Ryze Mah Bruddhaz!

[Burkester 1247]

Rusk'Dom returns to the Goi after his talks with the newly crowned Elven leader. As the Rex had commanded him he made his preparations for the Orcish purges to take parts in all lands in and surrounding that of the elves. With the completion of said preparations Rusk marched through the streets, wearing the skin of a High Elf over that of his own. Armor clanks loudly as the Doms and those who joined them look to their fellow orcs covered in the blood of the demons they ventured out to slaughter. Rusk's hand rises in the air as throws the decapitated head of a high elf into the dirt as the group continues their victory walk. Coming to the wall of the Rex's palace, orcs begin to gather at the entrance wanting to hear what the War Goth and ancient Shaman has to say. In one swift motion Rusk raises his Choopa into the air speaking in his raspy and seemingly old voice:

"Ug mah bruddahz, doze ob Dom, Kog, Lur, Azog, und all doze whu lib wibin ahr hozh Goi. Mi am juzt kum bak frum ah meutin wib da twiggie ledhuh. Da mazz flattin ob all high twiggiez iz oficul. Mi kum tu ask all ob latz tu ryze und hulp mi leud diz rezturatun ob peace fer naw und dah future. Ryze und joyn mi in dah endin ob deze zpawnz ob dah Arch Daemun whu ztandz againzt da zpiritz. Leb uz du wub wi muzt tu brung ah end tu diz currupt raze whu am loze dere zoulz tu Ibleez! Wi muzt leud diz purge und dah purge againzt dah arch Daemun whu thretun uz goi, uz kuz, and eben uz zpiritz!"

Rusk runs in a sprint as hundreds of orcs join him changing their direction to that of the High Elven city: the purge comes and the High Elves will be killed until they are no more.

[Vekrus 396]

Akvar Ireheart stops as he comes to the main road from Kal'Agnar and watches as the Orcs charge past headed for the High Elves. "Wut ta fawk? Ah tink sumone pissed off ta wrong parteh."

[Giga 357]

The Archdruid of Pine watches the cloud of dust that is the Orcish party from his favourite place of meditation atop the hill that sits the other side of the main road. Having not heard any news from the Elven nation in a while, he rightly comes to the assumption, 

 

"Well it is about time somebody made some progress towards ridding the lands of those acid-loving, void-slinging, unstable, tall, intimidating and rather peculiar Mali'Aheral..." He scratches his chin beneath his hood as the stampede grows ever-closer to the gates of Annil'sul, simply shrugging and returning to meditation, calling to the birds and the bees to sing a melody with him.

[dank 413]

"Don't forget about the Wood Elves!" Corbett shouts from the Skies, throwing a bone towards Rusk'Dom's head.

[Raptorious 1899]

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