RP:Said goodbye, to my best friend

Broken Monolith 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.

Gorkall stood silent beneath the great Hollow moon. The entire cities population surrounded him in a great circle. In the middle of all of the green-skins was a large bed made of sticks. Atop of that bed, lay Og. The greatest Ogre defender to ever grace the lands of Hollow. He lay perfectly still and his flesh had turned a pale lime as the chill of the fall night surrounded the entire lot. Gorkall stood out from the rest of his people. The battered warrior stood firm with his hands placed in one another as his dulled-gaze remained settled onto his fallen brother. A few moments would pass before the Ogre would offer a coy nod. Two trolls wielding torches would move to the large pile and placed the burning ends out to touch the cremation bed. The fire would slowly catch and spread around the pile closing off Og from the rest of his people. Children began to cry, woman as well. All of the men from the tribe tried their best to hide their tears and kept their heads down in respect. Gorkall remained vigilant and swallowed deeply. His gaze never leaving Og's face as the fire crackled in the night. The deceased's face glowing lightly from the fire as embers levitated into the night sky. Gorkall's heart was heavy with sorrow and he began to wonder if there would be a day that he could feel happiness again. For now, all hope seemed lost. As the city of Gamorg wept for their fallen brother. The Champion King-to-be kept his composure and simply stared as an outsider halfling began to slowly run his bow across the strings of a rather low tune viola. The sounds of the music swaying through the air as people remember Og, A hero of Hollow.

Awne had followed , stumbling and hardly able to see straight from the lack of energy in her body, the only thing that kept her going was og, getting back back, so that he could finally come home to their family plot. The smoke, the smell of fire brought her back, gave her a sense of energy as she gasped and ran forward; the people gathered, the light...Og.. "no!!" she screamed, pushing through them, desperate to get her brother back, "No!! Oggy!!" she screamed, breaking through, she was barely thinking right, only wanting to get him back; She didn't care for thought, she just wanted him home, she'd likely throw herself to the fire just to stop it "Oggy!!" she screamed, tears falling.

Iktomi pushed through the crowd and came to stand behind Gorkall, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't say a word nor was a glace given to Awne. They were both here for the same thing and giving Og thier respect was enough to set thier odds to the side. Iktomi wanted so much to reach out and touch her master, to let him know it would be alright, but she doesn't know him enough to know the boundries. She whispers, and her voice carries on the wind, "Og, you truely are a hero. May your spirit remain with all of us here and may it guide Gorkall, King of Gamorg." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and stopping her falling tears.

Gorkall and the entire city of green-skins did not allow any movement at the approach of two outsiders. Instead the young and women continued to sob, the men kept their respects and Gorkall above all remained a man of silence. Even though Awne had rudely busted into the area making an ass of herself and the ceremony the Champion did not allow his gaze to be broken. Even with the approach of his brain-washed love interest he kept still. In his mind, neither of the felines existed. It was only himself, his city and above all else, His brother. A cool breeze swept over Gamorg and Gorkall blinked slowly as the wind rushed over his body. The fire had spread further across the pallet and was turning Og into ash. The smell of the Ogre's flesh burning was disgusting but none of the green-skins seemed to mind. The halfling continued his tune and the howl of a lone wolf was heard over the horizon.

Awne fell to her knees, she didn't know what to do..his body was too far gone..the ogre king had stolen him twice...prevented her goodbyes..and spit on her relationship with her brother just by doing this. Wide eyed and crying she wailed in agony, her vocal cords shifting to those used of her feral self, a load mournful roar errupting into the sky, long and anguish; she didn't care what they thought. He wasn't theirs, he wasn't their anything, he was hers...her brother...she took him in, gave him a home and a loving family; her children loved playing with him she loved reading to him, teaching him things...he missed her..he told her that, at least he had told her that... Her roars continue again, and again before the quiet again into sobbing; her shoulders shaking. shaking hands clasp before her "goddess...accept my brrotherr...he knew him betterr than any...strrong...carring...prrotective...my oggy...keep him safe..." she looks up to the pyre again "oggy...I miss you...I missed you everry day you werre gone...and now I couldn't take you home.."

