The Orcish Declaration of Waaagh

[Smaw 2376]

Ang Gijak-Ishi

Iron in the Blood

Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNMbd3GapW8

 

 

A whistling breeze swept suddenly through the humid Mesa, ushering in a cold that would gnaw at the bones of the Orcs that scattered around the Goi in their usual activity. The Uruk thought nothing of it at first, until the tides began to barge into the shore, knocking large segments of rock into the ocean with a resounding crash. It was not long before the rain followed suit, revealing the chaotic nature of the world as freezing waters cascaded around the city. 

 

At the docks, a small boat had barely succeeded in making it across the severe tides. From it stepped the Targoth, Gijaak'Raguk, a Shaman that had not been seen or heard of in a considerable time. He stepped along the soaked wood, rushing off in a fervent manner as he made his way into the central area of the city. The Orcs that had scurried for cover watched as the old Shaman braved the elemental onslaught, peering intently at his actions as he made his way to a risen platform.

 

The Ashen Orc reached for the necklace strung around his neck, and rubbed the central jewel which began to produce a violet hue. As he spoke out, his voice permeated the depths of each citizen's mind, awakening in them a response they had not known before. His voice would reverberate within the confides of their minds, each Orc too distracted to notice the howling winds that battered at their doors.

 

"Brothers and Sisters." He spoke.

"You hide from the world around you, as if you were not strength manifest..."

 

 

It had been many decades since the last fight between Krug and Iblees, and it seemed to Gijaak as if the Orcish populace had forgotten their true calling. Indeed, the world seemed to be declining once more into a state of darkness, and where were the Orcs to be seen? Dashing from one settlement to the next out of fear and weakness for opposing forces. The Children of Krug had lost their way; their strength. The once indomitable will of the Uzg had been quashed to nothing more than a meandering herd.

 

Meanwhile, the despicable creatures of Iblees would begin to form once again, thriving in a world that did not pity its victims, nor concern itself with the effort of driving out a pest that hungered only occasionally. But this appetite would grow, and expand into new avenues of degeneracy. For from the complacency of Mortal men birthed sinister Magicks, those that would rival even Undeath in their heinous nature. 

 

And who would take the charge? Who would stand to eradicate a threat that nature itself detested? The corruption so latent within the land seemed to have stolen the will of the Descendants. Yet Gijaak would see through the procrastination of his peers, and would look back to a time when the Orcish people were at the height of their potential. The strength they had inherited from Krug was unquestionable, and those that would dishonour nature and the Spirits would be cleaved from their Mortal shells before they were even afforded the time to respond.

 

The unwavering will and fortitude of the Krug's children would return, brought about by a new era of fury and diligence. 

 

"We will amass once more, Brothers and Sisters. We shall not be tricked into complacency.  We will hold the strength of Krug in our hearts, and fight back against the vile creatures that spawn from Iblees' corruption. We will hunt them to the ends of the world and further still. Waaagh upon the Bûrzum.

 

They think themselves Undead? We will kill them a thousand times, and a thousand more without mercy. Their skulls will falter beneath the weight of our iron boots, and their screams will rattle upon the steel of our blades. There will be no relent, and there will be no fear in our hearts. Until Stargush'Stroh, we will press on."

 

Waaagh!

 

 

And so was the Ang-Raakh, the Iron Cleave born, the revived Army of the Uruks. Plated armour would be distributed among all citizens of the Uzg, and training would begin on the many wars that were to come. The Orcish people would put an end to this menace, or forever chase them from the honourable Descendants. Over the coming days, a tournament would be held to dictate the three most powerful figures in the Uzg. These three would become the leaders of their own scouting parties, who would ride out into the world on the hunt for Bûrzum, or Darkness.

[GDPR 014 48]

A wandering shaman screeches. "WAAAAAAAGH"

[Pieman 1134]

Rex Gurak'Yar smiles as he sharpens his blade

"Nuw et beeginz ..."

[iris1612 1780]

Jakarra prepares to waagh

[colovian fur 8360]

Caius I, King of the Westerlands, dusts off his favorite childhood board game, remembering it fondly.

 

 

He hopes the War Uzg and the West can work side by side to rid the world of this wretched foe!

[Guest]

Abruptly an elf by the name of Kairn awakens, screeching: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

[MangoArt 399]

Chek'Lur sighed, disappointed he wouldn't be able to participate in the klomps to decide party leaders. The uruk felt competent, but could not walk and thus could not handle himself in combat without his wolf. He wondered if he could find another way to prove his strength to Gijaak, and lead a scouting party.

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Zlazh'Lur sharpens his spears and arrowheads while chanting "Krug Krug Krug!"

[erikur 91]

nagg screams victoriously

[z3m0s 1957]

Awoken from a deep meditation, a single deep breath sparked life back into Jolagh'Braduk, one of the last pure blood uruks of the braduk clan that held olog blood, his sleep had kept him at bay for many decades though it was unclear why he had awoken. He had not been seen since his blood was tainted with that of clan Raguk by Shagarath many years ago. Years of fermenting rage and focus on hate had awoken deep fury within him as he burst out into a blood rage, leaving his home left in ashes in the wake of his wrath, he set off to reunite with his brothers.

 

 

[Perkins 167]

A familiar blue skinned Uruk would head towards San'Torr with a smile "Dah nubded wuhll pay...Gharzh hab returned...WAAAGH!"

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