The Exhaustion of War

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THE EXHAUSTION OF WAR

 

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The half-orc snickered upon hearing the news, a scowl apparent on his face. He was no stranger to war, to Groka war was a constant. He knew war would come, sowing hatred inside the hearts of many. He knew it would take and he knew it would leave only to come back again, eventually.

 

The sounds of war were singed into his memory; the chorus of arrows coursing through the atmosphere, the sound of flesh ripping and tearing, crackling of flames upon armor, and the agony of men’s screams resonating across the warfields.

 

Many a friend he knew had perished in war, exhaling their final breaths for a good cause, a well-thought cause. Yet, these causes had grown dormant, war was waged without meaning, life tossed into the well of death without care. War had lost it’s meaning, senseless hate.

 

However, there was but one cause left to wage war on. Groka knew this cause well. The cause of striking at war itself, exhaustion of common death was not to be taken lightly, yet it was.

 

Groka roared to a malnourished goblin, Imp’Raguk, to write a letter. The rallying of all nations in singularity against the main cause of war, the main peoples of which thrived on war. The same peoples that grew fat on rich delicacies whilst the common person starved; left in the mud.

 

[Kanadensare 456]

hot + first

[Lucahz 8]

“Well well well.” Says Luke Dunamis

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

 

[Boer 35]

Eyeplucka'Raguk would sharpen his cleaver, chortling to himself. “Mi gon flat'z zom znotti gitz, ya peep?” 

[Pancakehz 2279]

Vydrek Volaren nods at the statement of Luke Dunamis.

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Hanasun Chet looked at the old slaving fort Groka used to lead. He smiled. 

“Times were simpler. I fought for money. Now, I fight for the sake of war. To fight alongside Groka again, now, that’s something else to fight for.”

He rose from his campfire, surrounded by the vegetation of the Wonkawoods.

[D3F4LT 1026]

Krarrak 'Werdon' Ireheart would read this and think "Wot? Didn't yer kind attack us? And now ye asking us to aid you in war?" Would grab his pipe and would clean it

[Archbishop 1784]

“Shaking in my boots.”

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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