Preparation

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Darzk'Dom released a roar that echoed across the desert. He had been quiet, slowly plotting his revenge and soon the moment would come. Ixli, the spirit of dark shamans, whispered poison into his ears causing insanity and pure bloodlust for those who killed his father.

A few degenerate orcs had followed him, twisted by the chaos they were fed. Their time was soon.

Teeth sharpened to bite through flesh, Darzk looked around the cave of loathing and hate. The smell of a rotting Orc corpse left a foul stench in the air. Soon, they would be smelling the blood of their enemies. Soon, they would be smelling death.

((Short follow up post. My computer is almost finished getting repaired which will lead me to becoming more active once again.))

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath meditates on the deserts as he hears the shout, breaking his concentration.

He'd grunt.

"ZKAH!"

He'd snort like an steamy, angered bull, letting out a long and thick smoke from his nostrils that floats to the skies, as his spirit ins't pleaded with the sudden disruption.

He is comming for you, embrace yourself.

OOC:

I like orc antags! Specifically the ones with reasoning! I really loved Kraal roleplay, he is a chill guy after all!

 

Welcome to the Greenskin Anta'shippy!

[ZeeMan_/Pillzberry 36]

*Oliver sits in his corner of the Oricsh cell and hears the shout and hits his head on his wooden suspended bed* "Ah fawkin' 'ell. YEH MEH 'AVE KEPT MEH IN 'ERE BUT YEH CAN AT LEAST BEH A BIT MORE QUIET." *a club gets thrown at him from an Orc guard and falls over knocked out*

[Raptorious 1899]

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