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[Warclaim] One Last Push

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The thudding of war drums are heard from the Azog fortress suddenly one night, the deep booms resounding off the nearby plateaus and ringing through their small valley. Great roars and grunts from Uruk and Gobo alike as logs and rocks are dragged from the main keep. The only light for these workers to go by is the high night moon and the orange glow of the burnings fields.

 

The workers continue on as they begin to gather their supplies near the blacksmith- at which there too was endless work. The smith restlessly hammers and molds his steel, forming new blades and sets of armor just for this battle. Without a bit of acknowledgement he continues on with his own work as a few Orcs drag by a crude sled with logs piled atop it.

 

Where the Orcs deliver the supplies to there is another two Orcs standing over, one observing the happenings of the bustling war camp whilst the other one calls over his shoulder battle plans and ideas for coming layouts. The tactician cannot seem to help but keep staring forward and over the edge of the hill down at what could be assumed to be their target- the Kaxil Stronghold.

 

After a while of this rhythmic cycle of work the sun slowly began to rise above the horizon, peaking over the Kaxil fort. By this time the fires burned low, giving off a large cloud of smoke as nearly only charred embers remained. The two Orcs overlooking the work site turned and observed the work force one last time before the tactician spoke out.

 

“Latz dun fur tudeh, gu nuw agh gid rezt! Tumurrow wi ged tu da real wurk!”

 

All the Orcs cheered, a weary yet still furious sense about them as they quickly finished up their work. They quickly all dispersed as they went to go back to their business. As the war drums slowly died down to a stop a single goblin ran about the open field, snuffing out the smoldering messes that once were the burning fires serving as the workmen’s light source

 

The Rex and head of the Azog clan, Urik Azog, had called earlier that day they would prepare for their final push to remove the corrupted Kaxils from their land. His aim will be to take the Stronghold by force or demolish it to a pile of rubble trying.

 

And by the next night, the drums shook and the fires burned once more.

 

((OOC))

 

Date and time:

-[Negotiable- contact Erik0821] 23th of February

12:30 PST - 3:30 EST - 8:30 GMT

 

Manpower:

-[Defence] Kaxils and Allies

-[Offense] War Uzg and allies

 

Type of Battle:

-Invasion

 

Rewards:

-If the defending party is victorious they will be exempt from another claim for their land for three more months and may make a counter attack as they wish.

 

-If the attacking party wins they will be entitled to the lands of the Kaxil Stronghold.

 

Rules:

-No one day alts

-No breaking or placing blocks besides ladders within the battlegrounds

-No golden apples/potions/or brews

-No enchanted equipment

-All server rules are to be followed [No glitches, hacks, returning after death Etc.]

 

 

None of these terms are 100%

permanent and are susceptible to change upon reasonable request. If you would like to discuss changes contact Erik0821 via MC or a PM on the forums.

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Eazy-E hobbles inside the azog fort holding his trusty stick in hand. The small goblin eyes the cheering orcs and goblins "Mi cleen?"

 

The Witch Doctor, Dre, grabs the smaller goblin and gives him a shake as he shouts. "Wi cleen!" Before releasing him and running off, continuing to cheer along with the others.

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"One last Suavemente" mutters Suavemente'Azog, ready for the fight.

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