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"We didh nub finizh wud wuz startedh."

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San'Thraka, the Orcish Capital, stood defiantly in the searing heat that beamed down upon the Uzg. The Orcs of the Goi hustled and bustled around the city, partaking in their daily activities of hunting, klomping, and studying the works of Shamanism; to name a few. The Rex, Kharak'Raguk, sat on the ledge of his throne room, peering out upon the vastness of the desert. As he looked down toward a nearby pond, he caught sight of one of his Orc brothers, fishing in peace amidst the waters.

 

He smiled at the sight, nodding to himself as he patted the sandstone beneath him. However, as he continued to scan the horizon he noticed several, dark coloured creatures lumbering along the sands. They were headed for the Orc, and did not appear to be remotely friendly. Kharak rose to his feet, observing as the fishing Orc took note of the towering creatures and began to run for the Goi. The Rex called out across the city for help, gathering a party of Orcs at the centre of San'Thraka.

 

The Orc from outside burst into the city, proclaiming dangerous, mutilated Ologs charging across the sands. Before anyone could respond, the monstrosities in question heaved their way into the city, attacking those that they caught sight of. These creatures were larger than the average Olog, with extremely dark, almost glowing skin of purple hues. They appeared to possess an immense strength, even for an Olog, and a resilience to match.

 

The two parties fought for several hours within the city, before at last, the remaining, corrupted Olog was slain. The Orcs cheered for a while, before taking note of those that had been slain. With sombre thoughts in their minds, they took the trophies of the great klomp to honour the dead, and turned to the Rex for answers. Kharak looked to the Huntsgoth, Varg'Lur and nodded to him. With that, a task was set upon all of the Uzg.

 

 

Venture out into the land and find the source of this corruption.

 

It would be destroyed.

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Mogroka would snarl hearing of the news, he would pack his necessities and head out.

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Pyzi stands strong upon the dead body of a corrupted olog she had just killed, with it's decapitated in her hand raised high.

 

"Fur da Zpyretz agh Rex!"

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Aeran hears of this.

 

"Maybe from shrines that create corruption...?" he mumbles.

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Vorgo'Yar would hold up an corrupted olog head high above him roaring "Wi muzt rid uv da buurz mojo dahtz korruptin da uzg!"

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*Grokor'Lur would be turning his bloarg upside down in search of the appropriate weapon for these creatures, he would seem to lose hope but then a faint light would flicker in the corner of the room, he follows the light and he would see a back pack, in it he sees his prized aurum sword. Grokor raises the weapon. "Tik fur huwnt."

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Gorgron huffs under the desert sun, hefting his spear over his shoulder before making his way across the sands.

 

"Der bi burz mojo ad wurk heer. Diz niidz tu bi znuffud owt agh fazt."

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5 minutes ago, Dakirennis said:

Gorgron huffs under the desert sun, hefting his spear over his shoulder before making his way across the sands.

 

"Der bi burz mojo ad wurk heer. Diz niidz tu bi znuffud owt agh fazt."

Wun nods thrice in agreement, looking down to Gorgron "Wun."

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In the aftermath of the battle, Brugash'Gorkil stands at the forefront of the gates among his brethren. Blood paints the floor as his fellow kin behead the enemies to claim as trophies. His loincloths remain damp, a crude mix of sweat and pond-water, for he was the lonely fisherman and the initial target for the beasts. After the commotion of the ordeal died down, he approached the Rex, hoping he had a quick moment to spare from his tight schedule:

 

"Rehx, dem olog der pozezz dah ztrengt tu wich da lyke mi nevur peep, culd dah zhamenz perhupz tri tu gruk dah orygin ub diz ztrengt? Ihf erry uruk wuz dah ztronk... dah pozzibylitez..."

 

 

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The Huntsgoth, Varg takes up his spear once more, tapping the pole on the sandstone floor of his home, before setting out in search for the source of this corruption.

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

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