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Past the depths of dense flora in an orkish swamp one would hear the ruckus of a jabbernack being loaded with supplies, with a heavy sigh Shreck peers over his shoulder and at his home, "Gug'ye," he mutters, turning his attention to the Laks that lingered in the camp.

 

"Bruddas agh zizta... mi zhall bi bak ihn dub kaktuz deyz fur mi am goin' ohn ah pilgramidge tu awl ub duh swumpz ub Atheruh, buht mi leeb latz awl wid zum tazkz. Latz awl muzt help Laklul beeht duh liv'n zhit ouhttah dat kuhnteh zpired gruked az," he shudders in utter disgust, spitting out the word, "Arwa," after a pause, he continues, the disgust draining from his tone, "Mi wunt latz awl tu hab ashty kuhntz zakrifyzed tu Laklul. Hupefulleh Laklul whil be ah greatur zpired zuun..."

 

Pulling himself up into his saddle he murmurs, "Heil Laklul," working his jabbernack into a brisk trot.

 

(( Aight, I'm out for a few days and will not be on at all until Monday. I better see a dozen bodies lying before Laklul's shrine when I get back, clan Lak! ))

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Wun says "Wun." to Shreck as he rides past.

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"Gug'ye Shreck, mi wull mayk zur Omar zacrifyzez zumazh teh Laklul."

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

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