[Warclaim] A Clear Mind.

[Goldrim 1422]

 

High Shaman Broxigar Kaxil and his apprentice Rask Gul skulk through the jungle as they return from a Shamanistic session they had spent together, he consulted the spirits on how to approach their situation with the Azogz, his vision remained a foggy memory but bits and pieces started falling into place, the big green blurs that were once scattered in his vision have now become clear dead and mutilated Orc corpses.

 

The two returned to the Kaxil fort and are greeted by the remaining members of the Gul clan, the fort ist bustling with laughter, klomping and various other activities that the two clans were caught in, Ick was conversing Val about various redstone machines, Draik and Vulgrak both experimenting at the brewing stand, their faces half scorched by the majority of failed concoctions.

 

In Broxigar's mind a glimpse of a great and prosperous future for the Orcs appeared, overwhelmed by the vision, blood rushes to his mind, he quickly leans on Rask as he becomes light headed, stumbling slightly as drool drips from the corner his mouth.

 

He knew what had to be done, by destroying the Azogz there would be enough room for the Gul clan to reside in, and it'd remove the filth from their land, Broxigar quickly assembled all the members of the Kaxil and Gul as they begin to plan, huge scrolls are suddenly unfurled and littered over the fort as they write and draw their plan of attack.

 

...

 

With the help of Ick Kaxil, their ingenius Goblin they were able to create an amazing plan of attack, which is only revealed to the members of clan Kaxil and Gul, they all nod at eachother before beginning preperations.

 

( OOC )

 

War Type: War of Secession

 

Date and Time: Friday the 14th, 5PM EST.

 

Attackers: The Kaxil and Allied Orc clans.

Defenders: The Azog and Allied Orc clans.

 

Location: The Azog lands / fort.

 

Terms:

- No one day alts.

- No block breaking, unless necessary to breach defenses.

- No brews.

- No potions.

- No enchanted gear.

- No enderpeals.

- No glitching.

- No hacking.

[iTzShambo 135]

Draike'Gul readies his battle-axe, excited for a new fort to be under his clan.

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Burguk'Ugluk wonders what side his wargoth will deside to fight on but wishes to speack to him about it.

[ErikAzog 3575]

(Hopes for no 1 day Thornes)

[Dreek 1633]

Lurtz'Gorkil friend of Azog drools on himself, hungering for a good fight.

[KingKoo 38]

Ick rubs a metal tool through his hair, peering over the Kaxil walls and into the Azog lands. With a grunt he drops down from his perch, approaching a large cart filled with various redstone components, cogs and springs. "Tyme tu ged tu wurk, mefinkz."

[SpookyLean 880]

*Maur'Azog walks out from his tent*

"DIZ BI BUB'HOZH!"

[John Ivory 4546]

Aglarebon thinks long and hard of the predicament, noting the trouble both of the Orcish clans have caused him in the past. He thinks of all the terror the Orcish clans have caused road-goers, all the pain they have inflicted, and all the pain they have inflicted upon every race besides their own. There was only one way to decide upon who to fight for...

 

He retrieves a coin. If it lands on heads he shall fight for the Kaxils. If it lands on tails, the Azogs. He flips the coin and kneels down to retrieve it. 

 

Tails

 

Aglarebon readies his battle equipment: a bow, some chainmail armor, a quiver of arrows and a sword. He fights for the Azog, encouraging the rest of his company to do the same.

[Sneaky 189]

-SNIPERS_

[Knox213 10]

Nizabulubiztik'Lur will fight

[JVQ 1719]

Bizbuk'gul readies his war hammer

[Lago 2572]

((War of Secession is the bits you already control breaking away. You can't declare a war of secession on the stuff of someone who doesn't want to secede. That would be Civil War.))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[The 14th is valentines day, what about today we have the battle at 4:00?]

[Zezimus 1523]

Muzgash sits in the Kaxil stronghold, looking towards Broxigar as he tells his brothers of the battle to come. He grins widely, displaying a razor sharp set of yellow teeth.

 

“Mi nebah tazted uruk befur’... Agh mi nub likiez da way Azogz luuks at mi bruddahz. Yub, diz am bub’hozh klomp.”

[osumanduas 1442]

Yagak lounges by the fire in his tent, taking a moment every few seconds to take a puff of his cactus green. Yagak chuckles to himself as he hears his brothers scurrying about the camp preparing for war. "Dis beh ei bub'hozh klompin."