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This is where the chronicles of our Clan Leader, Torgol Mordok, begin. The Gathering section of the lore will be about the formation of the clan and the massing of power. |
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"Damn you, Mordok!" Kyellan Na'Tishana shouted into the forest. The troll had disappeared among the trees again. "I swear I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do!"
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Torgol Mordok limped home as quickly as he could with the slash from the human's blade in his leg. His own green blood was running down his leg, and he couldn't do anything to stop it until he had a moment that he could cease his retreat and actually work some magic.
He came to a small clearing; stopped and looked around. Apparently his invisibility spell had worked perfectly, because the human was nowhere to be seen. Growling under his breath, he held his twisted, knobby fingers over the wound and began to chant:
"gam barod kha'lai, khado ja'deh."
Instantly, the wound closed. He sighed with relief. Every encounter he had with that blasted self-termed "paladin" was worse than the last. He was no "knight of honor", he was just a damned troll hunter.
He stopped as he heard someone approaching. Instantly, he went into defensive mode, his mind searching for an attack essence that he might be able to combine on the fly, if need be. He didn't like using magic for offense (too icky) but the human had broken his quarterstaff, leaving him defenseless. Well, almost.
A huge, hulking figure came out of the trees. Torgol sighed with relief as he saw that it was another troll. This troll was big, though... and Torgol wasn't exactly up to standard for his kind. Torgol was only approximately 6 feet tall, whereas this brute was nearly 7 feet tall. Torgol looked up at this monstrosity with a keen interest.
"khameh'jo?" Torgol asked by way of polite conversation.
The other troll looked at him. Though the body was huge and powerful, the eyes were somewhat dim. He carried a large bone club in one hand, the other hand open for an extra attack now and then.
"khakh jungeh," the brute replied. "nikhe."
Suddenly, the strange symbol that Torgol had borne all his life on his left shoulder began to burn. It felt as though it were trying to tell him something. Whatever it was, it must have been important. He felt a sudden sense of importance... and enlightenment.
He leaned down and picked up a handful of leaves, which he then proceeded to toss onto the huge troll standing before him. While the brute was confused, Torgol began to chant words that he had never heard, nor could he ever pronounce by himself. There was some magic afoot here, and magic that he didn't understand.
There was a pop in the air. When the leaves finished falling, the huge troll's eyes had a glint of understanding in them.
"jakha toh majeh?" Torgol asked.
"Durgrim Bludbath," the brute responded.
Torgol grinned. He had a new sense now, a sense that maybe he was meant to achieve something after all. He placed his hand on Durgrim's arm, and there, burned now for all time, on him and his bloodline, was the symbol of Clan Mordok.
"khajameh, Bludbath," Torgol said quietly. "khajameh."
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gam barod kha'lai, khado ja'deh = by the blood of life, heal this wound (approx.)
khameh'jo? = what do you want? (general greeting)
khakh jungeh = I am hunting
nikhe = hungry
jakha toh majeh? = What are you called? (What is your name?)
khajameh = welcome