THE WALL, AND BEYOND

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THE WALL, AND BEYOND

5th of Sun's Smile, 1650

 

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[x] A VAEYL SENTRY STANDING GUARD

 

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The uruks amassed at the waking sound of the Horn of Yar, before the inner front gate, before their Rex. “Strange skah hab been spott’d bezide da Lur green plantation- east ob da Goi.” He boomed addressing his kin from atop his Myrzym- form clad from head to toe in the oddly entrancing styling of the bloodsteel suit, “Whoeva’ dares infringe upon our land will wish dey didn’. C’mon boyz.” The signal was sent and the war party marched the march to the Lur plantation. Almost immediately they were met with the sight of charred and picked bones, dusty discarded pelts and carrion from an amplitude of other animals. . .and a billowing fire which spewed acrid smoke. No one was in sight, but through the gore of what poor creatures had fallen footprints could be seen. . .

 

Naturally the orks followed. Over a dune they hiked, until the familiar sound of toil grew close enough that it was discernible. It sounded like someone - armoured, by the chinking of his suit - was digging: striking sand with shovel. The assumption wasn’t incorrect, for before them was an ominous, armour clad figure, clutching a scythe-esque weapon within metal digits.

 

He springed back as the uruks encroached, almost immediately assuming a militant response, “You! Invaders! Stay back!” He yelled with vigour, brandishing the bronze scythe. The orks merely laughed in his face and prepared a great charge, overwhelming the alien interloper: the mighty Raguk Wargoth Hazurk’Raguk hacking through his oddly brittle armour with a gnarly cleaver. The suit ruptured and from within seeped his soul. . .only to dissipate into the atmosphere.

 

A REPORT WAS FOUND ON HIS BODY:

 

 

The orks were taken aback by his abruptness, and by the content of the report - the mention of a separate civilization of orks. But they soon realized who he was: An orderman of this Vaeyl Order- thought to be a legend, for only those in the most Southern of the continent had come to blows with them. It was odd to see them this far North though, they thought; this prospect alone seemed to pique their curiosity. For thereafter they beheld what he was digging and they marvelled.

 

Jutting from the sand was a grand arch- crafted from a bone white quartz. It sparkled in the otherwise harsh desert sun, the tendrilled beams of light seeming to pull them further towards it. “Lets peep wub dis skah **** woz diggin. Get diggin, bruddas!” Cried the Rex, his Narishgoth, clan-mate and self nominated right-hand seconded the order a little more vigorously. The war-party began excavating as commanded- for in recent years discipline had been hailed holily and so they learnt to abide by the booming orders of the Rex whether they liked it or not.

 

Those who had the sufficient tools used them. Those who didn't scraped the sand away with their hands frantically until lo and behold, the entirety of archway was revealed.

 

As the light sparkled through it brilliantly. The uruks approached. Svel, a slave, took the lead. His fingers brushed it. In a fleeting moment a great torrent of purple light broke through the very air itself and expanded outwardly until it consumed the space between the archway. It was no archway, it was a portal! To where, only GOD knew. . .

 

“Snaga.” The Rex boomed, “Lat goin’ thru’ asht. Mi nub ‘aving ash perfectly ‘osh uruk flattin’ ta’ dat mojo.” He gave a nod to his Narishgoth. Hazurk knew what this meant: he prompted the slave forth with a jab to the back. Svel looked back to the Rex- he was stalwart as always; as he was the day he decided to join the uruks as a slave to their whim in the hopes of achieving honorary status. He stepped closer. . .and closer. . .until the purple consumed him; it ripped him from the presence of the uruks and whisked him to whatever Krug forsaken place lied beyond. The orks simply looked back in awe.

 

“GO, GO, GO, BRUDDAS! WE’S GOIN THRU’!” Yelled Hazurk, seeing that every ork went through until it were only he and the Rex remained on the desert-side. “Mi goin’ first.” The Rex said with his usual stiff tone, the Narishgoth responding with a brief  “Akrex!” Much like Svel, they too were consumed by the veil of swirling purple.

 

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[x] REX LEYDLUK ENTERING THE PORTAL. 

 

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They were greeted by a reception of four similarly clad men and the snows of the Yatl wastes. They were all armed to the teeth and equally as hostile, though somewhat confused at the arrival of the uruks. The foreman stepped forth, greeting the Rex dryly. A standoff ensued: they exchanged harsh words and harsh inquiries until eventually the situation bubbled over and they came to blows- Shelob and Darg’ska wrestled one, Hazurk struck down another, Svel and the Rex battered a third and Tajo assailed a fourth, until they, like their desert-scouring counterpart were left cracked asunder like oysters.

 

A report was found upon his body. It too spoke of these Deep Harbour.

 

Rex Leydluk averted his sights to the south, thus.

 

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BACK IN THE UZG

 

“Throm’ka, bruddas.

 

Through our pursuit of war I wish to secure the living space and the vengeance that our kin deserves. But before we mobilize and march upon the soil of the dagger-eared rapers, we must look south. For beyond the wall there lies a civilization of uruk - much like ourselves - in a place known only as Deep Harbour. We must enlighten these distant people of our customs, our culture and bring them into the fold of Krugmar. 

 

Only thus shall we gain the living space we need, and only thus shall we cut the tall trees. Only thus shall we secure the existance of our cubs and only thus shall we solve the dilemma of the wood elven problem. And as a singular we will rise once more to our Second Golden age!

 

 

 

Ash hai, ash UZG, ASH REX!”

 

The Rex sprung a roman salute and so did the cheering uruks.

 

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[PraiseTheLord 868]

Hazurk'Raguk hastily constructs a camp around the two portals with the help of his Ragukian clansmen and Clan Braduk. "Ang gund griizh." he boomed as he roman saluted the banners of KRUGMAR

 

                                               

[senor_tortuga 692]

 

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[!] Tajo the Bald pulls up a strong roman salute as his REX gives this inspiring speech. "Dis es an opportunity given ta us by tha' spirits ta ascend ta greatness!" Tajo says with surety before he moves off to continue his research.

[Vilebranch 410]

Skorkon'Gorkil flexes his mucho muscles before giving a strong roman salute to his Rex. "Perhapz diz am an oppurtuniti fer deez nativez tu lern frum uz, agh for uz tu lern frum dem."

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((Ngl I really enjoyed reading this, though you guys should use less thick Blah if you want people besides Orcs to fully understand it. Whoever made that Orc artwork deserves a golden medal Jesus Christ))

[herculean_wud 3662]

1 minute ago, Veist said:

((Ngl I really enjoyed reading this, though you guys should use less thick Blah if you want people besides Orcs to fully understand it. Whoever made that Orc artwork deserves a golden medal Jesus Christ))

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my character speaks in like the least thick blah lol, in comparison to some orks. and ye my guy @HONOR made it, rlly good artwork, told him to do commissions but he refuses to))

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[!] GHOLUG'BRADUK raises an arm lazily to the sky upon hearing this, a half-bottle of grog still in his grasp. "Lûp-Krug! Bring t'ese los' brothers back to Krugmar! Let the Wood Elves fear the name of the Deep Harbour!" With this, he returns to his drinking, belching loudly as he continues about his day.

 

[Slothtastic 761]

The Braduk Warchief did a strong Roman salute, “The Braduks Rhinos will gladly clear the way of any dagger-ears or other obstacles.” He laughed, patting the side of his Rhino, Lurkah. 

[Travista 1361]

"Ash hai, ash uzg, ASH REKX!" Shreck'Lak booms, producing a roman salute.

 

 

[_Jandy_ 3519]

((well written and looks like some solid events. 

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