The Iron Triumvirate

[the 1 bow 1112]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIseF_RKcKg

 

 

The Iron Uzg was in a time of change. And with that change came new alliances to be forged. Forged from Iron, forged from Fire. 

 

The Warchief of the new blood clan Raguk, Nagg the red, had sought to bring the Raguks to a higher status. Do not be fooled by their youth, they had earned everything they had achieved, all gained by hardship. So, with all but few clans with any sort of legitimate power left in the Iron Uzg, Nagg turned to a clan renown for their efficiency in everything they put their minds to. For they were the hunters, the cunning stalkers of prey. Killers who would see you, but you would never see them. The Lurs. The mighty Lur Wargoth Drak agreed to bloodpact the Lur clan to the Raguks, forging a deadly alliance. This alliance however was incomplete, leaving out the one other dominate and powerful clan in the Warnation. 

 

The Braduks. Led by Kahn the Monster Slayer, the Braduks were a clan of old, they kept to their ways and fought all who opposed their way of life. The biggest orcs in the Iron Uzg, their warrior blood coursed through their vains, leading to intense episodes of bloodlust. Seeing potential in this three-way alliance, Kahn, Drak and Nagg all mutually believed that allying the three biggest clans would be a fruitful venture, and a horrific one for any who dared opposed them. And so it was, the three clans bloodpacted.

 

Targoth and Wargoth Kahn'Braduk, Targoth and Wargoth Drak'Lur and Warboss and Warchief Nagg'Raguk stood atop a hill, side by side, looking over the Goi under construction. Before them stood the horde that was their clans, the Braduks, Lurs and Raguks. They were now brothers in arms. Kahn raised his huge axe, Gorechild, as Drak raised his perfect hunting spear, likewise, Nagg raised his battleaxe, all high in the air. The mass of orcs infront of them began to chant, their voice thundering through the desert, the echo's carrying across the Isles of Vailor, striking fear into any who's ears caught wind of such a terrible uproar. 

 

"GHASH! GHASH! NAGRAUFOM! NAGRAUFOM! GHASH! GHASH! NAGRAUFOM! NAGRAUFOM!"

 

The Fire Rises.

 

The Iron Triumvirate has been forged.

The Rhino Lords, Wolf Riders and Unbroken Vanguard have united.

Fear the Green Tide.

[leave me alone 995]

"They're pretty big guys" says Aneurin from his home in Haelun'or.

[Watyll 1104]

"They're pretty big guys" says Aneurin from his home in Haelun'or.

"Fur latz."

[James 425]

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