A Message To The Honourless

[Supremacy 3361]

By way of the desert road which leads to the lands of the orc, another horse rides on the very same day the horse of the Challenge of Silver and Frost made its way to Lin'dale. This one gasps as it makes its way instead to Krugmar, home of the orcs.

 

Your kin speak of Honour and Might as ideals you uphold. Your kin speak of the glory of battle and the respect they hold for those who stand up to them in combat and yet your actions belie your words. The Children of Silver do not forget as easily as the valah, bortu and uruk do. We remember your shameful retreat from our Silver Walls but three long years ago. We do not forget that your Rex made peace on his honour that no orc would set foot on the land of the elves again without permission of Haelun'or.

 

It was the uruk who broke this peace, not the elves. It was the uruk who set foot on the land of the elves, not the elves on the land of the uruk.

 

I see not desert beasts of honour but rather grotesque scoundrels who claim honour but have none. Your words say one thing and your actions another, uruk of the desert plains.

 

Decide what you are: Beasts of honour or scoundrels of mindless violence, abhorred by Krug who you claim to be the best of your kind. With every step the uruk take on the soil of Haelun'or, your honour is further tarnished. 

 

Become the honourable creatures you claim to be and keep your word, or know in your hearts you have been defeated. Step not once more on the earth of the elves and preserve your honour or return once more and be slaughtered as you have been in the past.

 
Larihei, kae'len cruan sulier, ay'kae vallumer'ehya

Elihnsil, Elberr, kina'ehya, laean kae wynne myumiereyae.

ay'nae'leh sirame k' taliiyhe, ay'elcihil k' cruare

il'iylkarim, mirueln thill'ehya ito kae'leh

iyathae ito Haelun'or.

 

~ Sohaer Kalenz Uradir of Blessed Haelun'or

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Grogmar grumbles, reading over the letter "Wai iz id a kubbie is blahin tu mi wit paypur?" he smirks, motioning a goblin over to take note of his words to return to the low elves

"Uruk hunur diffurz frum yur twiggy myndzet. Unlezz latz hav da ballz tu blah tu mi ib perzun; da Rex uv da urukz, latz vill nebur komprehend owr hunur. Ulsu, ib latz wunt tu bryng ub da pazt su mutch, nid mi reemynd latz uv da zylvur goiz wi wrekt ib da pazt? Mi nub gruk widch Rex blah dey wuld hab peeze wid latz, bud id wuz nub mi. Ab unlezz dat Rex kumz tu blah wid mi den mi nub giv a zyngle skah ib da urukz wunt tu klomp latz." he shakes his head, looking over the desert before him

"Twiggiez scurred tu gid a liddle zand ib dere azz krak tu kum peep mi ab blah?" he rolls his shoulders "Latz kaught mi ib a hozh muud. Led uz meed zumvere ab blah, latz twiggiez luv tu blah yub? Waid, dat waz Aegiz.." Grogmar pauses, pondering for a few moments before looking to the goblin "Twiggiez breed mur den zharas, ryght?" the goblin remains silent, unsure of how to respond.

"Hrmmgngngmgmgmgnnmmm.. Anyveyz, dat iz m uffur. Ledz blah latz pretenshuzz skah. Mi uthur uffur widch mi tink uruk ab twiggy wuld lyke beddur iz a bub'hozh klomp bedween Uruk ab Hygh Elv twiggy unleh. Yub. Dat meenz unleh urukz ab unleh hygh elv. Nub wuudy twiggy, nub darkie twiggy, nub oomiez, stouts, tutunz, snelves, kittehz, ab shaydez... Shaydze bi a rayze lazt tyme mi peep'd. Tayk yur pik, hunur klomp owr blah wid mi." Grogmar sends the goblin off to deliver the message.

((OOC TRANSLATION BELOW))

Grogmar grumbles, reading over the letter "Why is it a child is speaking to me with paper?" he smirks, motioning a goblin over to take a note of his words to return to the low elves

"Orc honor differs from your elven mindset. Unless you have the balls to speak to me in person; the Rex of the Orcs, you will never comprehend our honor. Also, if you want to bring up the past so much, need I remind you of the silver cities we wrecked in the past? I don't know which Rex said they would have peace with you, but it was not me.. And unless that Rex comes to speak with me then I don't give a single **** if the Orcs want to fight you." he shakes his head, looking over the desert before him

"Elves scared to get a little sand in there ass crack to come see me and speak?" he rolls his shoulders "You caught me in a good mood. Let us meet somewhere and speak, you Elves love to speak yes? Wait, that was Aegis.." Grogmar pauses, pondering for a few moments before looking to the goblin
"Elves breed more then humans, right?" the goblin remains silent, unsure of how to respond.

