advice took a deep breath and simply shook his head. "This is your final warning, Dragon, Kitten. Leave Gamorg. Else find your home a smoldering pile of ash."
Awne watched him, she had moved much since he had walked away, she got under his skin. something told her she'd likely be there a long time, even without trying. Her right hand moved, holding out in front of her, a ball of light rising to hover; the glow is strong and when it fades there's a vial in it of light purple liquid; She tosses it to him "forr the pain..it's thyme and poppy seeds.." she says "Og neverr got a chance to use that vial I gave you last time...you have two of them now. You may hate me, but I've neverr hated you orr yourr people; and I will heal you..orr them..even if you had to make it look like a thrreat to prrotect yourrself." she looks over to the statue sadly, her ears lowering as a another wave of pain washes through her "we can go.." she says softly.
Trishtar nods his head. Thank the goddes for that, though he had one last bit to address. "true she may have said something racist, but her intention was anything but. If you ever set foot in Sage, I will see to it you never make it back. You stay out of Sage, I will stay out of Gamorg. I swear that, but I -will- know if you have set even one toe inside the sage or Kelay border. I promise you that Ogre." He holds Awne close as the chaos energies start to swirl around them, crackling every so often with a purple light. "Have fun in your lonely, loveless life." And with that, the energies would make them vanish...back top their home in the Sage Forest.
Gorkall chuckled as the two left. His people looking to him before bursting into laughter on their own. The Champion throwing his hands into the air and shouting. "Let the cowards run! Our time will come! Remember their faces! Outlaws of Gamorg! Burn them at the stake if you see them in our lands!" The crowd cheered as Gorkall snickered once more at Trishtars last remark. "Loveless. He has no idea." It was at this point that the Ogre turned to leave his people in praise in order to find his love; Iktomi.