7 Transitions 01 - The Orc King by Salvatore R.A

Author:Salvatore, R.A. [Salvatore, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-08-31T18:04:32+00:00

CHAPTER 16

TOOGWIK TUK'S PARADE

T he warriors of Clan Karuck paraded onto the muddy plaza centering a small orc village one

rainy morning, the dreary overcast and pounding rain doing nothing to diminish the glory of their

thunderous march.

"Stand and stomp!" the warriors sang in voices that resonated deeply from their massive half-ogre chests. "Smash and crush! All for the glory of One-eye Gruumsh!"

Yellow pennants flapping in the wind, waves of mud splattering with every coordinated step,

the clan came on in tight and precise formation, their six flags moving, two-by-two, in near per-

fect synchronization. The curious onlookers couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between

the huge half-ogre, half-orcs and the scores of orcs from other tribes that had been swept up into

their wake from the first villages through which Chieftain Grguch had marched.

Only one full-blooded orc marched with Grguch, a young and fiery shaman. Toogwik Tuk

wasted no time as the villagers gathered. He moved out in front as Grguch halted his march.

"We are fresh from victory in the Moonwood!" Toogwik Tuk proclaimed, and every orc along

the eastern reaches of Obould's fledgling kingdom knew well that hated place. Thus, predictably,

a great cheer greeted the news.

"All hail Chieftain Grguch of Clan Karuck!" Toogwik Tuk proclaimed, and that was met with

an uncomfortable pause until he added, "For the glory of King Obould!"

Toogwik Tuk glanced back to Grguch, who nodded his agreement, and the young shaman star-

ted the chant, "Grguch! Obould! Grguch! Obould! Grguch! Grguch! Grguch!"

All of Clan Karuck fell in quickly with the cadence, as did the orcs who had already joined in

with the march, and the villagers' doubts were quickly overwhelmed.

"As Obould before him, Chieftain Grguch will bring the judgment of Gruumsh upon our ene-

mies!" Toogwik Tuk cried, running through the mob and whipping them into frenzy. "The snow retreats, and we advance!" With every glorious proclamation, he took care to add, "For the glory of Obould! By the power of Grguch!"

Toogwik Tuk understood well the weight that had settled on his shoulders. Dnark and Ung-

thol had departed for the west to meet with Obould regarding the new developments, and it fell

squarely upon Toogwik Tuk to facilitate Grguch's determined march to the south. Clan Karuck

alone would not stand against Obould and his thousands, obviously, but if Clan Karuck carried

along with them the orc warriors from the dozen villages lining the Surbrin, their arrival on the

field north of King Bruenor's fortifications would carry great import-enough, so the conspirators

hoped, to coerce the involvement of the army Obould had likely already positioned there.

That sort of rabble rousing had been Toogwik Tuk's signature for years. His rise through the

ranks to become the chief shaman of his tribe-almost all of whom were dead, crushed in the

mysterious, devastating explosion of a mountain ridge north of Keeper's Dale-had been expedi-

ted by precisely that talent. He knew well how to manipulate the emotions of the peasant orcs, to

conflate their present loyalties with what he wanted their loyalties to be. Every time he menti-

oned Obould, he was quick to add the name Grguch. Every time he spoke of Gruumsh, he was

quick to add the name of Grguch.

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