By The Zult

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Within the Standing Inn loud roaring and smashing of tables can be heard just barely down the road. The Rex and a Gorkil Orc are having a brawl, messing the place up and soon taking the fight outside. The Rex soon emerges victorious after knocking down his drunken bruddah and holds out his arm to help him up. A tall figure growls lowly from his throat and glares, slowly approaching the Inn from the road. The recent words of the Rex resound in his mind, The Blah; A Tongue Made Free, and even the Rex Ghashan; Councils Of Blood and Spirit.



The battle-scarred Orc shook his head in defiance, unable to comprehend what has come of his once mighty race of brutish fighters. The culture being torn to shreds by a mere cub made his blood boil, the removal of old traditions made his anger sore! He did what any true Orc would do, let his blade speak the words of the true Orcish hordes. He stormed up to the Rex and snarled with his blade in hand, the Rex stared at the old Orc and greeted him with respect "Throm'ka Uruk.". Those words stung him like a thousand pricks in his eye. The old Orc could not dare to understand the mind of what he deemed to be the most Whitewashed Orc since the Claw clan. He snarled in anger and raised his blade "Flat bi da zult, whytewuzh!" he roared out hoarsely and slammed his blade down in an attempt to swiftly execute the defiled Orc by lobbing off his head. The Rex's eyes widened as he realised what was happened, taking a step back at the last second as the blade ran across his chest and cut him deep. The Rex grunted in pain, his blood caked on the other Orc's blade as it dripped from his chest to the wooden floor below. "Wut iz latz duin?" he Rex questioned as he scrambled and whipped out his Scimitar. The Old Orc snorted and spit as his strike missed it's mark, though he only one thing on his mind; to preserve his peoples traditions! He roared out one final time, the Rex speaking instead of fighting for his life. The blade plunged deep, impaling the Rex through the chest and penetrating his heart with one might thrust. The Rex spewed blood and his eyes rolled into the back of his head; dead.



The Old Orc whipped his blade out of the lifeless corpse, leaning down and tearing out the Rex's heart with his mere hand and holding it up victoriously "Flat whytwuzh! Viktoreh fir Krug!" he howled, the red Orc stood by idly as his Rex was cut down, not even flinching. Glumpuz, being this Orc observed carefully and saw the symbol of Gorkil on the Orc's back, he grinned. The old Orc turned around to face Glumpuz with a small grin, holding the Rex's Whitewash heart in his hand "Nub skahin loze agh klomp tu diz whytewuzh skah agayn ur mi vill skahin zkin yur feetz." he growled to Glumpuz. The Orc grunted in affirmation, slowly recognizing the Orc and his eyes widened. Before he could call his name the Orc turned to walk off as an Elf made an approach; Lucas Black. The Old Orc looked to the Elf then to the Heart, he realised that Whitewash was an infection and that he should no longer keep this heart with him. The Old Orc passed off the large heart to the Elf saying "Diz iz da wehpun tu klomp da nubded. Infekt dem wid whytewuzh!" he chortled heartly as he slung his blood caked blade over his shoulder and walked off further down the road with a smug grin on his face, feeling Krug's approval within his own blood.

[HappyShackles 886]

The Rex sits on his throne yawning.

[mylimo7 409]

"The Dwarves are having a rebellion and now the Orcs would too.."

[susitsu 871]

Lucas Black is still seeking an Undead to throw it at now.

[lemontide331 1615]

Chucklug bangs warhammer against shield "whitewazh rex nub'hozh"

[Guest]

Burz'Gorkil releases an "Eurhurhur..." ​or two in the dead-lands. 

[XSKip 40]

Kol'Ordan tries to remember the Uruk who sent the Rex to the Monks. He will be keeping tabs and his bow's sights on him.

[Raptorious 1899]

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