Mitchell 6 Share Posted July 3, 2016 Upon looking at one of the posters scattered around several towns and cities you see one that's been crudely made of some sort of leather upon inspection it explains how a group of Orcs are looking for work as mercenaries or body guards. The barely eligible script explains that the group currently consists of three Ologs and dub themselves "The Butchers". As well as detailing that they can be found at the cloud temple every third and fifth day of the new week during the time when the sun is at its highest. Then goes on to explain that if you have work and require their blades, remove one of the leather parchments and write your response on the back; then by courier send it to the cloud temple to one of the red skinned Ologs, detailing the type of work involved and the pay for it. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smaw 2376 Share Posted July 3, 2016 Kharak'Raguk would pen a letter immediately, having it sent via Goblin to one of the Ologs. It would read: Return to the War Uzg, or your life will be forfeit. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bardmancer 942 Share Posted July 3, 2016 Nurena'Yar squints to read the illegible writing... And ponders the ability of Ologs to read and write. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonificus 2741 Share Posted July 3, 2016 "Demz zmurt ulugz. Zmurt. Wun zmurt." The often disappearing giant comments. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
marimbamonk 1501 Share Posted July 4, 2016 Meditating upon a silent, windy hill, Brunhyldir seems fairly occupied in his dreamworld. He is awoken suddenly by a fierce slap to the face. *thwak!* After a moment of confusion, Brunhyldir opens his weary eyes, seeing no figure or animal around him. The hill is as silent as it was when he had begun meditating. Looking down in his lap, however, the orc notices an odd slab of leather hide. He hadn't brought that with him! Brunhyldir flips the leather hide over, and on the back is an ad for a group of Olog mercenaries. It must have drifted with the wind, Brunhyldir thinks. After reading through the notice, Brunhyldir chuckles to himself, smiling. His weary eyes begin to close again. "This is not the time," he murmurs. "But I will remember this." He takes the leather advertisement and tucks it into his knapsack. The Shaman's eyes close again, the peace of the hill returning into his mind. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elad™ 560 Share Posted August 17, 2016 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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