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A Spilling Of Blood

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Goktar looks onwards towards the crowd, the majority of the Uzg has gathered for his speech. His eyes dart between each Uruk, Goblin and Olog. He pounds his chest once in respect for those whom showed before shouting towards the crowd.

 

"Ib hab bin a lung tik zynce wi hab zpilt da bluud ob zumfing dat wuz nub Nubded, ib am tik fur diz tu chaing agh zate our hungur!" 

 

The Uruks begin cheering and hollering, when the crowd dies down the Dominus speaks once more.

 

"Gathur latz zultz, latz armur agh prey tu da zpiritz. Ib am tik tu zkah zum puzziez."

 

The Uruks begin to part their ways, wandering off towards their tents to make preparations for the upcoming storm.

 

OOC: Time is 12/30/2014, 4:00 PM EST rally at the War Uzg. Warclaim: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/120545-warclaim-the-fall-of-invictus/

 

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Rex Rusk'Dom raises the famous and powerful Axe of Krug as he prepares his Keshig and fellow clan brothers for battle.

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Kridash'Dom looked over to Rusk with a satisfied grin, his tusks dressed in golden medallions from the latest raid. The elderly Orc rubbed down the length of his axe with an oil-cloth, seeing the faces of the fallen dressing the flat end of the axe-blade like a mirage. A sack of javelins laid across the small of his back, each one gleaming at the tip of its iron. Kridash'Dom whipped the oil cloth like a bull whip at another Dom, chuckling and noting:

"Yub, aint skahin rund' with these hublites"

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"Meny Inviktuz kuhntz shahl bi flat'd frum ma zult..." Shreck'Dom says, a devilish grin creeping across his face

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Kugar lifts his warscythe into the air, grinning as the orcs begin to fight again, "Gorkil weel zpill da muzt bluud!" 

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Wun nonchalantly carries a tree on his shoulder, stumbling out of the forest with his big, orcish woodaxe as he hears the commotion in San'Vitar. "Wagh." The giant says, dropping the tree to the ground and raises his woodaxe, roaring.

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

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