"Hrmmgngngmgmgmgnnmmm.. Anway, that is my offer. Lets speak you pretentious ****. My other offer which I think Orc and Elf would like better is a big fight between Orc and High Elf only. Yes. That means only Orcs and only High elves. No wood elves, no dark elves, no humans, dwarves, teutons, snow elves, kharajyr and shades.. Shades are a race last time I looked. Take your pick, honor fight or speak with me." Grogmar sends the goblin off to deliver the message.

[Supremacy 3361]

A note is penned in response:

 

You may hide behind excuses all you wish, orc. It does not change the fact that you betray the honour of your kind with every step on elven soil you take.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thurak chortles as news of the infamous High Elven note

reaches his ear; and with a shake of his head addresses the

Uruks nearby in the communal smoking hut with an amused exclamation.

"Whuupz. Wai nub'azh blah mi diz skah?

Hrmhrm, peepz biznizz wiff da Albaiz am owd

ob da kweztiun, den."

He lets a small, displeased frown twitch across his face at that,

then shrugs, deciding that his alchemy shop doesn't get any

business anyway.

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik shouts "Dat wuz dub Rexz aguu, dumskah! Lat brayk duh uhgriimunt wen lat zyd wib Orun en bub'hozh wur!

 

Ohlzuh, lat nub gruk wub uruk ohnur am!"

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Note spam intensifies

"Ab latz beetray yur anzezturs, kub. Mi nub hidin beehynd skah, latz fayul tu reelyze dat evun ib wi had peeze wid latz wi wuld styll be klompin da breedurs widch ib turn wuld bi klompin wid latz. Stup hidin beehynd yur paypur ab meet mi tu blah zumvere. Mi nub byte. Bryng yur skahin army tu mi, mi nub giv a skah. Zurely latz iz zmurt enuff tu shuw yur peepul latz iz su prowd ub dat latz hav a bakbone? Unlezz.. Latz iz a slug!?" -AUDIBLE GASP- "Zeriouzly, wurdz ab akshunz meen mur den paypur kub. Bi. A. Man. Unlezz ull twiggiez ar juzd feemaylez." he snorts, shaking his head "Latz mayk diz mur diffikult den twiggy burthin.. Err waid, nubash reely haz truble wid twiggy burthin anymur."

((TRANSLATION))

"And you betray your ancestors, kid. I'm not hiding behind ****, you fail to realise that even if we had peace with you we would still be fighting the humans which in turn would be fighting with you. Stop hiding behind your paper and meet me to speak somewhere. I don't bite. Bring your ******* army to me, I don't give a ****. Surely you are smart enough to show your people you are so proud of that you have a backbone? Unless.. You are a slug!?" -AUDIBLE GASP- "Seriously, words and actions mean more than a paper kid. Be. A. Man. Unless all Elves are just females." he snorts, shaking his head "You make this more difficult than Elven birthing.. Err wait, nobody really has trouble with Elven birthing any more."

[Catarrh 720]

   Malog hears of this letter, and snarls at their insults, "Deze albai en der arrugunze prezume tu gruk uruk onur?! Dey beleeb dey mey tayk zyde wif owr enemehz, agh egzpekt uz tu huld tu an agreemunt DEY bruke?!" He growls as he stoops beside the cesspit at the shrine of Orgon, cups the acrid sludge in his hands and gulps it down. The greenish-grey ooze runs from the corners of his mouth as he goes on, "Orgon, bolvag tul! Da unleh ting da enemehz ob da kubz ob Krug wull gruk am jujmunt agh zuffurin! Led a nuu naym bi gibun tu der zilvur goi: Ognirgithparmabu, fur dey wull gruk unleh terrur un awl zydez! Gadur, flyz agh vulturez! Gadur fur da feezt wizch Bub'hozh Orgon wull ley owt fur lat, hiz blezzud zurvuntz! Bi redeh, fur hiz kubz am komin." Malog continues his barbaric rituals around the fungal heap, stopping only to eat rotten flesh, and to drink of the cesspit. All the while, he gurgles out his horrible, slurring chants in the Old Blah,  "Orgon! Durub langatob agh zhatazob! Bolvag raguru agh armauku! Maklog tul zhof tug murtag agh hrizg!"

