The New Targoth

[Arteh 1837]

Rex Vrogak'Gorkil rests around the klomping pit as a vicious beating of drums can be heard around the City. Orcs fight within the pit as a fire roars in the distance. Amongst them, is Phaedrus'Yar, a proven Elf, loyal to the Warnation, strong and spiritual. A devious evil can be seen within his eyes.

 

Vrogak'Gorkil quietly examines the Orcs in their natural habitat, not paying any direct attention him the Orcs continue with their activities.

 

He suddenly rises up from his seat and declares that the new Targoth of the Orcs is Phaedrus'Yar as he is the most competent from what Vrogak has seen.

 

Vrogak'Gorkil looks upon the quiet faces of the Orcs as he rests back in his seat, looking towards Phaedrus'Yar...

[LatzMomo 2088]

Gilgamesh scoffs in disgust, scowling "A Zkah'n Twiggi!?" He looks down, feeling a bit of shame swell up in his chest, he lets out a sad sigh and then straightens out, he didn't exactly agree with the decision, but he trusts the Rex. "Mi wull let dis Twiggi pruuv himzelf..." he mumbles quietly, standing by the side of the Rex.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

Phaedrus gives a slight nod of his head to Vrogak, looking to those gathered around him afterward. The looks of disdain do not phase him, the mutterings and curses do not cause him to falter. With a stoney expression he grinds his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing before simply saying, 

 

"This tik, we peeped where the Uruks stood. We peeped just how efficiently the Uruks klomped.

 

...We have much to work on. In body, mind, agh of course spirit. Latz let pushovers break the line this tik.

 

This won't happen again."

 

With that said, Phaedrus quietly heads to the forge, igniting the furnace as he sets ferrum bars within a crucible, beginning his work for the armory's supplies.

[Travista 1361]

"Diz ash am tru uruk. Mi appruve ub diz choize."

[Pandasan 74]

Lanith stirs, shaking his head, "Twiggeh running within the higher uruk ranks like this? Last resort..," he grumbles with a small frown.

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Phaedrus looks up at Lanith with a small squint, giving a grunt before saying, "Your bloodstains still cake the stone bricks of the arena from our last klomp. If you'd like to sample my strength again, continue to speak like yet another annoying, grumbling elf.

 

You may either kick the old, annoying habits of our people yourself, or I will kick them for you - much harder." 

[Pandasan 74]

Lanith shakes his head, unamused by Phaedrus' statement, "Lat've been blind for a second, Phaedrus. If anything, it feels like this is breaking 'tradition'. Now, if lat'd like to blah of such great words to signal in a klomp, then blah it, brother. Do note mi have nothing against latz potential in excellent leadership, mi also believe lat will do well; but we- race of twiggehs- should nub be holding this position. The least to do is to consult the spirits and ask them for either their approval, or simple as to guidance," he explains sincerely, nodding over to Phaedrus. His grumpy expressions fading off.

[Arteh 1837]

*Vrogak slams his fist on the armrest of his chair as he roars..

 

"Ib unyazh ab zumtin tu blah tu Phaedruz abud Targoth den blah lyk Urukz agh klomp!

 

Ib nud, den bi zilent!"

[Shar'ku/jenspelao 410]

Grazadh simply chuckles as he keeps munching on a roasted halfling leg

[Ilikefooddude 430]

"Da zpirids hab blahed der konzent enuff, Albai Laneef."
The Farseer lets out a soft, short chuckle, his features crinkling in amusement as the length of his old, twisted staff spins in an idle flourish. Tapping a finger against one of his yellowed tusks, Thurak nods to Phaedrus with a pleased expression.
"Hozh jub. Bud doow nub maek diz eehntahfeer wiff owah lezzunz, albai. Lat weehl leed hozhleh."
Having shown his approval, the Orc shuffles off, leaving the brooders to brood and the accomplished Elf to celebrate.

[Jonificus 2741]

"Twigguh turguff? Wun nub layk twigguhz, twigguh twik Wun."

[hellfiazz 879]

"Faydruz am mur Uruk den mehni ub lat. Mi hab nub peep'd ehni ub lat offurin uz much tuh duh Zpiritz az im." says wiseman Motsham Buubztik

[Birdnerdy 1539]

   Ecthallion's interest is piqued by these happenings. Mixed with his intense dislike of orcs is is admiration for this elf who has bridged the gap between these two starkly different societies. As he wanders the empty streets of Ayr, smoking an old Palina cigar dug up from a Visconti store, he ponders his hatred of the descendants of Krug. "Barbarians and bandits they are,"     he mutters, remembering the many times the men of Aesterwald were harassed on the road by orcs, even when the two sides had signed a treaty that forbade such things. But beneath the distrust lies a grudging respect for the orcish spirit, wild and free. "Bah" he says, sending a wave of smoke out over the waters of the Northern Sea. 

[XSKip 40]

Kol'Ordan grunts in approval, headbutting the new targoth "Hozh Faedruz. Lat wull du hozh."

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Nazark nods in approval having watched Phaedrus be worthy and prove himself time and time again.