RP:The Yellow Xizur
Part of the Vakmatharas' Jar Arc
Summary: Some ogres still have sense while the rest do not. Twins, Urot and Vogut are trying to bury an ogre that did not die a warrior's death and get taunted by Xizur. Their mental state is reversing and declining very rapidly until they are feral. There is some fightin' words, a comical fall and some blood shed.
Gamorg City of Ogres
The legends do not do this location justice. Straddling the dark hills of the Bad Lands is Gamorg the city of Ogres. Many ramshackle huts have been thoughtlessly thrown up onto the landscape by the rough hands of hundreds of ogre's troll's orc's and goblin slaves. There is no other place like this, the air is damp and foul smelling; filled with the stench of hundreds of years of decay and many thousands of tons of troll dung which is used as cement for many of the buildings. Standing defiantly on a hill to the North West is a large spiky rough square structure which is most likely a primitive fortification. Not much can be seen to the east but the smell suggests more trolls. To your infinite surprise in this obscenely foul and ruined place there is civilization the primary species of ogres and orc's appear to be bartering in the street, as well as fighting, arguing drinking swearing and other things too foul to mention, welcome to Gamorg homeland of the Ogres.
Brennia | The city isn’t always calm, but something dark shifts within the minds of the ogres residing in this part of Rynvale has taken hold and taken a few lives thus far. Urot and Vogut are twin brothers, but where one lacks in intelligence the other makes up for and vice versa as far as strength goes. Urot being a warrior while Vogut is a priest or shaman and they are currently attempting to bury one of their own while a sort of organized chaos is taking place around them. There was a bonfire of books going on in front of the tavern while the weapons shop was being looted. The twins sort of communicate in a series of grunts and noises, but the ones they do say can only be assumed that they are arguing about why they are even burying a body in the first place. Urot the warrior comments on the dead ogre between them, “Stupid! ugh… Mmm, good bones. Gr, use to building.” Vogut the shaman responds, “grm… Not stupid.” He points down at the large corpse, “sick, bones are no good.”
Alvina || Xizur was neither shaman or warrior, but a blacksmith who had run the weapons shop before weapons seems too sophisticated. One day he picked up his humongous hammer and when it fell on the axe he'd been making the day previous, it shattered to pieces. If weapons don't survive his strength, why use weapons? It seemed a logical conclusion at the time. Since then, he'd be using his new found 'wisdom' to loot his own weapon shop and smash all weapons therein while various buildings caught embers from the book burning and several mobs had ended up becoming straight corpse piles. Xizur used a previously expensive warhammer's handle to pull a shard of bone from his teeth as he shouted towards the twins burying the body in the streets. He cackled at their simple minded work and lumbered his way towards them like he was the king of this great city. "What doing?" He sneered, lording his superior posture and size over the weaker of the two, Vogut.
Brennia | Yeah, Vogut is smaller and typically smarter, but the blue tinge to his tough skin proves he's of magical decent and usually other ogres know not to mess with the shamans. But everything is different lately and Urot broke his shovel by accident before a loud frustrated grunt, “yeah!! Ugh! What doing, ‘Gut!” Vogut got quiet and those beady little eyes seemed to glow for a second which caused his brother to sort of grunt in cowardice. He was really getting tired of these idiots, through the mental decline Vogut was still able to talk a little more intelligibly, “right thing. Not die honorably.” Those glowing beady eyes fix on Xizur, “you no Warchief!” Waves him away with a hand before going back to his shaman duties of preparing the body. “Dig!” He commanded his brother and Urot resorts to using his hands to dig into the earth since the shovel was useless.
Alvina || Xizur was no warchief, and it's for that reason alone that he keeps pressing the buttons of the brothers before him. Shamans are smart, aye, but they are -weak- and a new era was dawning. "Why you no dig?" He gestures to the ground where his brother's nails are thick with soil now. He approaches Vogut with fire in his eyes, intent to shove the smaller male back with his thick palms and challenge him. Clearly, a stupid move. "Too good dig?" He grunts through a snaggle toothed grin. "Too good work?" Another brush of his palms if he can connect with his shoulders. "Too good fight?" A group of ogres that are stumbling out of the destroyed weapon's shop pile out and observe the two men at odds and start to whoop and holler encouraging curses and grunts with the aspiration of seeing some blood shed. It's all that could hold most of the ogre's attentions now.
