The Corrupted

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

The Corrupted

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FyMiLGBKT0

The small band of Orcs howl and scream as they defeat the mighty Erok’Rax in a klomp. They shout and scream they have achieved the title of Dominus and challenge the Rex to a klomp. However to their disdain the powerful Rex Grogmar of clan Gorkil is out hunting, not knowing that the Orcs back at camp are being corrupted by the Dom’s once more by their dark magic. The Dom’s claim themselves a Wargoth clan, disregard Orcish society and pull themselves to the top and continue to corrupt the blood and minds of Orcs. Grogmar enters the camp soon after his hunt to hear the chanting of the child claiming to be Rex “RYZE!” they shout, clearly doing some dark ritual. The mighty Rex Grogmar shakes his head faintly as his Keshig surround him and tell him what has come to his War Nation. He scowls, grinding his teeth and balling his hands into fists, looking over to the traitors who have not earned any such titles they hold. The Rex takes out his warhammer and roars loudly, the Orcs stop their chanting and the Orcs that have managed to supress the dark magic of the Dom’s step forward, rushing to his side. The Dom’s glare at him with their blackened eyes “Da Dom’s bi korrupted unce mur mi felluw uruks! Dere liez agh buurz mojo haz infekted Erok to tink hi wuz ztyll Dominuz! Led id bi knuwn dat Thore’Gorkil wuz mayd Dominuz whyll Erok wuz oud skahin zheep!” he declares with a booming voice which carried across the mountain range. The true Orcs nod faintly at the Rex’s words. Grogmar points his warhammer towards the Doms “Da Dom’z beetray Krug agh da War Nashun! Dey iz da zayum az da Kaxilz! Az da tru Rex uv da War Uzg mi banizh klan Dom agh ull Urukz dat iz korrupted bi dere buurz mojo! Dey tink dey kan klomp fir Rex wid dere zneeky weyz widoud evun beeung agh Wargoth klan!?” he shouts questioningly as one of the Keshig murmur an unspoken truth ‘Da Gul klan wuz wid da Kaxilz. Da Gul klan iz zub klan uv Dom’. The true Orcs glare back at the beasts, no longer Orcs. Grogmar growls faintly, looking over to the High Shaman and shaking his head “Su id wuz latz whu korrupted dat Vizion.. Da ash aboud da Ibleez kub agh eetin owr wurld!” he howls, raising his warhammer upwards along with the rest of the Orcs who support him “Latz iz nub Hygh Zhaymun! Latz iz a Kaxil mynd slayve! Latz beetrey Krug agh da War Nashun tuu! Latz iz banizhed alung wid yur klan agh da Gul klan! Urukz, wi muzt remuve dem frum owr peeperz befure wi gid korrupted tuu!” he bellows, shaking his weapon around before stomping it down into the sand. The true Orcs smirk and begin to chant ‘Krug’ over and over, hitting their chestplates to lay down a sick beat. “Flat da Dom’z! Deth tu traytorz uv Krug!” he announces while the Orcs finish their chanting, getting ready to purge the traitorous Orcs from the Uruk lands once more!

[User 366]

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[osumanduas 1442]

Yagak'Azog looks on in confusion. He would stand with his clan on this matter.

 

"KRUUUUUUUUUUUUUG"

[spawnfan55 5]

raises his blacksmithing hammer into the air and yells "Krug!"

[Burkester 1247]

High Shaman hears of the rebellion coming from the old rex, "Uh gawd ah rebelliun in da urukz? Neba herd ob diz befure."

[Catarrh 720]

 Malog stands up, more mournful over how things are getting than anything else. Despite how much he hates seeing all this internal strife within the orcs, he joins Rex Grogmar's forces in their chant, "Et ez zad tu peep tingz had tu bi diz wey, bud et ez tru dat Erok wuz nub da Dominuz ad da tik. Thore'Gorkil wuz. Der turnamunt wuz ilijitimut. Grogmar'Gorkil ez da tru Rex. KRUG!!! KRUG!!! KRUG!!!"

 

  ((I have to agree with DrakeHaze on this one. Erok'Rax was not the Dominus at the time. Furthermore, though I have no personal problems against Kipples, he's a very new orc. He's had his orc for maybe a couple days at most. He's way too new to be the Rex of the entire orcish nation. Frankly, I found the whole tournament ordeal yesterday to be very under-handed and power-grabby. I'm supporting DrakeHaze in this. Sorry if that causes any ooc tensions.))

