Battle of the Shattered Stones

Zoghag Gloamlurka stood on an elevated position to the far side of the valley, watching the tides of morruks charging the aelven positions, all being led by Korslug who, now that he was told all of Břřok’s plans, was given the command over the vast morruk legions that flocked under the banner of Marrowcraveaz in the past months. Now that he was admitted to Břřok’s inner circle, Korslug fully embraced his new position within the clan and with that, all the remaining dissent within the clan has subsided. The rot was gone and only a strong and unified clan driven by Břřok's purpose remained. 

It was Korslug’s idea to venture here, to a place he knew was a source of great power, hidden beneath the shadows of the southernmost part of the great mountains that split the land. A perfect place for the next ritual, especially now with the magicks of the land going wild with the eruption of the fiery mountain in the south. He remembered how Břřok knew about the eruption before him. The young boss unnerved Zoghag, he who had so many years of experience. There was something changin' about da boss. He remembered the little runt so long ago, when he arrived to be trained as a swampcalla, away from Gnashmaw. His promise and his sudden departure. He thought him to be too weak then to grasp the secrets of the morruk lore, now he wasn’t so sure. He noticed the changes in him already at the Gloamwater but he didn’t understand. Lon ago, he told him of bonesplitterz, but it was a play, a mockery and a joke, a tactic for da young orruk to succeed. But now, he saw a glint of green waaagh magick flash in the young boss’s eyes. It was him who came up with them rituals, it was him sensin' the shifts of the magick of the land. Though not castin' spells, Zoghag suspected that Břřok now knew more than him, though how that came to be remained a mystery to him. Where was he after leaving him those years ago?!

Upon their arrival, Jawrukk Hunterz reported a large host of the lunineth alevs amassing around the place of power. Finally, a good battle. The pointy eared seemed surprised at first, but rallied quickky and a giant of stone with mask of horns charged the coming orruks. Against such monsterous foe, boyz faltered except for Jawaruk’s hunterz for whom da monstrosity presented a worthy challenge at last. But not just for them. Zoghag despised these aelves. They despoiled da land, forced it into a peaceful submission. Da land was raw and krule, a place where only those cunnin’ and strong enough were to prosper. Those aleves were disturbing Morks’ balance of da land. And he hated them for it and now he had a chance to vent it. He reached deep into the pools of his power and hurled the raw orruk magic forward, forming a colossal Gork-roara. The bull’s charge was stopped and the two magical constructs duelled, the bull failin' to bring the skull down. Then arrived da monsta-killaz, followed by the hordes of orruks, felling the monster down. And though the aleves were shooting volley after volley at Břřok, the boss’s determination proved unfellable, as he shrugged off all the damage and decimated aleven rides. Massacre followed, its star Mordreak who charged them bladelords and with maniacal laughter tore the aelves limb from limb. Soon, the pointy eared fled. Twas a good battle Zoghag smiled. 

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They all stood at da place of power, but Břřok’s eyes, still with the green tint, were focused elsewhere. It was the body of the felled bull. 

“Dis rock be full of magicks Zoghag, we gotta take it, we gotta use it. It be connected to da realm. Ya will use it and with it, you’ll learn to harness da fiery powaagh of da realm. With it, we will tame the magiks of da fiery mountain. With it, we will fuel all them rituals. What say ya?” asked the boss.

“Yes boss, I will. Ya wanna go there now, to da island?”

“No, now,” he paused and jumped on top of the rock to address all the morruks around, “now we go north! We go to retake da swamps!!