Rex Phaedrus'yar

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

 

The distinct drone of the Targoth's warhorn blares and echoes across the dunes of the Iron Uzg, ringing through the ears of the Uruks who still remain. The source of the summons would be at the palace, within the capital of the Uruks, and as they slowly trickle in to the main hall, they would see a lone elf standing in the center, elevated upon the throne.

 

Within the palace of the Iron Uzg, upon the throne's pedestal, stands Phaedrus'Yar. With Kulthark's Fang gleaming in his hand, the Targoth slowly sits down in the throne, leaning back with a deliberate and slow sigh as he looks out across those below.

 

"Uruks, brothers, the state of the Iron Uzg is beginning to corrode. Much like an unattended suit of armor, our joints are beginning to creak, rust, ruin itself from lack of care and use.

 

Our respect in the great Vrogak'Gorkil was misplaced, in his offspring. Many of us were blinded by grief and so we held out hope that perhaps his heir could renew our spirits. However, as it has shown, this was wrong to assume."

 

Phaedrus then pounds his armored fist upon the arm rest of the throne, leaving a hollow thud to punctuate his words. Maintaining a cold stare and leaning forward in the throne, he brings his sword onto his lap as he resumes in a firm tone.

 

"The glory of the Iron Uzg has one last true heir, one last, direct descendant of its true legacy."

 

With that Phaedrus moves to a stand, pounding his chest with his fist as he roars out a single word within the palace halls.

 

"ME!"

 

The ringing of his shout fades into nothingness, and once more he resumes with a raised voice, fists clenched tightly as he slowly paces along the pedestal.

 

"Unlike the spawn of an Uruk's loins, I was birthed by the fire of war and raised alongside you in battle, ascended above you from my feats, held in highest regard by the one we held in greatest reverence, Vrogak'Gorkil."

 

"I am the one to traverse the plains of the immortal realm and return time and time again, to lead some of you to enlightenment within its depths and bring you back here alive."

 

"I am the one to bestow upon every Uruk here, legendary crafts and armor so that you yourselves may attain true glory."

 

"I am the one who has lead you time and time again, as Targoth, and not once have I been opposed or challenged. You have all followed me in the field and witnessed my prowess."

 

Phaedrus ceases his pacing with his last sentence, gradually easing back into his seat on the throne, and with a challenging glare across those gathered, he utters a final declaration.

 

"I am, your Rex." 

 

 

[Pinochet 356]

Elder Nagg'Raguk looks to the new rex, snarling with anger. "Ah twiggi az a zkahin' rex? Dah zpiritz nub will diz.."

 

The elder gathers his clan as his warchief is in absence, planning something in the wooden fort that stands tall in the entrance of the desert.

[Hydra 515]

Khel Chuckles to himself "Ill give him a few days before the uruks slaughter him."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Drak'Lur shakes his head solemnly, and remarks to himself, "Skah... mi lyked Faydrus..."

 

He begins deliberating with his clan his next move.

[Space 2335]

Fydizh'Gorkil the Lost shrugs.

 

"Hi nub hab dah bloodluzt dat skahz uz."

 

IIT: Inactive orcs

[Tentoa 3161]

Sibala stood at this announcement, his expression teeming with restrained fury as he turned toward the Uruk among the crowd. "Do you hear the arrogance this one has, brothers!? To declare himself skahing Rex, he is not an uruk! He is an honorary uruk, as am I. But I Gruk more than well enough to insult Krug's name by declaring myself the ruler of his children! I am of Malin's line but I forsook my own to serve the spirits. You are the Spirit's chosen, the children of the old father! Will you allow this arrogant guest to declare this?! To Blah he deserves the same position Krug once held when he shares no blood with the honored old-father?!"

Sibala turns toward the palace, pointing toward it in contempt for all Uruk to see; roaring toward it. "Do not permit this disrespect! Punish this would-be Rex for his heresy! To assume he might sit upon the same throne as the blood children of Krug!"

[Heff 2460]

A halfling contorts his face, "What t' ****?" He was used to greenskins hunting him down... but not wood elves. He supposed it was only a matter of time before a the greenskins removed him... or the Azogs.

[Lark 2227]

Durok'lur grumbles, he strokes his wolf's fur as he sits on a desert rock, contemplating this development. "Yub...or Nub...Kannot dezide.."

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Nazark cheers in approval and roars a mighty roar "FINAHLEH! PHAEDRUZ AM ORC, LAT CALL HIM TWIGEE AGH LAT AM INZULTIN' HIM, PHAEDRUZ AM HONURABUL. PHAEDRUZ AM DA REX!"

[Proddy 2415]

"Ah skahin twiggie iz da Rex nuw?!" a baffled Magg'Braduk blurts out upon hearing the news, snarling with anger.

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

Fizldank looks down from his yak to one of his many Gobo loyalists, sliding off as the small goblin offers him a scribbled upon piece of paper. He'd unroll the crumpled mess, flattening it out on one of the yak's horns. As he read it his expression changed to one of disbelief, then nodding as he is reassured by his fellow goblins. He climbs back onto the cactus green yak, yelling out a command as the yak heads farther off from the uzg. His goblin loyalists following quickly after.

[Galendar 631]

"I can't believe this elf has the balls to claim that title... maybe he forgets that the title can ONLY BE HELD BY AN ORC."

Ostromir laughs as he sits back in his study.

[wolfdwg 2677]

Worg'Azog wandering the vast lands of Vailor, spits on the grass hearing the Twiggy's proclamation.

[Toastersaurus 412]

Blind Tuuzt'Lur stares at a wall in anger attempting to strangle it.

[Eranikus 348]

Taynuel blinks as he catches word of the new Rex. He thinks for a while, looking at the hare curled up and sleeping next to his desk, then back at his paperwork. "...A Mali'ame... the Rex of the Orcs?" he muses, looking up at the leaves above him. "...Hmm... I should take votes as to how long it'll be before his body turns up in a river somewhere..." he mutters, returning to his work.