A Call to my War Brother...

[Man of Respect 5471]

A Call, to arms, brothers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carrying a note, Parthax, Eath'Lur's favourite blood eagle made its way back to the orc's house on his old, abandoned poorly taken care of little shack. "Oh, Phartax, thank you. Its good to keep up with the Uzg... I didn't feed you today? Well, here's your meal - a large chunk of meat "Now, begone, Phartax, I want to go back to bed again... today was a tiring day

 

He unfolds the copy of the note carried by the bird, probably written by a poorly-paid goblin.

 

 

 

 

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To the 'Rex' and orcs of the Uzg,

 

Much it pains us, the council and members of the Angathgûl, to see our old brotherin in such despair. The odds the Uzg must face are bigger than ever, for the past has shown the strength of humans to be of adequate force. It is in these dark times that the Angathgûl, and the Council brings forth a message to the 'Rex' called Mulgunuz of Raguk.

 

The shamans leaving was the result of the events that lead to your rexdom. Its very existence being utter falsity. In this madness leaving to find rest, peace and tranquility has shown to be a wise decision. For never before has there been such focus on the direct praising of the spirits. Never, we planned to abandon our brotherin in the Uzg. For we had promised to visit when in need. The presence of a shaman providing guidance, sharing his wisdom or utilizing its connection to the spirits would have been something considered a common sight in the Uzg. However, this you nullified by dubbing us as 'whitewash': a claim as false as your very rexdom. It is not US leaving the Uzg, that made the orcs of your city and lands loose the direct connection to the spirits, it was YOU. 

 

Revoke this claim. And the shamans of the Angathgûl shall forgive you, for the spirits would too. We shall visit and once more share our ways and vast knowledge on the spirits. We shan't move back, nor shall we fight for thee. The Angathgûl is an Order founded to be Neutral, in national affairs. It is for the better and your own safety, that there is a sea in between the Uzg and the Angathgûl.
 

 

 

 

With a loud and deep sigh, the orc opens the scraps of what can possibly be used for a note. Its all creased, probably stolen from a junkyard. He turns his stare to his ink deposits, noticing that he still has some from the last writing, so he begins to write a reply

 

"Brother. Dear brother Shagarath, the one whom showed me my father, allowed me to see my brothers and helped me to gaze into the past and listen to the histories that my grandpopo never got to tell me."

 

Rest, peace and tranquility cannot be made beneath an illusion. The truest peace is when we die in the battlefield to meet our long-gone brothers for some time. Be it in an eternal party, eternal clash, eternal peace, or, for the most sadistic or evil, eternal suffering on the bottomest layer of the ancestral realm. A place that hardly sees times of instability, lacks the influence of Enrohk as we can wash away the curse of Iblees if we opt for so.

 

Our greatest father, Krug, fought for a great purpouse. He also wanted peace, tranquility and rest, he wanted us to prosper, but, Iblees malefice caused him a terrifying grief, as so it did for the three other brothers. They deserved their fate, because they were weak, but the greatest of them all, Krug, did not. We were cursed with a thousand, terrible things for our lives, which shall pass to our children and came from our fathers. When I go there, I want to challenge Krug to a klomp day after day. I will learn, I will get stronger, I will purify my soul from the evil of the world as I finish the truest of my dreams, and thats if I get to know the greatest father of them all, better than the one that gave me birth, better than me. As so did my ancestrals agree.

 

The clan wars had shattered us up, our moral, our hope as it asked for a end of us all. We were lucky to not have the interference of rats. A thousand of years ago, brother, our ancestrals fought so we can have food on our plates without the influence of a spirit that I fear even to mention his name, filled with a great clarity and taste. We became strong, brother, as so did we get to subjugate the other races based off our strenght and soberanity - the last wall of all kin against Iblees.

 

Nowadays, a similiar danger falls upon us all. Orcs without the guidance of us, the shamans, whom are just like an orc. Yes, we are just like all other orcs, but, we were touched by the spirits, respect is a good thing, but you don't ask for respect, you earn respect, brother. The Rex himself might have called you a whitewash, as so did our other brothers that left the Uzg. My biggest interaction was on Anthos, and it was with Grool and Malog. They were both shamans, but they didn't plead for respect. At first sight, they had earned my respect. I do not ask you for such, brother, I do not plead you for such aswell. But a great shadow attempts to cover the valley of peace and future. If we are to not guide the orcs, who will? We cannot let them fall under the grasp of evil.

 

We need to show them the path. As so is why I decided to stay with our blood brothers. I do not ask you to come and fight for the Rex, but instead, fight WITH me, on these dark times. We are all of the same blood, of the same true father, and of the same blessings and curses. Do not throw threats while we have a slow, painful decline, brother. You might be close-minded, or maybe even proud and stubborn, but we cannot turn blades on eachother - as so did the Rams think. We have recently won a fight against the humans, but I do not know when they will return again, looking for our tusks like a dog that looks for bone on a scarce ambient. Rally the shamans - true of faith, certain of the future, as so do I think you are like this, brother, so we all may share our beverages and ale on the same barrels again. I miss you around here and I admire you, brother."

 

With a plead and humbleness...

Eath to Shagarath

 

[Mj. 697]

"Latz caled?" Drogg says, rolling up to Eath

[PraiseTheLord 868]

Turkurz'Raguk nods, wishing they came back, for they all have the blood of Krug.

((On a second note, Eath, this was GLORIOUS. It almost made me cry damnit.))

[Man of Respect 5471]

11 hours ago, Mj. said:

"Latz caled?" Drogg says, rolling up to Eath

 

"Oh yes, brother Drogg. It has been a long time since we've held our blades together and clashed our way to glory." Eath'Lur raises from his cranky seat, cracking out a large, true grin as he goes to headbutt him "I'm eager and excited to see you by my side, pointing our swords towards the enemy, flashing it in the way of the sun for our great victory. Cheer we hath, and cheer we shall once again, brother."