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[center][h2]Batuul[/h2]
The Matriarch of Orcs, The Slaughterer of Ten Thousand, The Unifier of Fell, The First Warlord, The Only Warlord.

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[b]Type:[/b] Scion

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The seer moved to the gates, clutching his chest as rain hit his cloak, moving with great pain gripping him with each fraction of inch that he had to step. The guards, at first, had refused the pleas of the madman, calling him a farce until he threatened to have judgement set upon them by the Exalted One for refusing an old man’s dying wish to have his words heeded by the lord of the lands he walked upon. Beyond the one set back, the old seer was brought to the lord, leaning heavily on his staff as he finally could speak about his vision.

The lord looked upon the man, uninterested that some seer from the far reaches of his domain to deliver some pointless drivel. His ancestry had gone to him, heeded his words, but they were gone and none of the evil that the seer had predicted then had come to pass. Regardless, the lord would listen for even then he could hear his father urging him to have his future read by the seer, though, he had refused to sit through some divination at the time. At least now, he could have it done in the comforts of his home.

Yet, the seer seemed to forget his place as he did not even bow to the lord, though no mention was made of it for the old one seemed desperate and on an edge that seemed to lead to certain death. It was the words of the Seer that chilled the entire room, breaths becoming visible.

[i]“Here comes the Matriarch of Orcs, she who helped birth the orcs into being and she who felled armies of man on her own. It is she - she who those beasts call their progenitor! She who molded them into the warriors that had once toppled kingdoms and empires with their might, m’lord! She comes, I have seen it! 

Here comes the Slaughterer of Ten Thousand, she who laid low the first wave who sought to bring about an early end to Chernobog’s reign and she who routed armies of man without aid - without rest or respite. Batuul, the only other personally brought low by the Exalted One! He bound her mountainous strength to a plane of chains, capturing her and making sure she’d never see the taste of battle again! But those chains - those blessed chains have been worn away! M’lord, she comes with the storm - her release will shake your family to the core, even your lord’s family!

Here comes the Unifier of Fell, she who ushers in a symbol for orcs to rally behind and there is no other warlord who does not pray for her blessing to lead the orcs to victory, her strength and brutality near unmatched! Even Trolls and Ogres would respect her rule, even they shall follow her, as such even Batuul is a name uttered by those who wish to show strength and bring about slaughter to the forces of man! She will bring a wave of death, destruction - a crusade to match her master’s rage! Batuul seeks to make this an Age of Fell, an age where man will little more than slaves for the hunched beasts!

Here comes the First Warlord, she who was first crowned by Chernobog to lead his armies to victory in battle and she who first brought about the destruction of the first great kingdom in her crusade for Chernobog. It is she who stands above her fell brethren, her imposing form known to all on the battlefield as she wrought the destruction of many champions and their hosts. No knight, no champion, no commander will see her undone, no mortal man could lay her low and that is a fact that cannot be changed, m’lord! Her shadow will loom above this castle! Her roar will shatter your windows, shake the very hall to its foundations!”[/i]

The seer fell upon his knees, his whole body shaking as his head snapped back, eyes rolling back in a sudden motion. Another vision gripped the man, but now the whites of his eyes were replaced by a black darker than the one who shan’t be named. A feeling of fear gripped the room as guards looked to each other, unknowing of what to do as a mad cackle overtook the man.

[i]”For she is the only true ruler of their lands! For it is she who claims to be the Only Warlord of the orcs!

The Only Warlord who has brought forth true glory for Chernobog!

The Only Warlord to make kings and champions into trophies!

The Only Warlord to be personally brought into chains by the White God!

She comes, I can feel it even now! The matron of the orcs has broken her binding, her strength has overcome them just as she has overcome the mountains of men sent to take her head, m’lord. Batuul is coming, I can see her form towering over her kind, standing at the height of a troll- neigh, standing greater than a troll! I can feel her fangs stabbing into my chest, they are as large as my head, m’lord! Batuul comes m’lord! Her radiance, I can feel it! Slaughter comes for us all and you will all meet the lick of her strength!”[/i]

The great seer’s breath grew ragged, clutching at his chest as the storm grew harsher outside the castle, the thunder pounding in his mind as his laughter was thrown into a fit of coughing. The guards in the hall continued to look worriedly to each other as the seer had spoken the name of the only being whose name should never be uttered. Yet, the duke looked upon the seer who was gasping for air as he spouted his prophecy. 

[i]”She comes for you first m’lord! For it is your ancestors who had brought their plight to the Exalted One and I foresee that she will wrap her chains around your neck! Warn the others, m’lord! I beg of you to- to…”[/i]

There were no more words to be said as the seer choked upon the air, falling to the ground as lifeless as the cold floor itself. Silence fell about the hall as the duke rose from his throne, looking to the lifeless corpse and then to his guards, then a clap of thunder - more sounding of a distant roar than true thunder - rattled the castle shaking the structure itself. She had broken free. They could all feel it.

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