The Great Waaagh!

[Smaw 2376]

The War Uzg was in a state of great turmoil.

It was about to get much worse.

 

The past three years had proven extremely destructive for the once united Orcish nation. Clans had clashed, leaving nothing but death and blood in their wake. The scorching homeland of the Uruk had become a wasteland of corpses and sullied steel. Yet for once, all was quiet upon the sands.

 

However, deep within the clan forts, activity was at an all time high. Orcs bashed against one another, scurrying about with metals and weapons hunched over their backs. Smiths struck hammers as archers practiced their skill on targets, and the Wargoth were seen above their people, calling out commands in all directions. A great anger had taken over the hearts of all Uruk, and their latest attempt to sate it would be their most terrible yet.

 

Clan War - Saturday 30th January 2016

Ugluk and allies vs. Raguk and allies.
 

Time:
 

AEST: 8am
GMT: 10pm

EST: 5pm

 

 

Notice to all Non-Orcs: Whilst we have no capability of preventing anyone from turning up for this war, we would appreciate if any onlookers were kept to a minimum. This is a very important event in the time-line of Vailor Uruk and we would like for it to run as smoothly as possible.

[Travista 1361]

I'd like to suggest that we disallow people from making new characters for the warclaim, effective now. Yuh?

[Smaw 2376]

Naturally. No new personas.

[Arteh 1837]

Vrogash'Gorkil descends from the Sand Duunes of the Orcish Desert as he raises his fathers axe in the air.

 

"Da Uglukz bi nubhozh whytewazhez uf da Urukz, ib latz am gun tu klomp wid dem den mi am gun tu klomp da nubhozh zkahaz dat blah dey da kubz uf Gorkil"

 

He'd kick his warboar into motion riding towards the Raguk Camp as his warband accompany him. Their thunderous ride could be heard throughout the Uzg.

[Catarrh 720]

   As fresh Yar recruits, their brands still warm on their weapon-bearing arms, stain the clan totem red with blood offerings to the ancestor, Wargoth Malog descends into Thurak's cave, borrowing the space for some privacy. On a nearby table, he unrolls a rather large parchment, the ends of which hang slightly over the boundaries of the table, and grins fiendishly. It would seem the old builder had something big in plan. With the same flare of ruthless ambition he'd had in his eye for the construction of the Bronze Bull of Gronkkston, the Horn of Yar, Kodar'goi, and the past two palatial fortresses of the Rexes, he returned to the surface, barking orders, "Wuud agh ztune, bruddahz! Whule foruztz agh whule mowntainz ob et! Da glureh ob Yar kallz tu lat awl! Da uruk war mazhine niidz lat!"

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Gorbad'Gorkil supports none, a third party has been formed.

[Elvrohir Aureon 210]

The Mali'ame have watched the Uruk Civil War escalate from afar, and upon hearing rumors of a great battle coming soon, The Order of Sirame dispatches two scouts to silently observe the carnage. 

 

((I have a very poor opinion of Orcs in general, but lately I must admit I have been impressed by this storyline, good luck to all, and I eagerly await to see who is victorious.))

[Arteh 1837]

Just now, _pok_ said:

Drokon sits in the joint Ugluk-Gorkil fort with the actual, relevant, Gorkil Wargoth Grothmar, noting the great strength in the alliance that their two clans share. The two sense a disturbance in the spirit realm at nearly the same time, as though a great mound of table salt had suddenly been knocked off a table somewhere in Oren. Strange. 

 

Sits in his camp surrounded by his warriors as he patiently awaits the wailing and tears of those who dare challenge him.

[_krug_ 247]

A quite large, red skinned uruk paced back in forth in the hold of his ship, a bicorne atop his head, a Gorkil symbol carved into his back.

 

Confusion.

Conflict.

Anger.

That was all that was within the uruk's mind, what he was feeling at this moment in time. These past three years had been hard on him, for he could never quite choose a side in this war. Deep within, he thought it was unnecessary. A waste of uruk blood. Yet...something within him sparked an anger, a hatred. A lust for battle. His own bloodrage had engulfed the elder's mind, as he shook his head. He was against the Ugluks ever since they had suddenly reappeared. Something about it seemed...off, to him. He remembered the Braduk's purge of the clan back in Anthos, and their reasons. What the Ugluk clan had become. And to reappear, suddenly, without warning, claiming to have regained honor? Something about it didn't quite click in the "Kaptin's" mind. Yet the Raguks...their quarrels with the Ugluks had to be something more than simple anger over a couple of mounts being killed. Sure, it was a stupid move, but a cause for war? It seemed more like another grab for power, to him...and again, it didn't quite click right.

