The Lak's Reply to Baxle's Annoyance

[Travista 1361]

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reply_of_the_Zaporozhian_Cossacks

   Shreck'Lak glanced down upon the Baxle encampment from the lofty heights of his great plateau; the shining beacon of his swampland. No longer did his old friend Fizldank govern the lands which bore rowdy goblins. Bearing a bulky annoyance he grunted, letting out a wrathful, viscous snarl. Many times in the past had he been subject to their sneering insults, times had even seen to his friends facing their steel despite his generous grants of swamp-side land, many times had he been subject to their insolent behavior; he was a Lak, not the petty slave that sewed his fields. This would not do. With a hasty strut Shreck'Lak set off to fetch his quill to write a response to his subordinate's stupidity. Much blood was destined to be spilled, Shreck knew, but there would be no other option.  

 

    A few hours later a Lak would set off, a scroll with an unbroken seal in his blue hands for the Baxle's leader himself. 

*written in the blah*

" O warchief, Baxle devil and damned Dom's kith and kin, secretary to Arwa herself. What the devil kind of ork are you, that can't slay a swamp rat with your naked arse? The Kaxils excrete, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a *****, make subjects of Laklul’s sons; we've no fear of your horde, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, **** your mother.

You goblin scullion, vomit hued halfling, piss drinker of Waldenia, goat-fucker of Krugmar, druidish swineherd of greater and lesser swamps, pig faced glob of Orenia, snelf skahing hooked nose animal, catamite of a dwarven breed, hangman of snow elves, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before Laklul, grandson of the elves themselves, and the crick in our dicks. Bohra's snout, 's arse, slaughterhouse cur, elf brow, screw your own mother!

So the Laks declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the snow elves. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with Laklul, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our swampy arse!"

 

Edited December 9, 2015 by Travista

[HeroOfDuLoc 1935]

"Zkah awf, Zhreck. Guw bak tuuh pleien dat Yuropa Yuuhnevurzalyz Futh."

Fizldank shakes his head, recognizing the text from elsewhere.

[Narthok 10416]

The Ruks can be seen at their feast table raising their ceremonial delicacy, the rock in a toast supporting the declaration of Clan Lak.

[Gebruht 39]

Ngenlak'Kwommi's eye twitches. He was bored already. He sighed, for he knew his father would want him to fight. 

"Hrmph. Wull bi tu eezy to flat dem likkl zkah'rz."

[ryno2 1285]

Com'bo Breakah wanders around the Orcish lands every now and again, but doesn't pay much attention to current events in the Goi. Nevertheless he reminisces about the Ugluk clan and his days in Asulon. 

gd1 reference m8

[jamyei 45]

Kwixil'Baxle, Warchief of the Baxle clan, would look upon the ruins of his previous clan cave, in which he had many memories and stored great bounties. He would then turn his head towards the home of the Laks and would clench up his fists to then immediately unclench them. He swore to kill those Baxles who had ruined his great friendship with the Laks, saying, "Mi iz aungry bub mi iz wize. Mi wull roast dose Baxle mumberz, fur dey ar a dizgrace." he would then scavenge what he could and would head off to his home in Laz-Dur to store his remaining loot.

 

[Rig 17590]

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