In such little time.
Muldar Edoris looked around the grand Council Chamber, a pleasant smile on his face. Before him, General Lurobek and Honorary Chief Hulmenor bickered, as the rest of the council looked on, but to Edoris this seemed insignificant. To him, they faded into silently into the background, and he saw was his intricate and oh so subtle ploy at last coming into fruition. The subject of their bickering was, of course, the raids of the ''Black Threads''. Horrible, unnatural creatures who's skin was winded and entwined with threads of black magic.
As High Priest of Il-Javaskar, and as founder of this illustrious council, Muldar Edoris sat at it's head, where the two sides of the wide u-shaped table met. On his left side sat the Priests. Besides him, two high-ranking Priests of Il-Javaskar sat on the Council. As High Priest of the Earthenchurch it was, of course, his choice as to which were bestowed with this honour. Further down the table, still to his left, sat the Generals. The three most high-ranking military officials automatically had a place on the Council. On the right hand side of Edoris sat the Chiefs. When the Council of Uld'ur was first formed, society was divided into five clans, clans which had historically done battle to control the land of Kerosyn. However, over several hundred years of co-habitation the bloodlines had blurred so much that it was now impossible to distinguish one tribe from another. For this reason, the Grand Council reformed the position to be vote based. From now on, candidates would vie for the ''votes'' of the populace, and the five candidates who secured the most votes would be presented with the title ''Honorary Chief'' and a seat at the Council.
At last, High Priest Edoris called for attention. ''The Black Threads are, for now, a non-issue of the Council. Under the excellent leadership of General Lurobek we have already fought them off twice, and they, like all horrors of Erebus, are presumably weakening with each year that passes. For now, the Council has more pressing matters to attend to.'' He paused to let his words sink in, and silently counted to three.
1..
2..
3..
And then the roars of anger began. ''We are under siege by demons! What could be more pressing then this!?'' One man shouted, to which another responded; ''You're a fool Lurobek! All you ever think about is war!''. Edoris clicked his fingers, and looked on inn amusement as the Council members silently continued their fits of rage for a few seconds longer before realising that they were no longer making any sound.
''Sit down please.''
Obediently, they sat. ''This morning, I returned to the low quarters of Kaer Ul'dur, and made my way below to the Sacred Cavern. I did not know why I went, but I felt an inescapable urge to do so, as if someone was pulling me with strong rope down and further down. Once I arrived in the Sacred Cavern, the bejewelled and watery heart of this nation, I sat in its warm pool and prayed. It was then that Il-Javaskar appeared before me.''
The council gasped as one. The Sacred Cavern was off-limits to all but high-ranking members of the Earthenchurch, and the God who dwelled there only rarely appeared for his visitors. Edoris continued, with a somewhat mystical tone in his voice;
''Here he bestowed upon me his fiery pleasure, and the water we laid in grew hot. He told me he was pleased at what we had accomplished in his name, in such little time as this, and gave me new instruction. Il-Javaskar commands that a great monument is built in Uld'ur. A beautiful sculpture depicting the new age of orcdom that here begins. He sent forth his Luleym, a messenger to guide me, and lead me to a strong vein of gold from which, blended with Uld'ur copper, the structure shall be made.''
The Council was silent a few moments. A few councillors looked ready to object, but held their tongues. If God commanded monuments, he would have them.
A few days later all the preparations were in place and the moulds finished. The design was elaborate and truly a marvel of creation. A totem-like depiction of society. At the bottom were several strong orcs, tools of farming, mining and warfare strewn around them. On their shoulders they held a landowner, a teacher and a priest, who gazed down at all who passed below them. On the floor, slightly separate from the rest of the piece, sat three children gazing up at the priest and teacher, pencils in hand. Above them, two well-dressed figures representing the Grand Council. One man reached down to receive a piece of parchment from the landowner, representing a vote. Finally on the shoulders of the councillors stood Muldar Edoris, proudly holding forth a burning light representing Il-Javaskar. The podium bellow bore the inscription, ''together we stand strong''. The light, it was decided, would never be allowed to burn out else they incur the wrath of God.
Muldar Edoris looked at the blueprints for the monument admiringly. Such an apt depiction of Uld'urite society. He particularly liked the detail of the children, gazing up at their educators. Learning, such a vital process in modern Uld'ur. Something which, of course, he himself had begun all those years ago. It was through this mystical process that Uld'ur distanced itself from its history of barbarism, and the other orcs of this Barsaive. Edoris had foresaw a great civilisation of orcs, housed in cities of stone and marble, and had set out to create it. In such little time, so much had already been accomplished; such growth and prosperity, and with faith in Il-Javaskar, he had all the time in the world.
