The Throne of Krugmar

[Panashea 3327]

 

 

“Mi must rayze my peoplez out frum dah azhez, agh intew dah lyght wi onze proudly ztuud ihn.”

 

-Kulgarok’Lak, Wargoth of Clan Lak to Philip Frederick, Emperor of Oren

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

[Translated to Common.]

 

“This is not the Rexdom I left so many years ago” stated an irate Vaktismo’Azog, his eyes set firm on Kulgarok’Lak. “We sit here, weak and on the eve of our assured destruction at the hands of humanity, smoking cactus green as though nothing were wrong. Our people starve, our lands are infertile, and we have little time left to save our peoples.”

 

Kulgarok let loose a torrent of smoke from his nostrils, his eyes rolling about as he would slowly begin to take on the effects of what he’d just ingested. “You are right, Vaktismo, but what are we to do? We’ve no Rex, no Targoth, no Dominus. If we don’t even have a leader, how are we to change our situation?”

 

Vaktismo’s head lowered before suddenly jerking up, his index finger extending forward to point in the direction of Kulgarok, “You will claim the title you once held, you will be our Rex and rebuild the Rexdom of Krugmar.”

 

Kulgarok’s eyes lit up, the thought had crossed his mind but he never thought it as the solution until it was brought to his attention.

 

“Then that is what I shall do.”

 

With those words, Kulgarok moved out of the tent and mounted a podium in the middle of the city, calling the attention of those about him. As time passed, the orcs gathered before him, their voices thunderous in tone. His lone voice could not compete, and so he raised up his warhorn and let loose a blast. Following thereafter, he began to speak.

 

 

 

“Brothers and sisters of Krug. We have sat in stagnation and rot for far too long. Mankind and their kin have called us savages and beasts, monsters who only seek to pillage and plunder and we’ve done nothing to prove the contrary. Are we not his descendants? Are we not then, honorbound and strong as the Old Father intended? We are NOT the monsters they claim us to be, and we will show them. We will do it for ourselves first and foremost, then the banners of the Rexdom of Krugmar shall rise once more. For the good of Krug, for the good of the spirits, and for our ancestors. We are orcs!"

 

 

Slowly and in a calculated fashion, the new Rex of Krugmar raised up his helm of bone, breaking the cap and facemask from it, leaving nothing but a circlet of bone which thereafter found it’s way atop his skull. The Rex was crowned.

[Galendar 631]

Vaktismo beats on his chest, chanting in celebration of the momentous day.

"Krugmar! Krugmar! Krugmar! Krugmar!"

[Travista 1361]

Reserved

[Textarea 719]

Omar Grimmer'Lak chuckles to himself.

[Caravaggio 146]

((Reserved, working on and RP post.))

[Slothtastic 761]

Jukha frowns as he sees Kulgarok become Rex once more. "Nub'hozh.... dizhunurable he wuz mi zweyr it." He says from Stargush'Groh. 

[herculean_wud 3662]

 

The notable, hunched and ailed form of the Wargoth Kuntklobbera'Raguk strode into the sand-battered and stoic Goi, eyes set upon his proud kinsman. His face was turgid with stifling disrelish, and burned a ferocious crimson akin to the blood that circulated his form, and that of the blood that stained the sandy grains as a direct forthcoming of stupidity. His stature remained hunched and faltered, but he promptly straightened it, gritting his obtruding tusks and the myriad of jagged boney appendages that jutted from his reddened gums incessantly as he encroached upon the erected podium. Within the curled clutch of his right hand he retained a spear, which served moreso as a staff rather than something to be used offensively. With every fleeting, succeeding step the adornments clinging to his 'staff' rattled and jangled fiercely, his visage growing furthermore malicious. He halted thereafter, bringing his spear up to point its silver, well-formed tip in the direction of Kulgarok, opening his mandible simultaneously to grant those who listened his input:

 

"I had high hopes, Kulgarok my brother, high hopes that with your newly appointed position you would make some attempt to rebuild our greenskinned kin to at least something contestable. Instead you wish to abandon our contemporary allies so that The Dogs in Orenian leadership can have their way. It may prolong us in the shortcoming, but what will we do if the stoutfolk buckle and the Human men have no one other to afflict but ourselves..." He paused for a moment to breath, and relieve himself from a tormenting itch at the back of his throat with a raking cough, "We should stand together upon the terrain gifted to us, for if we are to agree to the terms fabricated by the Orenians, I agree it may aid us in the shortcoming, but they will inevitably strive to scourge us with an onslaught once more and either subjugate our kin or eradicate us entirely. At least behind and amongst the legions of the dwarves we will contest Orenian rallies.

 

Though not physically, YOU. HAVE. BENT. THE. KNEE...

 

and for that, Kulgarok - brother - I cannot respect you."  He spat, lowering his intricately formed javelin, his lips pursing afterward.

 

"All those who wish to rally behind Kulgaroks treachery do so, but I shall remain here..." The red Wargoth concluded, lowering his glare to the sand, before making his exit.

#FreeWud

[Samoblivion 532]

A proclamation is issued from the Wargoth council and others:

 

KULGAROK'LAK HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM POWER. A NEW ASSEMBLY IS CALLED AT SAN'KHARAK.

[Daisy 9739]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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