Painting with pigs blood...

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Kugar
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Painting with pigs blood...

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On the walls of the immediate entrance, that leads to the land of the orc horde territory, one may noticed that there is something written there in blood. The remains of a dead pig with its innards hanging out lays beneath the text.
"You will be judged"
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*An orcess stops in front of the marked section of wall, taking the opportunity to rest her heavy satchel on the ground and scratch a bare and filthy leg. Dirty rags spill out of the satchel onto the ground while she runs a stubby finger over the lettering, slowly making out the words.* "Meh beh judged?" *She looks nervously around, casting a backward glance over one shoulder then the other before shrugging and using one of her escaped rags to try and wipe at the words. The orcess bares a few protruding teeth as she frowns at the somewhat smeared but still legible words. She shoves the pig parts into her satchel, letting out a grunt as she hoists it onto her shoulder and with a final anxious look around, the orcess scurries away in the direction of the clan cave.
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Jefferson Gray lays comfortably in an empty coffin, somewhere in the dark crypts that rest beneath the graveyard. The haunting moans of the undead echo the crumbling halls, as he stares blankly at the ceiling, reminiscing of the hostile encounter with the Orcen chief Rugh'toh.

"What an imbecile to think he could challenge me alone, in these blackened halls...
Perhaps I should have ended his life..." He thought, shaking his head with a relaxed sigh. For a moment it seemed he had felt slight regret, though he knew that such a rivalry with the orcs would not have ended so swift, and perhaps he didn't want it to. Since the time of the horde attack, a fiery grudge had arisen within Jefferson. One that wouldn't die so easily.
Lining a finger absently along the diamond scar on his head he whispers few words to himself..


"Orcs of the dar'krest, I sense cold blood in your time...
... Cold blood flows on chieftains plate. It will be mine..."
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With a loud grunt Rugh'toh stumbled out of the dungeons beneath the graveyard. He stared up to the moon and then roared loudly. The blood ran quickly through his veines and each heart beat caused pain - the antidote safed his life, but the pain remained.
The pain was good. It reminded him for his foolishness. His weakness.

"Temple oomies nub hab aneh honorr..." He grunts to himself as to make himself remember that insight he had long time ago.

Then he began to walk back to the human town, but after a few steps he already was running. When he arrived at the arena he heard the voices of human behind the gate. He opened it and stared into the faces of two women.
One of them he knew... she was there.. when the Temple defeated the Orcs, outnumbered the Orcs with the help of magic.
She had to regret. She had to taste her own blood. The Chief draw his swords.

When he was done and the swords of Joxia laid in the waters of the Arena and Rugh passed the gates of the Arena, he thought to himself if he shouldn't turn around and kill her - as they did with the orcs more than a year ago at Eliza's.

The blasphemic and foolish words of Gerron in town a few days ago came to his mind. The story of Nilka and the gate guard about the pig being slaughtered - and the note.

"Hurr... whoo beh judged... da onleh one who can judhge anyone beh da Father!"
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