Orcish Leader Meeting

[marimbamonk 1501]

The goblin gives a cough, closing his eyes for a moment as he listens to Angbad.

 

In reply, the Elder Shaman says, "Me agree wid mozt uf wut lat blah. Da Zhomos waah ulwayz supos'd'be da peeperz uf profesee. Gladlee will we direkt da path uf da uruk cubs, keep uh hozh connekshun wid da szpirits, agh eben erect diz Templeh ob Krug onze moah. Da Shomoz, doh, hab nevah been rezponsibuh for tings zuch as faahmin', animulz, agh blargz. Me cannub blah fo da udda Zhamunz, bud Clanmothaz agh Goths hab alwayz peep'd ova doze tings. 

 

Da Rex blah iz law, zho if we in chaagh uf da social lyife, id be zho. Me tink, doh, dat we cuud put zum urukz reszponsibuh for animalz, blargz, farming, feeding, inztead uf da Zhomos, who aah mainlee da eldahz agh wizeuruks."

 

 

"I agree with most of what you say. The Shamans were always supposed to be the seers of prophecy. Gladly will we direct the path of the orc cubs, keep good connections with the spirits, and even erect this Temple of Krug once more. The Shamans, though, have never been responsible for things such as farming, animals, and homes. I cannot speak for the other Shamans, but Clanmothers and Goths have always looked over such things.

 

The Rex's word is law, so if we are in charge of the social life, then it is so. I think, though, that we could put some orcs in a position to be responsible for animals, homes, farming, and breeding, instead of the Shamans, who are mainly the elders and wisemen."

 

 

Brunhyldir looks to the other Shamans to see what they think.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

As a lapse in the talk of the great Elders and Leaders of the Orcs brings the meeting to a stagger, a new, though unfashionably late arrival shuffles slowly across the plateau; the butt of his long, sinewy staff of old, carved wood thumping against the sand below at each soft stride forward. Nodding his head slowly in turn to each Uruk present, the Farseer lets his gaze rest on Angbad. He ponders on him a moment, a reckoning frown creasing across his features as he inspects the seated Uruk.
"Rekz, ah doow nub beleeb wi hab med."
Thurak would lower himself into a seated position, grumbling softly before he moves to speak again,
"Az lat blahed ob da n'yoow d'yoowtehz ob da zhawmunz, nub awl ahm feeteeng. Bud, ah beleeb id hozh ib wi wur tu taek awn zum muur d'yoowtehz. Mrf, agh dat tempul weehl beh biwlt, toow. Lat mae blah mi Thurak, Furzeer ob da Uzg agh latz adviyzur, ib lat weehl hab meh."

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik speaks up "Mi muzt ohlzuu brin ub duh zubjekt ob duh iventz uh kuppul days uhguu. Wuz mi duh uunli zhamun dat feld duh zhok frum duh Zpirit Relm?"

[Sultan 3953]

He nods his head a the Farseer as well.. "Hosh a Farzeer... bi da omez hosh." he lets our a roar to Keashig enter the tent pulling behind them with rope a Elf tied by the neck and a Jabbernak. "Chooze latz scarfize agh read da fate ob oah Wagghpath.." 

 

He then looks at the Goblin Shaman and says. "Latz kan delegate diz tingz lyke farming da Shamoz muzt ave a plaze zu da Urukz kan peep em daileh, agh latz ave appernatize agh journemn shamoz dat kan du da mineal tingz lyke gibben oud da blurgz agh shuwin new Urukz arund."

[Ilikefooddude 430]

The Elder only grunts at Angbad, pushing himself once more to his feet as he first addresses Buubztik, a dire look crossing his face.
"Lat feld id, toow? Ah furt id woz zimpleh ah nub'hozh badch ob Greehn. Mrf... Wi weehl blah muur ob id layta, dow ah feer zudch ah feeng az wubevah kawzed id weehl nub waid awn owah plezz'yoor."
As he finishes he once again turns back to Angbad, his staff waving in the direction to the Elf, "Miyt az wehl, dow idz beehn zum tik zinze ahv rehd Uwmenz."
Approaching the Elf, he casts a glance at the Keshig and takes the rope from his hand. By the Shaman's waist sat sheathed a small, fervently runed dagger, which he draws now. Bending closer, Thurak brings his face to the Elf's own, a stoic expression reading over the sacrifice with little true interest shown. He rasps some soft, unheard verse, the grip on the rope tightening before his hand suddenly twists and lurches forward, jabbing at the stomach of the bound man. The Elf gasps, struggling, but regardless Thurak continues on; drawing his weapon up a few inches to carve a line through the skin of his belly. When he's done he forces him to his knees, flicking out the dagger and sheathing it once again to drip warm bile from his side. The Elf stares blindly forward,  dead or close as with his entrails spilled out in front of him.
Calmly, Thurak gazes at them, a soft, tuneless hum thrumming from his chest as he wonders on what he sees. Finally, his sight still locked on the guts, the Shaman speaks up.
"Diz Waagh weehl beh hozh enuff, blahz diz Uruk. Doow nub twizd agh t'hurn, but gruk wer lat ahm guwin' agh gow der ztrayt, az luuzin' latzelf weehl meen luuzin' diz wur. Mirdautas vras, bruddah. Tudae ahm ah hozh dae tu flat."
 

