Rise of the Horde

Arriving inside the commander's tent, Gur'kan lazily leaned back and sat on his chair, as he was truly tired from the journey. His little stunt against Trot'thar backfired at him as his fellow War Chief added spicy marbles on his food which caused him to experience a painful time in answering the number two call of nature.

"I am called Gur'kan, War Chief of the Yohan First Horde, Ikarush..." he paused for a few moments to remember the many positions that he holds. Gur'kan shook his head and just shrugged his shoulders and gave up, trying to remember all the other details that he should utter when introducing himself to others. "So, what do you want to talk about?" he questioned while lazily yawning, as he was too tired.

Ikrah was taken aback by how laid back the leader of their foes was. The skinny orc that was in front of him gave off a vibe that was totally the opposite of what he felt from the warriors that he just saw upon entering their camp. He was not sure how to address Gur'kan and was nervous that he might accidentally commit a mistake and displeased the one who is the leader of such mighty warriors.

"I am called Ikrah, War Chief Gur'kan, and I had come here to talk about a possible peaceful solution between our tribes. I may not hold much sway in my tribe, but I can provide valuable information that you could take advantage of." Ikrah started then clammed his mouth shut to gain a favorable foothold in the negotiation.

"Such as..." Gur'kan lazily replied back as he really doesn't care much about the supposed valuable information that the Skalsser orc holds. He is confident in the capability of the warriors that he is leading. Even without him, the warriors that are present in the camp could easily trample any foe that they would encouter.

"I offer the valuable information for the safety of my tribe and my people. This act of mine might look like that I am a traitor of my tribe, but I will gladly accept being labeled a traitor for as long as I can save the lives of my tribesmen. Avoiding unnecessary bloodshed is all I seek." Ikrah said, then kept silent again.

"You know that the valuable information that you speak of isn't necessary for us to defeat your tribe. You've seen it yourself, the warriors that welcomed you. They are the finest warriors that were honed through the harsh trainings of our chieftain. We are of the Yohan First Horde, Ikarush with the battlecry Rakar'nogar Ugum Ashnarah. As our battle-cry implies, we dare to do things that seemed impossible and not done before. So what makes you think that what you offer is valuable?" Gur'kan stared at Ikrah with cold eyes as he caressed the handle of his blade.

Ikrah reeled back in surprise and almost took a step backward because of the sudden change of the vibe that Gur'kan was emitting. He felt like he just came face to face with a wild predator that he can't win against no matter what. The pressure that he was feeling was so intense as he can't find the will to answer back or utter any word.

Ikrah was starting to regret ever attempting to talk about peace with their visitors and he so regret entering the den of predators. His eyeballs surveyed the surroundings and was trying to find an escape route in case things won't go as he had expected before coming here.

"But! If a peaceful solution is possible... Why not?" Gur'kan shrugged his shoulders and smiled mischievously. "I was just messing with you...ah... Don't be so nervous..." he continued while stretching his limbs before standing up, then approached Ikrah and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry... Bloodshed among our kin is not what we seek nor what our chieftain seeks... He only wants to unite us all and gather all our strength together and fight as one against those who dares to trouble us. So, if the information that you hold is truly valuable and could help us to take your tribe into our fold easier, then you got yourself a deal." Gur'kan offered a hand to their new ally.

Ikrah stood still as the things that he was hearing were what he wanted to hear, but it all came too quick for him. He was overwhelmed by it and he can't utter anymore words because of it.

"I Gur'kan, War Chief of the Yohan First Horde, Ikarush take this oath with my ancestors and the gods above as my witness." Gur'kan uttered as he stared at Ikrah with a serious gaze in order to assure the orc that he won't go back on his words.

"T-t-the tribe is divided. Our current chieftain, Xok'nath Stonetooth assumed control of the tribe in a cowardly way and many of us don't consider and accept him as our leader, including me. We are just waiting for someone to lead us against him. And you and your warriors might be the one that we needed to bring our tribe back to how it was before." Ikrah informed Gur'kan of the situation of his tribe.

They all know it but are just waiting for someone to step out. The Skalsser Tribe is like a huge pile of dried leaves and twigs that just needed a simple fire to be set ablaze. Little did Ikrah know that his tribe was already ablaze.

"If you say is true, perhaps things would end much quicker..." Gur'kan muttered, but his words were cut short by rapid footsteps coming closer and closer. "War Chief, a report from the Verakhs arrived." the warrior outside said as he raised the flaps of Gur'kan's tent.

The orc saluted Gur'kan and handed to him a small scroll which the Verakhs used to send quick reports to the main army. Unfolding the scroll, Gur'kan read its contents and nodded towards the orc, dismissing him.

After the Yurakk went away, Gur'kan glanced at Ikrah, "Your tribe is already fighting amongst themselves, which proves that the information that you said was true. Get back to your tribe quickly and gather those who have the same thoughts as you. Gather them and separate yourselves from the other faction. Now make haste..." he uttered.

Ikrah nodded towards Gur'kan and went out of the tent with the skinny orc close behind him. He whistled to call his steed to him and mounted atop its back quickly.

"Open the gates!" Gur'kan bellowed as those close to him repeated his orders till it reached the ones who were at the gates. Ikrah sprinted out of the camp with the wind as he was in a hurry to inform his father and tribesmen.

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