Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

From here, the Prophecies would bend and warp, shrivel and die, as a new meaning to existence was born. Thorok rushed from the Chieftan's Hut with spear in hand, as the gathering people cried and shouted in horror upon what came towards them from the northwest. @thrashnald , riding atop of @dragon . 

He came with quietness, as the world was silent, except for the roar emitted from Rag'Novok. Within Thorok's eyes came a blur, as he stared to the oncoming warrior, his spear loosened from his grip, his eyes widened, mouth opened wide, arms hanging and growing weak within his legs. This cannot be. Those were the only words that traveled through Thorok's head as he continued to watch a silent God glide towards them.

The warriors readied themselves, as they had faith in their number against Rag'Novok. @rev readied his shields, hurling them to all of the ground troops that chose shield over sword, pounding mightily upon the outside forge on raw iron to craft decent shields in the small amount of time he had, while @zash readied his archers, lining them all around the stronghold of Falkreath.

@koldron readied the Shamans as @hyydra was nowhere to be seen at this time, @zeef tending to the trolls as best as she could with the fear of the dragon and Thrashnald stirring within her. @orflagom was seen roaring out his commands, bears by his side as he sprinted to the barracks, where @talmoond would be seen amongst the other half of warriors pouring from the underground sanctum with shield and arrow, ready for whatever hellfire Thrashnald was about to unleash upon them. @kutlag Marched his way forth from the Entryway, stepping into the threshold of his sacred home to witness what was occurring with fearing eyes, standing there with loose arms and horror in his soul.

"What shall we do!?"

"Hold your ground, remember the All-Maker!!!"

"It is Rag'Novok!!!"

"Remember the All-Maker as we stand our ground!!"

"We must run!!!!"

"Ready positions!!"

"All-Maker!!!"

"Rag'Novok!!"

"Thrashnald!!!!"

It blurred down to those three words, drifting through Thorok's head as he continued to stare up to Thrashnald. Even from that distance, he could sense the locked eyes of such a rival, hatred and envy and rage spinning within both of them. As Thrashnald drew closer, his body could be seen relaxed, legs flexed, however, as he held tight onto the dragon's neck, sword heated from the dragon's fire as it left a trail of power through the sky.

Here, here was when Thorok considered giving up. Here was when he imagined the worst to occur. Thrashnald had won. He would become the Chieftan of a broken race, and most likely extinct after Thrashnald claimed his revenge. There was nothing to derive them. Nothing to stop their hatred. Nothing to dist- 

It was then Thorok was truly shocked, pupils dilating and mouth parting, where a chill ran down his spine. From there, Thorok snapped back into reality, staring down to the necklace he held around his neck, ripping it off as he dashed forth to the entryway. His hands glowed to the forearms downward to his hands green, charging his spells as he whipped the stone walls away from the entryway. From there, he dashed around Falkreath's borders, sprinting towards the back of it, where the Chieftan's hut would be. At this point, the dragon circled around Falkreath as Thrashnald delivered his speech.

"Falkreath!! I have returned!! But not in peace, as many hoped! No! My right to Chieftan has been ripped from me, and for this you shall have the dignity and honor as Frok'Nold ripped from yo-"



Suddenly, a massive pillar of stone rose from the ground behind Falkreath. The desolate wastelands of stone, suddenly bringing forth this massive construct. The titan boulder was the size of a hundred mountains, growing from such a standing point as twenty feet above Thorok. Dwarfing the size of Thrashnald and Rag'Novok, sudden surprise and shock were lifted to the minds of the future victors. But the glow, the magic that flowed like nectar upwards into the rock, as if an insect to light, Rag'Novok flew forth, roaring mightily once more. "What are you doing!!?" Roared out Thrashnald in anger and surprise to see the sudden betrayal this dragon gave. 