[JVQ 1719]

Thusk'Dom shakes his head in disappointment. He would contact Grogmar. "If latz wizh teh klomp de urukz, Thusk would not zee hiz bruddah urukz klomp othah. Save da rebellion and klomp Thusk. If latz haz hoonor latz will klomp for rex."

 

 

 

 ((I have to agree with DrakeHaze on this one. Erok'Rax was not the Dominus at the time. Furthermore, though I have no personal problems against Kipples, he's a very new orc. He's had his orc for maybe a couple days at most. He's way too new to be the Rex of the entire orcish nation. Frankly, I found the whole tournament ordeal yesterday to be very under-handed and power-grabby. I'm supporting DrakeHaze in this. Sorry if that causes any ooc tensions.))

 

((I have roleplayed this character since mid-late Anthos.

[Bardmancer 942]

TemTem agrees with Malog. Nurena does the same.

[Hobolympic 1093]

Lord Chamberlain delivers the news to his King, Midgor Ireheart.

 

"Yer Majesteh, As yeh moight be aware ov, Rex Grogmar'Gorkil 'as been overthrown by tha' Dom clan. Whoile some claim t'at dis wus eh legal succession, Oi 'ave personalleh spoken wit' Grogmar, 'oo is readeh tae' tayke back tha Rexdom. As such, Oi would argue t'at weh should indeed back up 'is claim, nae' onleh tae' take back tha' throne fer Rex Grogmar, but also tae' 'onour our pact wit' tha' Rex and 'is subjects; indeed Oi speak ov tha Krughanistan Bloc."

 

Balek bows his head as he takes a step back, waiting for response from the Grand King. 

[DecoLamb 959]

I aint gonna do blah because i just got up and im way too out of it to translate all that shiz right now.

 

Kroga lifted her head as she stood atop the arch spread over the gates. Her head shook with a harsh snort, static sparking through her frizzled mohawk. With a deep breath she slammed the end of her staff into the soft earth, calling out with a darkened tone.

 

"This was whispered to us moons ago, that corruption and discontent would once again swirl its way over the burning sands we stand upon. Once more the blood of Krug's daughter turns against its own, and resorts to tactics of trickery and deciet to rip away that which does not rightfully belong to them! They shame the name of Krug's daughter, they shame the name of she whom was the greatest shaman ever in our history."

 

Snarling she paused, heaving heavy breaths as she shook in anger. Snorting her eyes closed for a brief moment, fingers digging into the gnarled wood of her staff.

 

"I have never been one to question the leaders of us, I have always looked to them with respect, knowing that they would lead us to the glory we deserve. I have always trusted them, because more often than not, I have seen them grow, I have seen them become what they are. Always I have watched you, always have my eyes lain upon you from wherever I may be. Always I have known those within the cradle of sand, I look upon all those within it with the same visage as I do my own children, for many of you share my blood."

 

Kroga frowned, shifting her stance with a weary grimace. The large green stone gleamed at the head of her staff as she switched its place in her hands, the pointed tip thunking into the soil. She drew a long, slow breath as she stared down into the camp, a flicker of sorrow gleaming in her eyes before they once again hardened, jaw clenching.

 

"However these new Dom.. they are not known to even one as old as me. I have never once heard, seen, nor even scented this Thusk. This nameless cub may strike hard, but I do not trust his judgement, I do not trust cubs unknown to me, I do not trust him or the so called high shaman. He who proclaims to be the best high shaman, he who's pride is a tell-tale sign of his inexperience and his crippling weakness. He who tricked one younger than he into a false battle to obtain a title that is won with experience and mentality, and not physical prowess."

 

"These foolish cubs stand here, fiddling with themselves in the sand, unaware of what looms before them. While they squabble and fight for power, they do not look to the horizon. The spirit world has twisted into an uproar, and you do not listen to their whispers.. soon all of us within the sand will be washed over if the balance is not restored.. and if we do not do it ourselves, and now.. the dead shall rise and forcefully right it."

