The Liberator

[Burkester 1247]

The night was cold and moon high on the 10th of The Amber Cold, 1480. After what seemed like a century long spiritual journey the Rex Rusk'Dom approached the immense walls of San'Vitar. His palms were sweaty, knees week, and arms heavy. Looking forward the wall appeared to be nearly 100 paces away, his mind was at ease when he looked up at the full moon for he would soon be in the comfort of his home. But, as he walked forward time seemed to stop with every step forward it would seem as if no progress was made. None the less he continued onward and soon after figures became to appear to his right and left. A large orc was shown combating tens of thousands of undead soldiers with a horde of not only orcs; but elves, humans, and dwarves. Rusk was confused but after studying these illusions, no images, for sometime he understood what he was being shown. The orc, large and stronger than any orc Rusk had ever seen, was none other than Krug. As Krug began to turn towards Rusk a large pack of wolves charged through just covering what would be the face of Krug. Rusk continued to stare into the distortion created by the wolves to get a glimpse of his fore father but his efforts were worthless for when the wolves cleared Krug was there no more. A voice echoed through his mind speaking to him,

"Ryze liberatur latz muzt kontinu wub mi ztartud agh karry un wub latz popo agh hiz popo begun. Flat da nubded whu haz thretuned da urukz fer genurationz, du az mi dud agh protuct latz urukz wib latz lyfe."

When Rex Rusk'Dom awoke his back burned from the heated sand he rested upon. Looking up he once again saw the colossal walls of San'Vitar but time had past as it was now day as the sun danced across the sky. Raising himself upward Rusk did what he always did, moved forward. His mind was deep in thought as he walked through the open gate of his city his eyes pointed towards the ground as the Rex walked up the stairs towards his plateau. As he made it to his top his body lusted for sleep and rest but his mind was still not at ease. Stopping in his tracks he turned to his right peering down towards the uruks, ologs, trolls, and goblins who he was entrusted with protecting and teaching. Rusk sounded the war horn as the orcs started to gather on the plateau below him. He shook his head as he called down to them, "Nub kum ub heur." The horde looked to those around to each other as they journeyed onto the Rex's plateau where many have never stepped foot prior. His heart began to unravel from the tangled chains that it had once been a slave to as he spoke to his Uruks,

"Mah bruddahz agh zistahz lung nuw hab wi beun thruztud intu wur agh konflict. Mi kum tudeh tu latz az nub ah ledur bud a bruddah, ah frend. Da pillurz wi lib agh breuth un er ashz ob honur, gloreh, agh truzt. Mi am nub ah monark, ner Kung, ner Emperuh, mi am latz Rex. Mi hab eurned diz pozitiun becuz ob da mutul rezpekt mi zhare fer latz agh latz zhare fer mi. Wi fullow ah kode ob honur agh mi wurdz zerve az a law agh justize. Tugedah wi brung ah hozh futcha fer uz kubz agh uz kubz kubz. Ulredeh zince mi hab bekum Rex wi hab liburatud da stowtz whu weur huld az snagaz agh hulpud da rezt kum bak agh retak dem landz. Wi muzt uze uz zoltz agh ztrength tu klomp da nubded agh flat dem untill dey nub kum bak nu mure! Heur nuw dere am ah konflict ob da zharaz ober whu wull leud dem. Mi kalled fer latz tu klomp dem wib mi fer da dizrespkt dey gave tu da zpiritz, bud id wuz wrung ob mi tu kall fer da flattenin ob ull sharaz wen id wuz juzt da aktion ob few. Da Karrionz am nub uz enemiez lyke da rebelz brught dem oud tu bi id bi a few znide zharaz whu wi muzt flat tu regayn da honur fer uz agh uz zpiritz. Da firzt iz 'Fatha Tarcell Othaman' agh da nezt iz 'Soren da Savoie'. Wi wull nub regayn uz honur agh uz zpiritz honur bi hulpin da rebelz wi wull regayn id bi flattenin doze whu dizrekted dem! Flat deze korrupted beingz untill dey nub hab lyfe en dem nu mure!"

With the completion of his speech to his uruks he begins to pound his chest as he lets out a roar, followed by another with all those present. The orcs begin to go out and as the neutrality in the human civil war is declared. They sharpen their blades in preparation for the hunt of those who have attempted to bring shame upon the uruks and there spirits.

!A large olog walks through the streets as he goes to deliver some important letters from the Rex. (In common)

-To Emperor Tovya Carrion-

My friend I would like to apologize for my actions as of late and send this to bring you knowledge to the end of our involvement in this civil war. When I was given news of the disrespect and dishonorable acts being committed against my people and our spirits who have watched over us for so long I was so angry that I lost my mind for a short while. In this I declared our support to the rebels in the hope of myself as well as the orcs living and dead for reason based on the action of few. I forgot about the kind tribute you gave us and the times that we both fought together especially against the undead. I now direct my strengths, efforts, and forces to tirelessly battle against the undead until one of us might perish. I leave to you the conflict that you have at hand and wish you the best of luck. I hope that you might once again join all humans under one nation so that we all, once again, come together and fight against the arch daemon and his undead. With this I so dearly wish to assist you in your return to the true throne of the humans but I find that I cannot fight along side these dishonorable men, if even men, who have caused this hole situation. Assistance will be granted to you of my orcs as well as myself it the two men; Father Othaman and Soren de Savoie are publicly executed ((and permakilled)). I heed thee farewell and hope that we might come together once more on the battlefield and reek in glory as we once have.

-To High Pontiff Daniel I-

I thank you for your letter and would like to apologize for my rash actions, such which has been diverted and will no longer be an issue.

-To Grand King Fimlin Grandaxe-

The humans have come through and the War Nation will remain neutral through this conflict.

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Hu-din goes to begin finding the finest clubs for his olog brothers. He roars in anger when his brothers crew up "LUZTUN TU LATZ RUX. LATZ RUX WUNT TU KLOMP NUB'DUUD!" He finds one of the finest trees in all of the land and begins knocking it down with his old club. The tree falls and he drags it back to the other uruks for help. "WI KLOMP NUB'DUUD FUR DA RUX!" Hu-din receives his newly carved club, harder then rocks, and heads out to the gate. He stands there for hours and screams "KLOMP NUB'DUUD!"
 

[Jonificus 2763]

Wun grunts angrily at Hu-Din "Zud upf, Hoodoon! Wun ahlredeh flat nubded!" The towering olog then goes back to stacking newly collected rocks in his house.

[Fitz 80]

*Fitz would bust some radical dance moves to pump up the crowd*

[3andD 1722]

Smiles

[Glyc 234]

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