The Anecdotes of
the Awakening of the Ancients
Part II

(18 apr 2005)
Chapter 7
The Great Green God

Slowly, Targon opened his eyes and adjusted to the returning of the light of this world. The dim shapes beyond the thick smoke of the ritual fire leaned in closer to him. Targon rose before the warriors of the herd and pointed west toward the southern peaks of the Wyrm Spine Mountains.

“There! In the mountains of the Unthinking-Ones. There it is that we must go. There it is that we must fight. The Mass gathers. The Rage rises. Soon our lands will be overrun with the Unthinking-Ones. This I have seen. The Shaper has shown it. And now I speak it.”

As he bent his head in rest, the horns of the Speaker-of-the-Law lowered, as if pointing the way for the herd. Nachalanz now entered the sacred circle and raised his axe in command.

"The Unthinking Ones march upon us! We march to meet them! Great is the strength of the Nation of Magwa! Great is the strength of the Warherd of Nachalanz! Orc and Gah-blin are not to be feared, for are we not strong? We are strong! For the Shaper has made us strong! On Sun-rise the blood of the Orc and Gah-blin will wet out blade and wet our horn! We shall dance upon their bones and feast upon their flesh!"

A great roar broke the midnight sky like a thunderclap. Chanting ensued as the warriors began their tasks to prepare for battlemarch. Nachalanz reached out and snagged an Ungor by its short, snaggled horn.

“You! You and a few others. Take some boars and ride North to the Foul Woods to the camp of my brother, Chingagkchook and tell him to drive West to the ends of the Stinking Swamp. And you!” A stunned Ungor froze in the gaze of his Wargor. “You take others on boarback. Follow this one, and continue on to the camp of Ungkus, and tell him he must get as close to the Wyrm Spin as he can, sending raiders to our aid at first-light. Go!”

Nachalanz shoved the Ungor by the horn and sneered at his fellow who took off into the dark after the other to complete their charge. Nachalanz took a moment to look at the night sky and breath in the powerful moon-air. He would need great strength.

“Yes, Speaker-of-the-Law, what do you have for me now?” Sensing the shaman behind him, the Wargor turned to face him.

“My lord, there is more you must know. Dire omens were shown me.” The Shaman’s voice was low, disturbed by terrible burden.

“Then speak it,” Nachalanz commanded.

" There were two great beings in my vision. Great Green Gods, the Gods of the Unthinking-Ones. They struggled against The Shaper. The Mud-One wrapped around them, they could not cause him great harm, but yet also, he was unable to escape them and they were blind to the damage he wrecked upon them. They hold him now, and my vision of this world is still dim."

Nachalanz was still for many moments. “What the shaper shapes is not for me to see, nor can it be easily understood. But our path is clear, whatever the outcome. We march for the Wyrm Spine.”

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