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[Smaw 2376]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PMP50b8Ouw

 

 

Kharak'Raguk would be the last to leave the Rex palace, having taken the time to finish the green he had been offered by Eath'Lur during the Wargoth council. He broke out into the open expanse of the desert, his now red eyes shot with intense rays of sunlight. At a brisk pace he walked along the burning sands of the Uzg, snacking on a bag of Halfling toes as he made his way toward the Raguk fort. He brimmed with an obvious excitement, muttering to himself in between crunching on his snacks.
 

"Flat. Hurr-hurr."

"Spikez. Yub, spikez."

"Big zhit, hurr-hurr-hurr."

"Yub, mi likhe dat."

The lumbering Wargoth crashed into the enormous iron gate of the Raguk fort, grumbling as he reached for his bag of jerk Kha tail. He waddled inside, all of the labouring Raguk pausing to take notice of the near-insane ramblings of Kharak as he made his way to his throne. They glanced to one another as they heard of his thoughts, smiles forming as they began to drop their pickaxes and skinning tools.

 

They huddled behind the Wargoth, listening intently to him speak a mixture of sensible and idiotic things as he progressed along the path. When he had arrived at his throne, he took a swig from his chalice and crashed down into the seat, rolling his head back as he downed some Ital Stew.
 

"Mayke ah Waaaghzhip!" He called out, the Raguk looking to eachother once again as they fist pumped the air.

 

 

They set out to the lift, to the fresh-air of the Uzg. Soot-ridden Ologs carried enormous amounts of wood as the Orcs and Goblins talked among themselves about blue greenprints. The group set down the materials upon the searing landscape, the Elders of the clan motioning for the others to begin work. Many of the other clans of the Waaagh Kush Uzg would begin constructing their own versions of Warships, a great clan competition swathing across the land.

 

Or was it more? Only time would tell, but for the moment, the Uruk would work within their own clans. Kharak'Raguk sat below the depths of the Uzg, reclining in his throne as thoughts of bloodshed and purple hills encapsulated his mind. He finished his feast of roasted Blueberry Yum Yum and Wud's horribly unappetising soup, releasing a great belch as he rose from the throne. He edged his way along the fort of the Redskin Orcs, making his way to the surface to assist his brothers.

 

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