But then something did click.

They were all wrong.

They all must pay.

Both sides were wrong.

They all must die.

And so the uruk howled in the underbelly of his own naval vessel. Roared. Some would call it screaming, even.

It was anger, mindless anger, that had completely taken over his mind.

[the 1 bow 1112]

 

 

 

Kahn stared down at the grunt before him. He was well built, yet still dwarfed by the Wargoth's enormous size. The Iron Rhino hopped from foot to foot, keeping on the balls of his feet.

 

"Klomp" Ghazkoth shouted, standing at the mouth of the klomping pit.

 

Kahn immediately pressed forward, locking arms with the grunt in a collar and elbow tie-up. The fighters paused for a moment, testing each others strength. Using the blank opportunity, Kahn sweeped his leg behind the grunt's, released his grip and shoved him hard back, causing him to fall to the ground. Instinctively however, the grunt kicked his leg out consequently hitting Kahn in the stomach. The Wargoth stumbled back, stunned, the kick bludgeoning Kahn's gut, aggravating his long standing stomach injury. Seeing his opening, the grunt leapt to his feet and landed several haymakers onto the giant Orc's jaw. He let out a low growl.

 

An open fisted parry of a punch, a heavy handed strike to the ribs and a shoulder block shove all landed flushly on the grunt who now nursed his wounds. Flying through the air with more agility than someone of his size should, Kahn unleashed a superman punch. Dazed, the grunt was then wrapped up by Kahn who had darted around behind him. And then,

 

Suplex,

Repeat,

Suplex,

Repeat,

Suplex.

 

Three german suplexs left the grunt incapacitated and with a notable spinal fracture. Kahn had won the klomp. Leaving the pit, he and Ghazkoth descended into the Doomfort, down into the Braduk weight room. They discussed mid-set on bench press.

 

"Mi peepz lat iz bringin bak latz awld zignature move." Ghazkoth noted with a chuckle.

 

"Grapplin iz underated," Kahn responded whilst moving hundreds of kilos of weight. "mozt Urukz like tu blind punch agh kick. Ah purple eyed Albai kant dodge latz zwing agh goh foh da juggular if lat god em wrapped up agh thrown over latz 'ead befoh dey kan blink." The two laughed, Kahn re-racking the poorly made barbell. "Ah'll never beh az ztrong az ah woz befoh." Kahn said with a huff, speaking of his lingering stomach illness that flares up every so often, its most recent bout almost killed him and left him stripped of much of his muscle mass. However much he had built himself back up, it had taken a toll. Ghazkoth slid an extra plate onto the barbell, smirking. Kahn grunted.

 

"Duznt matter, lat kould flat an Ugluk blinded. Latz unborn kub probableh kould du id now." Ghazkoth stated as he repped out. 

 

"You were born too.." once again bounced across the walls of Kahn's mind. He would not fail, not after everything he had built up, and everything his ancestors had achieved. He would not let it be destroyed. Sitting up on the bench, Ghazkoth and Kahn stood silently for a few seconds.

 

"Weh are Bradukz, weh du nub kneel, klamba, wid ah hart ob zteel. Zkorchin iz owr dezertz zpray.

Traitorz death iz on idz way."

 

"You were born too.." 

 

[Malgonious 2758]

Malgunus would see Vrogrash and his loyal warband following suit, he would grin, running out to meet his old friend and previous Rex.

 

"Brudda rulg fur koming tuh mi brudda's side.  Ugluk whitewayzh skah wull bi flat undah mi and latz hozh klompin'"

 

Malgunus would lead them inside, to prepare for war.

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

20 hours ago, Travista said:

I'd like to suggest that we disallow people from making new characters for the warclaim, effective now. Yuh?

I completely agree, this is all Orc RP, i'd rather keep active Orcs in this RP rather than having PVP alts come just for pvp, this is a meaningful war between the Orcs

[Ethan the epic 115]

*Grokor'Lur sits in his bloarg deep in thought. Is war necessary? But this thought of peace is replaced by anger and bloodlust. Grokor'Lur then picks up his favourite blade and heads off to cause some havoc.

[Toastersaurus 412]

'Eadztompa da 'orrible'Azog boots a goblin off his mountain to signify his partaking in the war.

[ErikAzog 3575]

Nods to 'Eadztompa da 'orrible'Azog "Ledz gud in un diz wagh."