The Orc's Secret Weapon

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

Zar'roc stirs uneasily in his sleep, as if he were swaying on some angry wave... There has been an idea, and idea that has been plaguing his mind ever since a couple weeks ago. He had an idea, an amazing idea, but in the wrong hands, it could wreck havoc all across Athera.

But he's had enough, he hastily hops out of his sleeping mat, and scurries over to his desk. The Orc searches frantically for his charcoal pencil, and puts it to the crude paper. Zar'roc wipes the sleep out of his eyes and stares at the paper blankly.

It's deathly silent, nothing can be heard but the crickets chirping quietly outside of the blarg. Zar'roc begins to slide the pencil smoothly across the paper, using nothing but his sheer creativity to create these... blueprints.

 

The idea is very similar to a pinata. There is some sort of 'balloon' made out of anything light, but the most important ingredient that makes this war machine so lethal and eccentric is... the massive amounts of the most bomb-ass Orcish kush within it.

 

Cactus Green that has been modified (or 'laced') by Orcs can be very strong, and in most cases lethal to other races. To say if somebody were to bring this pinata, bring it to the Halflings, and light it, the fumes may kill them.

 

Zar'roc writes slowly, and more carefully than an Orc should.
 

" DirektuHnZ: Bring DaH wapuhn tuu a Wiyde agh weHll pupLatuhd AreUh. LiYTe dah BahlUUn. WhEn LaT PeEp ZMuke. Ruhn. "

 

Zar'roc looks at the open space at the bottom... where he should put the title. "Hrm..." He thinks, and just sits there for a long, quiet while... thinking of the perfect title. He smirks slightly at his genius, and puts the pencil to the paper...
 

"The Thunder Krug"

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[Demotheus 651]

Dahnee'Yar rolls in her grave. "Ha! Mi zmoke moar green den dat in azh gu!"

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

Dahnee'Yar rolls in her grave. "Ha! Mi zmoke moar green den dat in azh gu!"

 

Zar'roc'Yar rolls back into his mat, these words echo through his mind, and he prays to the spirits he sleeps soundly.

[ToenailTickler 290]

The combined voices of the entire Krathol clan whispers into Zar'roc'yar 'Pazz da kuzh bruh'

[๖ۣۜ§osa (E.G.I.E.) 520]

 

The combined voices of the entire Krathol clan whispers into Zar'roc'yar 'Pazz da kuzh bruh'

 

Zar'roc, in the moring, wakes in bakes in the name of the entire Krathol clan, and for all of Krug-Hai.

[Raptorious 1899]

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