[Man of Respect 5471]

Eath finishes his drawing of a orc family feasting upon the dead bodies of elves after a war in the wood's bark, sweeping off some sweat from his forehead "Eath druwz tengz, eurg eurrhurhur..." he'd lick his lips, lowering slowly the knife to the ground and turn his body, setting himself to listen to the meeting...

 

"Bruddah Angbad, Eath habz azh queztyun." he'd say after talk would be ceased for some seconds, checking his surroundings "Mei mih blah foh ah zek, bruddiez?"

 

The large orc would stare at his surroundings, having a nod as an response from some fellow orcs "Wull..." he'd pull off a small parchment, It's the drawing of the pit being digged on San'vitar.

 

"Znagga drawz hozh, ehurehurehur..." he'd mutter to himself, patting the paper and grinning evilishly. After a few seconds of glory, he'd move himself, setting the paper at the side of the large map "Tuzeh landz lie en dah undagrawnd ob dah zakred landz. Rite, frum wer wi ar."

He'd look at his bruddahs, setting a bunch more of papers, alinging them one by one.

 

 

 

"Diz iz free zpaceh, az mi plan tu chup duwn dah zkahin brydgezz. Aneh plan en mynd tu uzeh dem efficientleh, bruddahz? Lyke, dah tempul ob Krug... lat gruk." He'd look around, excepting a response from the other orcs..

[Shar'ku/jenspelao 410]

*Shar'ku after years of meditation and isolation decided that it was time to come back to the warnation, upon entering the new uzg he hears news  of the meeting. Strolling across the sand sluggishly with his old bone-staff given by blawharag upon finishing his first trials. He approaches the tent, his face covered by a dark brown cap, after entering the tent he takes off his cap, gazing upon all the old and new faces, he goes to headbutt every orc present as he says in a muffled voice "Throm'ka". He stops as he stands infront of the rex.    

 

"Throm'ka Rex, mi am Shar'ku'Gorkil Elder uf gorkil agh zhomo, Mi hab heard uf latz bud wi nub meed yed. Maneh uf da urukz prezent may gruk mi, uther may nub gruk me, bud dat nub mattur mi return aftur meditatun agh aftah feelin' da shuk frum da zpirit rualm whyle mi meditatiun .

 

Shar'ku lays his staff on the side and he moves forward to speak again.

 

"Mi hab blahed wid anzezturz agh mi am redy tu klomp fur da rex ash mure, mi might bi ulder agh wizer bud mi ken ztyll chup zum uder umiez hed uff ".  He says as he goes to sit down on the side.

[Man of Respect 5471]

Grins at the sight of Shar'ku "Welkum bak, bruddah."

[Travista 1361]

Shreck'Dom nods to Shar, "Welkum bak," he'd murmur before his glance drifts over to Eath, "Hao abouht wi mayk ah shryne tu Laklul?" he suggests, "Oar maybeh ah hozh furt fur wagh?"

 

(( I honestly think we should have an uber pvp fortress if we ever get WC'd :p ))

[LPT 771]

Zabgub'Gorkill sends a stiff headbutt to Sharku, "Welcum bak bruddah" Zabgub looks to Shreck "Weh zhould spend ur resourcez on duh offence nub defenze, becauze nub strung force iz attacking uz right nao."
 

[Sultan 3953]

*Looks at Urolem and Shrek. "Latz be da Warbozz'z ob da dub Warbandz agh ztart diz waaghpath, Urolem latz tayke Urim az latz zecond, Shrek ed South, Urolem tu da Izlandz agh den turn back weahn da Izlandz auh oahz agu join ub wed Shrek en da jungle."

[Man of Respect 5471]

Shreck'Dom nods to Shar, "Welkum bak," he'd murmur before his glance drifts over to Eath, "Hao abouht wi mayk ah shryne tu Laklul?" he suggests, "Oar maybeh ah hozh furt fur wagh?"

 

(( I honestly think we should have an uber pvp fortress if we ever get WC'd :p ))

"Nub ah bub'hozh idya foh a furt." he'd change his stare to Angbad "Aneh idya, bozz?"

[marimbamonk 1501]

After listening to the Rex's words, Brunhyldir nods in agreement.

The goblin steps back, listening quietly as the other orcs speak. He leans on his staff, shaking slightly as his ears twitch with the sounds of the blah.

[Catarrh 720]

Molag headbutts Shar'ku firmly, "Throm'ka, agh welkum blarg, bruddah." He nods, and speaks up after hearing out the others. His usually stoic face actually takes on a smirk, as he looks over to Angbad, "A tempul? Finalleh! Wi biin niidin a hozh tempul fur a lawng tik. Mi am glad tu peep a plan ztartin ub fur dat. Mi hab biin Yazgurten dub tikz. Maybeh mi kan offur zum helb wif dezygn der." He nods, looking over to Buubztik, "Agh yub, bruddah. Mi felt dat tuu. Et ez hozh dat wi hab awl da zhamunz heer ryght noaw. Maybeh dat kan bi blah'd un zuun tuu. Mi guezzin der maybeh wuz zum bub'hozh zhivt ob powur en zpirut wurld, lat gruk?" 

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik nods "Yub, mi fink wi zhud maybi guu un Zpirit Wawk tuh peep wub huz habund"

Buubztik turns to Angbad "Id hozh dat wi guu tuh wur, bruddah. Glozag Votar!"