 

Kroga's head shank, head shaking slowly as her brow furrowed, "And for all our strength and vitality, all our power and will.. we will never be able to stand against the ever-nearing danger.."

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

Sitting upon the Obsidian Throne, he shifts to and fro comfortably as he brings his ankle to rest upon his knee, looking down upon Balek and listening to his piece the Grand King looks up to the Great Halls above in thought. A moment later Midgor looks down upon his humble Lord as he brings his hand across his onyx beard speaking his response.

"Ah suppose yer be roight, We forged dis pact wi'f 'em, an' t'ough Ah 'ate da Uruks wi'f every inch ov me bein' me finks dis'll 'elp sate me desoire ter ge' a nooh Carpet, un made frum da loikes ov usurpers an' traitors. Aye, Ah'll pledge da forces ov oor Legion ter reclaim da Urukish f'rone. Send wurd ter da Lord Protector, Zahrer, an' 'ave 'im know da' Ah wun' da loikes ov Ognar ter ready da forces fer da invasion ov da Urukish lands. Le' oos 'ope da 'Umans donae interfere an' break da cease foire fer da f'ird toime. Bu' in da events ov such, prepare da 'Operation'. Per'aps weh coold groond oor forces on deir flank if need beh."

Midgor Ireheart then waves his hand towards the quite gates ov his Keep, silently dismissing the Lord Chamberlain from his company, "Belka's speed be wi'f ye Balek. An' Yemekar's 'ammer fall 'pon da foe." He barks afterwards before resting his arm back down upon the rest of his chair.

[Austin 697]

Thore Gorkil shakes his head as he was the dominos not erok ((on mobile, won't be on for rest of day.)))

[Demotheus 651]

Illah'Yar roars in anger. "Diz zkah hed hab nub ryte tu juzt ztrut in agh tayke rexdom liek dat! Diz bi puzhduggeh!"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Grothmar stands with the loud crowd of Orcs, but his voice does not sound in the chanting. The other Orcs jump around, their minds and bodies bustling with the idea of war. Grothmar does not. He thinks of the brothers he had in the Dom Clan, those he had gone alongside to battle, those who he had raided villages with, those he had klomped with in the Warcamp. War with them is not what he wants, not with those he had called his brethren.

 

He looks down to the insignia of the Gorkil clan burned into his hand just months before by Thore'Gorkil. Lifting his grief stricken eyes, he looks to see Thore standing beside the Rex Grogmar, and Thore makes eye contact with the young Orc. Thore gives a reassuring nod, and Grothmar returns it. Grothmar raises a fist in the air, and begins to join in the chant. Though he does not wish to go to war with his old brethren, his allegiance lies with his clan, the Gorkils.

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Thurak let a small, displeased frown spread itself across his face as he found himself pondering the news of the False Titles and Uruk Rebellion; his fingers tracing the harsh, twisted lines of the hardwood staff that he'd forged not too long ago- now deep in thought. As an Elder, and especially as a Shaman, Thurak's choice should reflect the best interest of the Orcs, and as of yet he knew not what they were. The Dom's clan's rise had brought forth a great amount of new Uruks, and their Goi was now as well defended as it had ever been. In addition, this 'Thrusk' was supposedly the strongest Orc of the Uzg; who had indeed fought his way to the Rexdom against all other competitors.
And yet still, he did not trust their power.
Dom was a name that rung faintly in his mind, whispering of bad omens and the corruption of power that was never meant to be. Likewise, he had never before seen nor heard of this Thrusk, and he found himself doubting the faith he usually had in those who he counseled. Grogmar had indeed been absent from the tournament, that alone rendering it illegitimate despite its outcome, and the Dominus at the time had been Thore, not the self-proclaimed Erok. The whole situation reeked of treachery and plots. It reeked of the Doms he was always told never to trust.

Thurak's chest rippled into a snarl as he stamped the butt of his staff against the hard sandstone ground, causing the bells that adorned it to ring a solemn tune. A harsh display of emotion crossed his face as he proclaimed to himself, decided;
"Ah pledg mah Hammah agh Ztaff tu da riyteengz ob wrungz. Da Domz wil nub taek powah, da Domz wil nub taek da Rekzdum; Da Domz wil nub taek da Urukz az dey hab dem mani tikz befur! KRUG!"