The dragon slammed itself against the rock,growing in size and forming to be that of a titan, but yet, absorbing no stone. The dragon was being morphed and mutated by the sheer magic that coursed through the stone. From there, the claws of the dragon glowed, and as the Titan was the same height of the giant mountain, it gave him the strength to open it. 

From there, Thorok sprinted as fast as he could away from the feet which slammed to the ground, sending a massive current which threw the nearby ground along with Thorok tens of feet away. The dragon roared out mightily as it continued to pry open the giant wall, when suddenly, the mighty humming of magic, the sound of a hundred choirs in chant, was unleashed, sending the massive mountain halves in either direction, stretching far and wide, to the point where it seemed infinite in the eyes of the simple tribal members. Through the golden glowing portal... home could be seen.

The skies proved another shade as well dimension, the land was a separate soil, the formations of the earth were different. From there, all three, Rag'Novok, Thrashnald, and Thorok, along with the tribe, all stared in awe at the portal, standing as tall as past the sky and the atmosphere. From there, suddenly, the mountain halves cut apart to form quarters, sending forth two quarters towards the inhabited land, making Thrashnald and Rag'Novok roar mightily in shock as they were suddenly consumed and ignited into golden ash by the portal. This followed with the stone, and the air glowed, and Thorok was the next to be consumed. Then the people. Then the Stone Plains, stretching so far as to end at the Jungle of Kardeth's consumption. From there, the mighty, massive light construct hummed and glowed with mighty power.

And with sudden recognition that its duty was fulfilled, the mountain quarters suddenly with a Godly speed sprinted into each other at the beginning of the portal's formation, a click heard as stone collided with stone, emitting a golden, massive explosion and the stone becoming solid once more, giving off a blinding light before it would die down, and nothing would be anymore. The very land which Falkreath was upon, the Stone Plains, the Jungle of Kardeth... all was gone.


(OOC Time:
Ahem, hello there, yes, it's me. This indeed is what it's guessed at: A departure, a farewell from the community with one triumphant goodbye. Don't worry about Thorok, Thrashnald [where I'm not quite sure why you would be] and Rag'Novok, as well the Frok'Nold, they are safe, with me. I must say, I'm quite happy with who I've met here, and am content with the fact you've been reading this far as to read this farewell. I take pride in the fact I've attracted such amazing and delightful members such as yourself to read my writings, and I truly appreciate your time to read this saddening, but hopeful, farewell. You see, they were teleported, which means with the right magic they could always come back. But I'm not referring to spells of the sort, nor am I of the magic characters can find. I'm referring to the magic you've given to me, that of the enjoyment I've felt coming from your comprehension of my writing. We felt happy together, we felt sad together. We've felt anger and intensity together! And yet, we've stuck it out to the end, and from there, maybe the Frok'Nold shall return to this realm, perhaps not. That is all but a mystery, and I just relish the mysteries of our worlds. So now, pay attention to Isra, to Gauldin, to Asgeir. But more importantly, and most: Pay attention to one another. Adventures are crafted with the alliance of amazing people like yourselves, I have the honor to give you this message, and I am still once again proud to consider you one of my fans, for as soft as I can put that.


I  thank you, Admin , for giving me this opportunity. It truly is of highest honors to have been part of this. However, I have one small favor to ask. The Jungle of Kardeth, The Stone Plains, and Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement, all to be sent to the history file. If you wish to delete the other two, that is fine, but I would kindly give you my supplication to let this exist. It was fun while it lasted, I can say that much. 

I want to thank Alden Marshal , Moonflower Làidir , Empress Naoki , Cyronin the Blue , Konan , Goraia , Grandma , Jun of the Celadine , Andraste Ruana, and Doobie du Shoobie for all conversing with me. It truly was the highest of pleasures, even through rugged times that might still exist, that I've had to meet you folk and run with you in this time I've had. I truly hope you all stay around for some while still, even with my departure. After all, Admin has put a lot of work into this, hasn't she?

Once again, thank you all for being here with me, I've had moments I'll never forget here.


All-Maker Guide you.)