Iktomi shook her head and just stood there. She remained quiet, wishing the house cat would just hush. But, Iktomi holds her tongue and reaches out and touches Gorkall softly, letthing him know that she is there for him.

Gorkall remained still until the flames had finally engulfed and burned Og's body. The only remains of the once great Ogre was his ashes. Another nod was given as he jerked away from the touch of Iktomi and moved towards the ash pile. At his nod the cities people began to disperse and the torch bearers moved to dispel the flame and gather the ashes of Og into a vase. Gorkall surveyed the land and thought deeply of how they would erect the statue of Og. The King still not worried about the two felines as he reached up and scratched the base of his horn.

Awne watched weakly, when the fires were extinguished she stood unsteadily, moving to him where she grabs onto his clothing, weakly; She turns her water eyes to him, clearer sapphire from the crying "please....please let me have his ashes...he's my brrotherr...you took him frrom me...you ...you kept him frrom looking to me...but he...he missed me." she looks to him sadly, ears lowered to her hair, tears following again "please...you stole his body frrom me..he's my brrotherr, let me take him home..please." she begged him, her other hand grabs his clothing as well, "please.." she asks again "please...you didn't let me say goodbye to him...he's my brrotherr..please.."

Iktomi steps up and looks to Awne, and speaks in a quiet voice, "Let it rest. You are never going to get them. Gorkall and the others will not allow it. Let him remain here in his home where he will be honored. Think, what would Og want?" She turned and moved away, moving to a stone and leans against it, letthing Gorkall have his time. But she will be near if she was needed, until then, she waited and hoped her words meant something to Awne for once.

Gorkall ignored the cries of the white feline as she tugged at the tunic that fell from beneath his armor. He held his hands out and took the vase from the troll. He held the vase from the front of his face examining it. The halfling had finished a longing chord on his instrument and nodded to the green-skins before taking his leave back east. The Ogre finally turned his gaze to the healer and handed the vase down to her. Once it was placed in her hand he reached out and took another vase that held the same amount of ashes inside of it. His gaze tilted up to the sky above. "I never kept Og from seeing you. I didn't steal him. You let him come back to his people. You heard him the day I arrived. He admitted to missing the ways of an Ogre. He fought for Aramoth, he died for Aramoth. You have what you came for and I've even allowed it to pass with you acting and ass among my people during a deceased funeral." Gorkall resisted the urge to remark on ripping her tongue out and instead walked over to Iktomi and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. A deep sigh given as he nodded to his hut just south of the burning pit. "I could use some comfort about now. It's been a rough day... You're staying with me tonight." He would push on her shoulder lightly to direct her to the hut and even chuckle lightly as he gives her a playful slap on the ass. He was trying to lighten himself up but the mood simply wasn't to be had after he just watched his best friend burn. He looked back to Awne and nodded to the east. "I believe you know your way in and out of here..."

Awne took the vase, hands shaking as she looked up to him in shock; she hadn't thought...she hugged the vase close "Oggy...I missed you my frriend..." she whispers softly kneeling down to hug it close to her "I'm sorrrry Oggy..." she says softly "I'm sorrrry I couldn't save you...please find peace my frriend...I love you...I miss you..." she chokes on a sob, light bubbles appearing from the ground around her gathering around her to take her away "Oggy...my oggy...I'm sorrrry..." she says softly to the wind before she vanishes.

Iktomi sighs and nods her head, "As you wish." She smiled some and wrapped her arm around Gorkall as best she could, "It was very honorable for you to give her half. Og would have liked that." She rested her head against him as she walked, her heart calm for the first time tonight.

Gorkall didn't speak but instead offered a force smile as he traveled with Iktomi into the sanctuary of his hut.