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THE ORCS REMEMBER

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A Raguk flag stands in the black ash sea of the volcanic lands

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A red-hued orc would stand from within the camp, towering over the others as they feasted upon their hunted prey

“FUR TUU LONG DAH ORKS HAV BEEN ZHIT OHN BY DAH EMPIRE KUNTZ!”

Disgruntled murmurs would rise up from the gathering orcs, however still listening intently.

“FUR TUU LONG WEAK REXS HAV LED DAH ORKS!

Murmurs would contort into the nodding of heads, and some from the crowd even spitting offside.

“FUR TUU LONG DAH ORKS HAV FORGOTTEN TRADITION!”

Then, the shields and cleavers would start to clang together, rising up as a tide of sorts until it emerged a roar.

“WHEN WUZ DAH LAZT TIK DAH ORKS WON AH BATTUL? NUB UNDUR DIZ WEAK GOBO REX!”

The goblins would hurry to their war-drums, and the atmosphere darkened with anticipation, silence taking the air; giving space for the ork to finish.

“DIS DAY MARKS DAH CHANGE OB DAT! ANIAZH WHO ZTANDS WIFF DIZ FAKE REX ‘BURBUR’LUR’ AHM AH WHITEWAZH! IF LAT KLOMPS WIFF EMPIRE KUNTZ, LAT AHM AH WHITEWAZH!

 

DIZ AHM LATZ ONLEE CHANCE, ZTAND WIFF MI, OR LATZ WIHLL FAZE DAH WRATH OB DAH RED TIDE!”

 

Then, as the ork’s final words escaped his maw, so would a flurry of roars from the rowdy crowds. Once more the war drums sound, once more the steel is sharpened. And once more, the orks shall return to strength.

 

With that, the orc and others who agreed, left the camp, the only time they shall return, is for bloodshed.

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“Kallin Krugmar whitewazh? Mi gruk dey were ztrange, but da Ragukz realleh bi lozin der mindz.. “ A goblin murmurs in the Undah Goi.

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An aged Uruk drags his index finger along the tusk protruding from the right corner of his mouth as the information would reach him, his nostrils flaring up in excitement as the words “Red Tide” were mentioned. 

 

“Wedur ur nub dey klomp wid da pinkiez, diz iz dah mentaliti dat dah urukz hab lozt. Mi may hab tu mayk ah return shordli.”

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Burbur’Lur shrugs and banishes this Raguk, and any who ally themselves with him, not that any orc in their right mind would.

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Wargoth Murak’Gorkil stood with Rex Burbur’Lur, ready to lead his Warriors into battle with the dishonourable Clan ”Ragukz are kauzin’ zkah ugayn agh zeekin’ powur over der own Kin.  Imagine mi zhokk”

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Cuk’ku’Gorkil remembers the dishonorable gobo Rex, struck with fear, putting orcish word to shame and turning on the elves to join Renatus.

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20 minutes ago, Thornz said:

Cuk’ku’Gorkil remembers the dishonorable gobo Rex, struck with fear, putting orcish word to shame and turning on the elves to join Renatus.

Remembers those same elves burning their nation instead of defending it in the first place.

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Daguk'Raguk would hear upon the news he would beat his belly before chuckling through his large tusks taking a seat at a very nice spot upon the floor in the middle of the wilderness not wanting to answer the call until a proper Raguk would call for him

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Korgahk’Gorkil stands beside his father, Murak’Gorkil and his Amber wolf, licking its lips ready for its first taste of Raguk blood and flesh. Korgahk would hoist his battle axe over his shoulder before muttering “Mi popo blahed about dese Raguks agh deir dishonor..... Tik to peep if Dey lozt da skill to Klomp as well. 

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Trazha’Raguk scratches his chin. He’s unsure of what to make of this. (Raguk has had low activity since the start of the map. Just rejoin krugmar ffs.)

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Nazark'Gorkil wonders why the Raguk’s would prefer fighting for the elves than the empire. Are they not both the ones who we once called enemies? What redeeming quality should we see in the knife ears compared to the sharas? No matter though. His thoughts meant little as he was no leader, though neither were the Raguks. If the redskins take issue with the decisions of the Rex then they are obligated to either challenge him and defeat him or recognize his might and fall in line like everybody else. They deserve their right to challenge. Should they win or lose such a challenge though their opinion on the matter until they emerged victorious.

Might makes right, prove your might or fall in line to the righteous. 

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“Da Raguk Rexez am da azhez dat mayd uz weak! Wiff everi battul we fought, LAT ZKAHIN’ LOZT! We’z wun moar wif Burbur than ANI Raguk Rex lat dumb zkahz. Nub tu mention, wheyr am lat’z peepul? Mi peep onleh gahk Raguks!” Spoke a Braduk. 

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