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“And he’s full of himself.” Muttered Magna loud enough for only Gorma to hear her.
Oggha got to his feet with a snarl.
“We don’t take kindly to jokes about our gods.”
“This is no joke.” Said Magna.
There was a deep rumble and everyone at the table turned to look at Tayo. Oggha’s face darkened and he seemed to spit at the tent’s wall, trying to avoid her massive figure.
“They don’t seem to believe me.” Said Bellum.
“Mate, I wouldn’t believe you either, you sound mad.” Said Gorox.
“Ah…Gorox, there’s something you should know.” Said Derric.
“Enough! I will not have my heritage mocked by those who stand upon our ancestral land! Roared Oggha.
The orc reached behind his chair to pull an impressive axe from its resting place. It was a beautiful double-headed, black blade with red runs inscribing its edge.
“Now, now.” Said Lockjaw lazily.
“Not ‘now, now.’” Mocked Oggha. “It’s bad enough that you invited that thing into the tent, now it mocks our god. No! I will not stand for it.”
“Sit down.” High Chief Kerghug.
“I will not! I will not be mocked within this tent by interlopers.”
Derric shrugged his shoulders and stood back to see how this would play out. Gorma seemed a little concerned over the lack of concern of the humans for what was happening. Not only had Mortis mocked their god but it had started a row at the war table. This was all bad luck, something the camp didn’t need. She looked up at her father and he was relaxing in his seat. It was clear he wasn’t concerned, but Oggha was getting more and more wound up the longer he was ignored.
“Hey Gorma?” asked Magna as she looked up at the orc.
“Yes?”
“How much are your tusks worth?”
The question startled her, and she wasn’t sure how to answer it. While the females didn’t care much for their tusks, doing nothing more with them other than preventing decay, it wasn’t the same for the males. She mentally debated what to say when Magna got an odd look on her face.
That was when Gorma realised what this all meant. If what these humans said was true, and Bellum was indeed within the revenant, and the revenant was in service to the future queen of this land…
A slow smile spread across her lips, and she said, “Depends who you ask. Some think the longer they are the more virile they are, but who is to say.”
“And the loss of one?”
“Devastating.”
Magna turned her head to Bellum and said, “Don’t kill him if he attacks you.”
Bellum was irritated that the human princess dared to give him an order but before he could say anything, he could feel the bounds that Mortis shared with her tighten. While she wasn’t able to control Bellum directly, the revenant reminded the god that they were bound and so, he had to play a specific role.
Oggha, temper now getting the best of him, launched himself across the table. Despite several members trying to get in the way, he was able to use his sheer size to push past them and raise his axe.
Bellum fixed the orc with a look, and it was as if he lost all his willpower and moxie. The god drew back and punched the orc square in the face. The axe slipped from his fingers, thudding into the ground behind him as he came to a halt against the god’s fist before he fell back, narrowly missing the edge of his axe.
The battle-hardened orc clutched at his face with a grimace as blood poured from between his fingers.
“While I don’t suffer fools, I appreciate the loyalty to my name.” said Bellum.
“I think he swallowed his tusk.” Said Gorox.
“That’s not going to be fun to pass.” Said Lockjaw snidely.
“Prince Adrian, please heal him. He has shown the might of the orcs and should be rewarded.” Said Bellum.
“I don’t have healing magic; we already discussed this the last time you asked me to heal.” Said Adrian. “I can retrieve the tusk from his stomach though.”
Oggha looked at the princess with a shocked look and shook his head vigorously.
“It won’t hurt.” Said Adrian as he snapped his fingers.
A large, albeit broken tusk cluttered onto the table, shocking everyone.
“Oh good, I can use that.” Bellum beaconed the tusk toward him with his magic.
He held onto the tusk for a few minutes while concentrating on it. There was a smell of burning hair and then Bellum held a hand forward to the orc before him. Oggha, showing no fear, reached up with a bloody hand to take the god’s hand. Bellum pulled him up and handed him back his tusk with something inscribed on it. Bewildered, Oggha looked at it and his features changed to one of shock. He clutched the tusk closer and whispered.
“How did you know?”
“Because I am Bellum. Because even though it has been 3,000 years. I heard your prayers Oggy.”
“I don’t get called that anymore.” Oggha clutched the tusk and kneeled. “I remember my vows. I am yours.”
Magna rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath that no one caught. There was a rumble from Tayo again and this time Lockjaw zeroed in on Derric.
“You haven’t told us everything yet, have you Prince Derric? Bellum is hardly your only companion.”
Back to you Zak.
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