New Blood Rises.

[Drak3 442]

Across the arid landscape of the desert. A faint wisp of a breeze would carry across to lift particles of sand around. Tossing them continuously without any notice from a single silhouette. Basking in the midday sun. Duruh’Gorkil, the newly appointed Warchief sat nestled in the sand. Eyes fixated across the barren landscape while thinking out loud, as if to let her own voice reassure the nervousness that gnawed away at the back of her mind.

“Dhiz ahm nub dah tik tu ghit wurri’d. Dah Gorkil klan nhiid ag nuw lhiidur. Agh dah Urukz whu ahm nub un ag klan ahm nhii’dn tu gruk dah wyez ub dah anzeyzturz agh zpirutz. Dah tik ahm hiyr tu ztaynd. Agh zuppurt mhi bruddahz agh zizturz. Tu nub ztand bahk agh peep dem full un rhun. Ihd ahm tik fur mhi tu zhuw mhi popo tu. Daht mhi ahm rhiddi tu tayke dhiz mhantul. Agh lhiid dah Gorkulz.

((This is not the time to get worried. The Gorkil clan need a new leader. And the Orcs who are not in a clan are needing to know the ways of the ancestors and spirits. The time is here to stand. And support my brothers and sisters. To not stand back and see them fall in ruin. It is time for me to show my father too. That I am ready to take this mantle. And lead the Gorkils.))

 

Standing up to her full height, with flaring nostrils. The feuruk removed a large two handed warhammer from her back to hold it up in the air. And with a loud, guttural warcry she released a mighty roar across the lands that are deemed worthy of a place to live under Krug's teachings.

[Pinochet 356]

The Warchief Nagg'Raguk nods in approval. "Mi gruk daht Duruh willz du ah hozh jub az warchiefezz ub dah Gorkil Klahn."

[James 425]

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