Notice From The Yazgurten

[VonAulus 2082]

Grool face palms at current construction around the city. He decides to post a list of things he needs done so that he can dictate the effort of the nation in a positive direction. Written below is a list of things needing to be accomplished by the orcs of the Uzg. 

 

" Ash. Latz nub a bulder nub buld skahin mush heds snaga skahin pugz."

 

"Dub. Teer duwn skahin dumskah pelisade mi jumped obbah ed en mi em fat."

 

"Gahk. Mi need sendruk agh red clay tu buld wif, ezwell ez oak wuud, rulg bruddahz."

 

"Futh. De fermz need tu bi muved, mi ken tyk cyr ob det doh skahin mush hedz." 

 

"H. Oddah skah ez needed ezwul, bud latz tuu dumb tu reed zu juzd blah tu mi bowd ed bruddahz." 

 

Rough translation below.

 

"Dumb asses do what I say." 

[Catarrh 720]

   The Rex approves, "Mi hab tu gu huntin agh meditaytin agh wub-nub. Du wub da Yazgurten blahz, agh nub burn da goi duwn whyle mi gawn!

 

 ((I've got irl stuff this weekend, I'm afraid, so do what Grool tells you. I'll be back soon.))

[Catarrh 720]

   As the Rex looks around the capital, he checks on the progress of the wall, "Bruddahz! Da wawl am nub finizh'd yed! Gathur moar oak lawgz, zandztune agh kley fur latz War Uzg! Wurk hard fur Krug, agh pruuve tu latz anzezturz dat lat wuz wurth burthin, mi bruddahz agh ziztahz! Az zuun az wi ged da wawl dun, wi kan finizh zum ob da udur buld projektz!" Malog then leads by example by mining up over three carts of sandstone.

[brotherpig123 38]

Grug grins, marveling at his section of the wall, "Hur! Mi dun bub'hozh job ov dat overhang," he says, wiping some sweat off his brow. "Mi bettur ged bak tu da farmz."

[Faunherer 44]

     Faunher'Gorkil returns from the dry mesa, laden with the hardened clay he dug from the harsh land.  He turns back down the road to grab the rest of the clay.

[Catarrh 720]

Grug grins, marveling at his section of the wall, "Hur! Mi dun bub'hozh job ov dat overhang," he says, wiping some sweat off his brow. "Mi bettur ged bak tu da farmz."

    "Mi lyke dat oburhang."

 

 

     Faunher'Gorkil returns from the dry mesa, laden with the hardened clay he dug from the harsh land.  He turns back down the road to grab the rest of the clay.

 

   The Rex takes a look at the clay, "Hozh jawb."

[Raptorious 1899]

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