As the mournful dirges filled the air, the Orc tribes gathered in somber unity, paying their respects to the fallen Storm Bearer. Jul Kan, her voice heavy with emotion, stepped forward to address the mourning crowd.
"Today, we gather to honor the memory of a great leader, my father, Dor Kan," Jul Kan began, her voice resolute yet tinged with sorrow. "He dedicated his life to protecting our people, guiding us with his unwavering commitment to the Covenant of Light. Though he has fallen, his spirit lives on within each and every one of us."
The Orcs nodded in solemn agreement, their expressions reflecting the weight of their loss.
"We stand at a crossroads, where darkness seeks to encroach upon our land," Jul Kan continued, her gaze sweeping across the gathering. "But let this funeral not be a time of despair, but a rallying cry to unite our tribes. The power struggle that threatens to tear us apart must be overcome. We must remember our shared heritage and put aside our differences."
A murmur of agreement spread through the crowd, their determination kindled by Jul Kan's words.
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"We are the descendants of warriors, each possessing unique strengths and abilities," Jul Kan asserted, her voice growing stronger. "Today, we witnessed the clash of our skills on the battlefield. GreatTusk, your raw strength shook the earth, but even the mightiest falls against the fury of the storm. IronBlood, your mastery of iron was formidable, but it could not withstand the winds of change. RedClaw, your cunning strikes were swift, but they could not pierce the shield of righteousness. SilverHorn, your arrows found their mark, but they were no match for the lightning of justice."
The leaders of the tribes listened intently, their faces a mix of respect and apprehension.
"We fought as adversaries, but now I implore you to join me as allies," Jul Kan continued, her voice filled with conviction. "Together, we can honor my father's legacy, quell the power struggle, and restore peace to our land. Let us march forward, united as one, towards the Temple of Time."
Her words resonated deeply within the hearts of the Orcs, stirring a newfound sense of purpose and determination. They nodded in agreement, signaling their willingness to follow her lead.
Jul Kan stood at the center of the gathering, her eyes meeting the gaze of the four tribe leaders. GreatTusk, IronBlood, RedClaw, and SilverHorn approached her, their expressions a mix of admiration and skepticism.