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A Rexdom Adrift

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Oondasta'Lur walks into Krughanistan as he runs into Gromgok'Gorkil, they both narrow their eyes at eachother as they both mouth the words “Ug”, as the two peer their eyes over the distance it rapidly becomes clear that the place is barren.
 
They exchange a look and a quick nod as the two pound their fists on their chests, Gromgok states “Cub ob Mogroka, Gromgok'Gorkil agh formur Rex ob da Azulonz.”, in return Oondasta mimics Gromgok and states his name and heritage “Cub ob Craotor, Oondasta'Lur, mi am here tu pud Uruk back in de formah glori.”
 
“Bub’ozh, mi ab known latz’ popo foah de long tik!” Gromgok responds, he appears to have aged as his white beard and hair flow freely in the desert wind, they both pound their chests in mutual respect as the two part ways.
 
A ominous sandstorm quickly disturbs the peace as Oondasta retreats back into one of the Lur tents, petting the wolves as he ponders to himself. “Am dis da sygn ob Krug?”
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