Brennia | Urot climbs out of the half grave and stomps over to the attacker after watching him shove his twin causing the shaman to stumble back from the body. By this time he was even with Xizur before the second attempt at his kin and charged a shoulder at him, able to actually go toe to toe with this ogre. Usually able to temper himself Vogut sets those glowing eyes back on Xizur and a firebolt lands from the skies to the side his own brother wasn't on as a warning shot. “You in hole next if you no stop!” Urot was nose to nose with Xizur until instructed by his twin to, “back away, Urot.” For a moment Urot glares dead into Xizur with those heady eyes and slowly backs away, but he does too far and falls into the hole he was digging. Which caused a rouse of laughter from the small crowd watching them.
Alvina || Xizur endures the hit with the shoulder and glances the blow in such a way it causes Urot to hit Xizur's jaw instead. Blood speckles his bottom lip, one of his snaggle teeth is spit into the street between them. Into the hole Urot stumbles into. "You no fight real!" He screams, gesturing to Vogut with a large, stubby index finger. "You make -" Here he grunts at Urot in the hole again " Fight but no do..your own" Ugh all this talking. It's exhausting. Why can't he just put up his fists and crush him like a brittle axe with his mighty brawn!? "We no need books. We no need sha-mens." His eyes burn from exhaustion caused by a night of stupidly looting his own shop. "You not fight, we kill you." He thumbs his fists against his chest and turns toward the crowd, which roars with approval anytime violence is involved. Bolts of lighting where nothing. Magic tricks for weaklings who don't fight fair. "When dead, -I- become warchief. Use bones for -" He squats, like he's about to defecate on the ground below his hulking feet. When he rights himself he cackles like a third grader who's just learned the word 'poop' and waits for them to rise to his official challenge.
Brennia | Vogut doesn't know where their current warchief has gone to, but this caused the smaller ogre to guffaw, “you too stupid. Have nothing. You not even warchief pop heap!” He was growling and his eyes alight once more, but it was right as his bigger twin had charged at Xizur when he summoned something terrible. Something rare for ogres in the priest/shaman line, but all the more terrifying - wrath of the gods. Ice balls hail down with, fire, thunderbolts and lightning striking the pair, but stupidly of all a small meteor lands atop the dead body and the grave between Vogut and the other two. Cautiously the shaman steps around the meteor that is the same height as his six foot self to see if his brother survived.This sends the small group of looters yelling and shouting to scatter throughout the town to destroy even more of their town.
Alvina || Xizur didn't like magic. Thought it was the cowardly way of fighting. Fists are best, was his new philosophy. When the ice balls begin to fall from the sky, he lifts his arms overhead to bare the brunt of the damage. Small welts appear on his arms from the impact, one ice ball shattering on contact to litter his skin with ice shards that sparkle and melt in the lighting that strikes. His eyes widen, showing more dull white than dark iris as his body writhed and hissed in the aftermath. Luckily, ogres are strong against lightning attacks, so the damage is mostly endured by the three hairs that formerly occupied his head. They sizzled and dissolved, like short fuses. He's none the wiser for their disappearance. He also turns to look in the same direction, carrying with him a smug grin and, when he can't immediately see the more brutish brother, he charges toward Vogut with his pointed shoulders aimed for his gut.
Brennia | Vogut is launched off his feet and to his back with the larger ogre atop him, “you no warrior!” blood sputters up through his lips, darkening them with the dark glistening red. He was kicking and punching the best he could on the ground, “you only challenge weaker ogre.” Eventually weaseling his way out from under Xizur he spits in the brute’s face before positioning himself in front of the meteor, back against it as he can hear his brother struggling under the huge space rock. It was warm near it, which meant that it’s hot and he taunts the brute some more in order to get him to charge again, “your name coward! Yellow! You weak one!” He scoffs with a smug look waiting for the opportune time to use this brute strength against him and giving a sort of ‘bring-it-on’ motion with his hands.
Alvina || Xizur isn't smart enough to realize that this is a trap. He's pinned Vogut for a minute, knocked him off his feet. "That how we get stronger!!" He shrieks, on the tail end of the roar before charging again with his shoulder. Same move twice? Not a brilliant chap. His shoulder breaks into the meteor and rolls it away and simultaneously burns his skin immediately and he screams, deafeningly as he hits the ground and roars.
Brennia | Vogut remembers that what this yellow ogre is saying is actually the opposite of their kind, but he still intellectually intact to know that none of them know better given their circumstance. Vogut helps his dazed and burned twin brother up and plans to tend to his wounds later, but right now they need to run out of Gamorg as they are about to be chased out by an angry ogre mob, possibly leaving The Yellow Xizur to lick his wounds on the ground.