Ângh'âvul

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

^{_{Steam of the Forge}}

A sound of a hammer smashing onto metal could be heard overpowering the bustling of the Orcs that would now fill and crowd the square of San'Thraka. The Krughai would be scattered in each sector of the Goi working on their own projects for the upcoming Waagh. A great energy would fill each of these individuals as they would soon see combat, greatly worshipping the spirit of Jevex all the while. As Vorgo walked through the halls he would see the Orcs bumping into one another occasionally, soon breaking out into a klomp through disagreements and excitement. He would stand for a moment with a feeling of pride and honor as he watched some of the others go at it, his interest in the klomp keeping his attention. As he continued towards the enterance, he would at times pass by a Lak spreading their worship of the spirit that is constantly on their mind, Laklul, also attempting to convince others to kill any Tuk that might be seen on sight. He would pass by trying to put that thought out of his mind with an annoyed grunt, as he stands next to one of the enterance pillars peering into the distance viewing the landscape before his eyes. A small goblin by the name of Snawt'Ox would come beside him spitting out an "Ug", Vorgo caught by surprise would quickly turn, seeing the familiar face greeting his friend. As they would begin to conversate, Vorgo would glance off to the Goblin camp noticing the Trebuchet that was built by Snawt in honor of the Rex Kharak'Raguk. "Ahm laht reddy tu tezt da puwer of lahtz kreatyun?" Vorgo would grunt to Snawt delving in conversation with him.

Spoiler

Translation: "Are you ready to test the power of your creation?"

After moments of discussion, Vorgo would call upon the Krughai to enter the grand arena of San'Thraka, wielding their wooden swords and shields at the ready. One by one they would begin fighting some winning and others losing. Though a defeated Orc would be bested, they would be helped up soon after a quick breather would throw themselves in once again indluging themselves in the Orcish lifestyle of the Klomp. After some time, Vorgo along with his fellow Targoths would reach a higher ground to catch the attention Orcs within the chaos of the fighting. As the Targoths would speak with a near deafening tone, silence would fall upon the Krughai as they turn to listen. "Bruddahz diz ahm da tik daht hab behn duhlayd fur tuu lung uf ah tik. Zuun Bruddahz, WI GU TU WAAGH!"

Spoiler

Translation: "Brothers, this is the time that has been delayed for too long of a time. Soon brothers, WE GO TO WAR!"

 

Gruk'ku'Gorkil, Mok'han'Braduk, and Vorgo'Yar would raise their blades high in the air as the small speech comes to an end, causing the others to wildly pound their swords against their shields, a great roar of chanting would fill up the walls of the arena, being heard from far distances in the Uzg as they began to yell "KRUG! KRUG! KRUG!"

[herculean_wud 3662]

Wud cheers!

[HedgeHug 2049]

Spoiler

Good read Dan, as allways ;)

 

Shagarath grins in mild amusement, turning to creating hexes for the upcoming battles.

[Nug 2011]

Puzhdug sat by the golden field of wheat of the San'Thraka farm, sowing seeds and harvesting crops  when the news of the upcoming war had reached him. In reaction, a frown presented itself upon his face. "I still don't see fighting them as a wise action," he muttered out of worry to himself before he returned to his agricultural duties.

[Golin'Dar 151]

Snawt'Ox would check his blueprints over and over.

"Zkahin engunz! Ah, Krug, mi wizh mi wuz zmarter"

[Travista 1361]

Swampgoth Shreck'Lak would continue on the affirmation of the only just aspiration available for a reasonable ork: Tuk's destruction.

[Elad™ 560]

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