Flûst a Grish

[HedgeHug 2049]

Flûst a Grish!

Victory in Blood

It was a calm day in the Westerlands as the heavily armored uruks arrived at Bastion. Their crimson plate covered with the White Hand of Raguk shining in the decaying  sunlight. Darkness spread across the realm, activity in the nearby woods picking up. The sons of Krug were about to make their first move inward the lands controlled by undead. Bravely they charged past the palisade and began ferociously slashing away at the never ending hordes. Led by their wargoth: Kuntklobbera, they made their way through the woods. 

 

After a few hours they had successfully liberated few small outposts from their necrotic hosts. The palisade walls marked with the raguk symbol. - Gahnaak, the youngest of the group took point and sought to scout ahead. Returning he made report of a grand opponent on their path: an undead Olog. Little time was wasted and the warband, now comprised of four fully armored Raguks strode onward to meet their foe.

 

The dark air became filled with warcries, chanting in old blah and the faint cries of the behemoth. Gijaak stood back and chanted to the spirits as Kuntklobbera and Gukdan approached the Ologs legs. Gahnaak flanked around and with clever usage of his grappling hook he made his way onto the beasts head. Their foe quickly became overrun by the powerful fists of Krug - wielding the crimson blades of the Raguk Forges. The earth did shake when the mass of undead flesh and bone came plummeting to the ground.

 

Their victory was but brief, as more hordes closed in on the group. Recomposing themselves they made the wise choice of calling it a day and retreating to the safety of Bastion. They got what they came for:

 

The Raguks made their first move in the effort against the undead

 

“Angh Gund Grizh”

 

 

[Moby_Derp 163]

Gukdan would sit within his blargh, cleaning and polishing his armour.

"Ah hozh advanze agenzt dah nubded... Wi am ztill nub finizh'd huwever..."

[herculean_wud 3662]

"Angh gund grizh!" Roared the Wargoth, his plate slathered in a thick exterior of a necrotic ooze - the putrid lifeblood of the beasts they had slain. 

[Pinochet 356]

the old nagg'raguk smiles upon hearing the news, encouraging such actions to his brothers

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