A Rider Aproaches

[craotor 617]

The lone rider aproaches the gates of the new orkish capital spear in hand and mounted on his great wolf. The city looks so much like the one in the stories and yet its different. The very air in the city makes the rider sick, its more of a cheap imitation than the intimidating city of old. Where was the laughter of drunken warriors? Where was the constant sound of klompers beating each other in the arena? A great city and yet it is hollow on the inside.

 

He pats his wolf to keep going and watches as a few uruk aproach him, he feels a chill running through his spine. It isnt fear for fear was removed from him when he was a kub, no this was his very ancestors telling him something was off with this place. Before any of them can ask he says "Me be Shaggo'Lur, kub of Tor'Lur, kub of tae mighty Craotor'Lur. Da anzeztorz, dey nub be pleazed wib lats."

[Space 2335]

Fydizh'Gorkil stops by, rubbing his face.

 

"Et iz Orc, nub Ork."

[Skippy 2466]

Kilug'Lur, the klomper of trees, can be heard bringing down multiple trees in the distance.

[the 1 bow 1112]

((void, he joined whitewashes

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Ef lat fyte wib kamel-banditz mi nub recognize lat az true Lur" says the Wargoth of Clan Lur, Drak'Lur, almost snarling at the phrase "camel bandit"

[KoTo 610]

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