Ang Gund Griish

[Novastral 582]

 

Trazha'Raguk steps out of his tent and looks around the pitiful camp. Shabby construction and a fire pit with nothing in it to kindle a fire. The state of The Raguk Clan has been on the decline for some time now. In his mind, he always knew it was an inevitability with the wargoth's decisions. Like most, he was optimistic at one point. There was a constant stream of orcs bringing in materials to build their new home and forge weapons of war. There were regular hunts for slaves to toil the fields. There were talks to make peace with The Orcs of Krugmar. But somewhere along the line, the fires of industry burned out. The wood lazily stockpiled on one side of the camp was now rotten and unfit for use. The vast wealth of iron picked over and looted by scavengers. The pitiful farm sat unused with rotting crops attracting flies and the occasional rat. The purple orc lifted his arms and spoke loudly to the few Raguks lingering around their tents. 

 

“Da Machine Of Eternal Drudgery haz fallen silent bruddaz. Da cogs of industrii have beeyn clogged wid webs agh dust. Da pantheyon nub longur blezzes owr kin. Da Yellerz uv owr greyt zpiridz nub hav der warriorz leydin der preyerz. Dey nub hav der zacrifiyzez uv blood agh bone. Wurdz uv der greytnezz no longur are whizpered tu uz by owr elderz. Owr klan haz grown weyk agh fragiyl. Owr greyt bloodliyne iz now nubthin more dan insignifikant specs uv dirt in da uzg.“

“Da eldurz am rizponsible for owr zeparayzhun frum Krugmar. Agh now peep arownd lat. Da elderz am ahll flat. Der akzhunz aganzt dat azh wargoth led tu uz bein zhunned frum Krugmar agh zeeykin owt zhelter heyr. Da elderz blah'd dat wi wuld build a greyt nayzhun owt uv diz land. Azh dat wuld mayke owr anzeztorz proud, agh owr enemiez trembul. But wehn wi peep arouwnd owrzelvez now?”

 

The orc bent low. His fingers dug deep into the coarse dirt they had built their camp upon and clenched it within his fist. He rose back to his full height and presented the soil to those gathered around him.

 

“Mi peep nubtin but smoke, ash, smog. A barren land dat grows nubthin agh harbors nub liyf. Diz iz nub playz fur azh uruk. Owr playz. Owwr riytful playz am wid owr bruddas in Krugmar juzt az it wuz durin da reign uv Leydluk. The feud bitween owr elderz agh da gorkilz am ovur.  Wi hav no riizon tu ztey wheyr wi du nubthin but zlowlii withur awey untyl wi am ahll flat agh forgotten. It iz tik fur da Raguks tu riturn home! Bak tu owr bruddaz agh bak tu owr pazt glorii. Gathur now wid latz zhieyldz agh zults agh mayk da greyt machine churn azh mor! Now iz da tik for azh wargoth tu riyz agh du wub neydz tu bi done! A nuw generayzhun uv doz wid bluudzteeyl jawz tu zing da prayzez uv owr zpiridz agh fill da trenchez uv war wid bluud!”

 

“Ang Gund Griish!”

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

Zkrew-Luz worries about the state of the clan, wondering where Leydluk went (again). Still, he was too preoccupied travelling the wildlands and scratching his ass.

[Vaasek 224]

”Wub a hozh ideuh... go bahk tuh dah azh’z whu banizhed uz... zhunned uz... Bah...” one of the Children of Leydluk, Krutmozak’Raguk rambled to himself...

[1_Language_1 1671]

Madak’Braduk sits idle, threading together a new outfit made solely of bones. She gave a gentle shook and they rattled. “Hozh, mi like bunez.”

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Korgahk’Gorkil would take a moment away from Klompin, he would mutter “Mi popo haz taught mi Daht Raguk wuz dishonorable, agh disgraced showed tu bi ah Rogue group.... Mi gruk uruks am strongest united agh Klompin togetha, Agh mi gruk krug would want uz to be United, Let’s peep Wub Raguks will du now” he says returning back to the arena, Ready to fight another opponent. 

[osumanduas 1442]

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