Challenge for Rexdom - Mûrak'Gorkil

[TheNanMan2000 473]

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A New Challenger Approaches

 

From deep within the Desert North of plundered Krugmar, a Challenger marches the waves of sand and sharp effaces of stone.  A black furred Demigryph, decorated with scars from past hunts, with a brown skinned and equally scarred rider atop, wielding his famous Poleaxe.  Beside him are his loyal Clansmen, Shakul’Gorkil, ex-Rex of Krugmar and devout follower of Azog, greatest Blacksmith and 2^rd born son of Gorkil.  Another, Nazark’Gorkil, a long-standing Farseer of the Clan who’s knowledge keeps us standing.  Then is Skorkon’Gorkil, a past Ugluk, riding his own Ugluk Bull as a monument to his past Clan, dedicated to the 3^nd born son of Gorkil, Ugluk the renown Warrior. So is Rokag’Gorkil, a Lutauman under the famed Falum’Lur and an Orc who’s legend is still in the making.

 

The group of Orcs, bound by blood and the steeped history of Clan Gorkil, pass Krugmar’s battered walls and ransacked buildings on their march to Fort Stronk, it’s grim display a reminder as to the adversity Orc-kin face, and the result of falling to it’s foes.  Such a fall shall not be permitted, an oath whispered by Murak, although fully knowing his Ancestors and the Spirits were listening.

Finally reaching Fort Stronk, standing tall as a bastion of Orc-kind’s final stand and surrounded by the ocean, the group of Gorkils march through the camp and into the keep, declaring infront of all Orcs present

 

“Ay am Mûrak'Gorkil, pazt Waghchief ov Klan Gorkil, loyal bruddah ov Waghgoff agh Targoff Vorgak’Gorkil agh pazt Waghgoff, agh Rex, Shakul’Gorkil, now Waghgoff ov Klan Gorkil, challungez all whu zeek dah title ov Rex to ah azh on azh, unarmed klomp in Zan’Khatun, dah Goi in dah Dezert!”

 

Spoiler

Coords to San’Khatun – X: 1484   Z: -2023

 

[Simochii 72]

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*A tiny Raguk kub cheers on from the sidelines as the challenger appears*
 

((First to comment , booyeah))

[Clayphish 149]

Namyra the honorary watches on as the Gorkil makes the announcement that rings over the ocean bound fort. "Hmm ... A great Hunter and the orc who sparked my passion for monster hunting. I could think of few greater Rex's than him. He has my support."

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[_Elrith_ 4525]

"I don't know if I can count the amount of Rexes there have been in my life on only two hands. I'll have to get another." Elrith comments, wandering about.

[Slothtastic 761]

“Pazt whytewazhez kan nub bekum Rex.” Spoke a Lak. 

[Vilebranch 410]

Skorkon wipes the elf blood from his blade, "Murak mayd hozh Wargoff, Murak will mayk hozh Rex. Pluz azh."

[Pond 1069]

"Diz git ahm destined fur great fingz. Hi ahm young, and will lead dah uruks intu ah truu goldin tik. Hi ahm duh unlee got day kan du it anehway. Unlee Klan leedurs kan bekom Rex." The old and tired ex-Rex, Gurukk'Lak stated as he gathered his belongings, preparing for his pilgrimage ahead. 

[HortonHeardAWho 243]

A goblin snickers, for despite the desert being much a distance away word of this would likely spread fast; he looks north, as if trying to see the desert despite the distance being so far from his own residence.

 

“mE DUn gRuK wHU mUrAK iZ bu’ mE gRUk ZhAkuL bAD!”

 

Truly this uruk GOBLIN is wise beyond his years, I mean he must be for making a smol paragraph for a reply on some random post so that he may voice his opinion even though it really doesn’t matter.

[Dragonslayerelf 654]

4 hours ago, Slothtastic said:

“Pazt whytewazhez kan nub bekum Rex.” Spoke a Lak. 

“Bud diz azh haz ulweyz bihn nub’whiytwazh in hiz miynd agh zoul.” spake a mysterious Gorkil.

3 hours ago, HortonHeardAWho said:

A goblin snickers, for despite the desert being much a distance away word of this would likely spread fast; he looks north, as if trying to see the desert despite the distance being so far from his own residence.

 

“mE DUn gRuK wHU mUrAK iZ bu’ mE gRUk ZhAkuL bAD!”

 

Truly this uruk GOBLIN is wise beyond his years, I mean he must be for making a smol paragraph for a reply on some random post so that he may voice his opinion even though it really doesn’t matter.

“Lat peepin’ tu klomp?” the same Gorkil would say, his metallic leg creaking as he put pressure on it.

 

+azh

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

The boat tipped, and lightning struck the waters around it. A goblin howled as he fell overboard. A wave came upon the small ship, smacking Glottgut while he ran to the edge to look over.

 

"WUB DA SK-" Plonk! The orc nearly fell off if not for the boat tipping to the other side. He looked for what had hit him, and sliding across the deck was a corked glass bottle. Glottgut scrambled towards it, knocking over barrels and crates, goblins and uruks who desperately hung on to what they could. Despite the chaos he was able to grab it, and struggled through the rain to return below deck. Not as if it was any less chaotic, meat and supplies crashing against the walls, but at least the ceilling didn't leak so bad.

 

"Hozh bur Murak!" He laughed heartily from within his cabin. "Nub bur dat Shakul azh.. agh, klomped ah whole WAAAAGH tuh flat 'im. Eh, wubever, nub kare." With that, he stuffed the parchment back into the bottle, tossed it aside, and laid across his makeshift bed.

 

Of course, he had forgotten he was the captain, and of the goblin navigator that had fallen over. 

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Mi Zupport dis act Murak, Latz vill beeh Hozh Rex