High Orcs
10-01-2004, 22:05
Dorin the Darkweaver stepped through the halls of the Imperial Palace in the Capitol City of Orca, the center of the High Fist Clan. The High Orc is very noble looking with dyed jet black hair. His body, drapped in elaborate robes covered with mystic symbols lost to the anals of time, is well-built, even for how dedicated a wizard he is, one of the most powerful and highest members of the Clan of the Dark Circle.
The High Orcs were a race extinct and erased from period many millenia ago. No trace of their memory in even modern Orcs remain. However, The Orc genepool did not include the sheer strength and fiercity before the High Orcs raised through for the few centuries that they existed. They were easy to spot, and within the clans for several more centuries, they had spread to consume numbers in the tens of millions, which meant that the subversive lesser orcs, and the beings below those, were in the hundreds of millions.
Dorin stepped to the Inner Sanctum of the Orca Imperial Building, where Manus Trebelium, the EnheilRas, in their ancient orcan dialect, stood with his PunRas Delgon and Ignex Max, the DanRas. Manus was the true leader, and the general of all orcish forces. All High Orcs were spared the 'ugliness' that scared the lesser Orcs today, and High Orcs carry with them the strength and stamina of their true brothers, along with the beauty and grace of the elves. Manus was no different, and appeared as most High Orcs did, with fair and noble features with a strong, determined look about them. Black streaks raced across his natural orange hair, which was finely thick, worn long and tasseled. His finely crafted armor, which bears the symbol of the High Fist, and noble clothing mark him out easily. Yet his truly remarkable trait was the aura he exudes of sheer majestic energy that signifies him as the chosen leader of the Orcs.
"Sire," Dorin interrupted. "Raat's Riddle has been answered. We're back in Arda."
Manus stood up, grinning. "Very well. Let us celebrate this day. Send word to the Shrine of Lopnel and the Cave of the Flaming Pit. The High Orcs are ready to mobilize. Delgon, accompany Trabian Riil to the Dark Circle to inform Melkor and the rest of Arda that the ChumRas Orka shall begin again!"
Manus laughed a bit, and traveled outside to Orca with Dorin. The Bells of Triumph rang. The Great Riddler Weaver had been tricked, and Raat's curse affected the High Orcs no longer.
The High Orcs were a race extinct and erased from period many millenia ago. No trace of their memory in even modern Orcs remain. However, The Orc genepool did not include the sheer strength and fiercity before the High Orcs raised through for the few centuries that they existed. They were easy to spot, and within the clans for several more centuries, they had spread to consume numbers in the tens of millions, which meant that the subversive lesser orcs, and the beings below those, were in the hundreds of millions.
Dorin stepped to the Inner Sanctum of the Orca Imperial Building, where Manus Trebelium, the EnheilRas, in their ancient orcan dialect, stood with his PunRas Delgon and Ignex Max, the DanRas. Manus was the true leader, and the general of all orcish forces. All High Orcs were spared the 'ugliness' that scared the lesser Orcs today, and High Orcs carry with them the strength and stamina of their true brothers, along with the beauty and grace of the elves. Manus was no different, and appeared as most High Orcs did, with fair and noble features with a strong, determined look about them. Black streaks raced across his natural orange hair, which was finely thick, worn long and tasseled. His finely crafted armor, which bears the symbol of the High Fist, and noble clothing mark him out easily. Yet his truly remarkable trait was the aura he exudes of sheer majestic energy that signifies him as the chosen leader of the Orcs.
"Sire," Dorin interrupted. "Raat's Riddle has been answered. We're back in Arda."
Manus stood up, grinning. "Very well. Let us celebrate this day. Send word to the Shrine of Lopnel and the Cave of the Flaming Pit. The High Orcs are ready to mobilize. Delgon, accompany Trabian Riil to the Dark Circle to inform Melkor and the rest of Arda that the ChumRas Orka shall begin again!"
Manus laughed a bit, and traveled outside to Orca with Dorin. The Bells of Triumph rang. The Great Riddler Weaver had been tricked, and Raat's curse affected the High Orcs no longer.