 

 ((For those who don't understand the Blah))

 

   Malog hears of this letter, and snarls at their insults, "These elves in their arrogance presume to understand orcish honor?! They believe they may take sides with our enemies, and expect us to hold to an agreement THEY broke?!" He growls as he stoops beside the cesspit at the shrine of Orgon, cups the acrid sludge in his hands and gulps it down. The greenish-grey ooze runs from the corners of his mouth as he goes on, "Orgon, bolvag tul! The only things the enemies of the sons of Krug will understand are judgement and suffering! Let a new name be given to their silver city: Ognirgithparmabu, for they will understand only terror on all sides! Gather, flies and vultures! Gather for the feast which Great Orgon will lay out for you, his blessed servants! Be ready, for his children are coming." Malog continues his barbaric rituals around the fungal heap, stopping only to eat rotten flesh, and to drink of the cesspit. All the while, he gurgles out his horrible, slurring chants in the Old Blah,  "Orgon! Durub langatob agh zhatazob! Bolvag raguru agh armauku! Maklog tul zhof tug murtag agh hrizg!"

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik shouts again "OHLZUH! Lat blah latzelvz duh "blezzid" Hahlunur. Dat mihn lat wurzhip godz nah?"

[Austin 697]

GorThore'Gorkil, Goj of Krugmar takes the letter from Grogmar and reads the parchment. He stops partway through and places his hand on his stomach and cackles loudly to himself. He then motions for a goblin to record his words on parchment.

"Deez albai am zo" ....he pauses for a moment, thinking for the right word "Forgetful, the luljijak have twisted dah past to fit der needs, ahg accuse us of dishonor..." 

Thore snarls and rips the letter in two, tossing the remnants into the fire in the Rex's Palace.

"Even if dah albai's klaims where true, which dey am nub- Why would dah strong ahg bub'hozh uruk of Krugmar show honor to dah disloyal slimes of Haloon'*****, where der soldiers hahb nub cock between der legs ahg worship to dah SkyeeGodz to banish dah men ahg women ob dis realm to der sky prizen."

Thore snorts, then exhales revealing his black callusy tongue to those around him before he continues to speak.

"Do dah albai need tu be reminded ob der crimes commited? Do they nub remember der ebil deeds?"

Thore looks to another Elder in the room and then says "In Aegis, der whud a grand battle at dah gates of Sanjezal- Dah dwarves had charged into uruk territory, bud when dah skoutz reported to dah albain leaders ob dah stouts vast army, dey wet der panties ahg cowered back to der trees."

Thore'Gorkil roars slamming his fist down in anger.

"Many ob mah brodders where slaughtered dat day- Dah uruks placed der faith ahg trust into dah hands of dah snakes dat live in dah trees of the albai realm- Bud lat muz remembreah.. Snakes nub hahb arms."

Thore grins and then takes a bite out of a haunch of halfling meat, allowing the blood to drip on the parchment.

"Did dah albai also not try to revive iblees? Did dey nub uze dah dark portals in der lands to bring iblees back onto dis world? Do dah albai nub remembrah when der champions marched into Drauchriem to end iblees? Dey tried to revive dah dark ash."

He then drives a sausagy finger into his nostril, retrieving a large glob of mucus, he then sticks this onto the page and grins, admiring his speech.

"Dah albai am dishonorable ahg disloyal scum- Dey am dah slime dat seep out ob dah desert at dusk- Dey am snakes dat slither ahg hiss waiting for when ash am weak, to pounce for kill. Ah kuld drive diz dagger into der leaders skull- ahg dah albai ztill would nub gruk honor."

 

Attached to the parchment is a small wooden box with the Gorkil insignia engraved into it , and the receiver would ponder on whether to open it or not.

((Click the spoiler to open the box))

Inside the box is a venomous scorpion, it's bite has been known to cause immense pain in many men for days at a time.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Rap'Lur stares at the notice, having some random elf slave read it to him.

 

After the reading is done, he essentially bakes said elf into a pie

 

"Zaid deh beetreyeeng blah-o-manzurz. Hydeeng binhnd wall ees dishonur, nub ehteking hidurz. Elzu yu breyk ehgreement when et eez konvienient, end lie und cheet. Uruk et leezt breyk ehgreement bikuz dey hev been zpat un multipul tymez. Yu zhidpozt wurze den pinkiez"

 

Then that is written down by some human slave, and sent to the high elves, stuck into the high elf pie.

 

"Said the betraying blah-o-mancers. Hiding behind walls, that is dishonour, not attacking the cowards. Also, you break treaties when it is convenient, and lie, and cheat. Orcs at least break agreements over being spat on many times. You shitpost worse than humans"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.