FALUM'S HUNT

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

 

FALUM’S HUNT

[x] A Raguk explorer in the volcanic firelands

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Deep amidst the mist of the Firelands, and amongst several of his crimson brothers, Garrdum’Raguk sharpened his cleaver. The others prepared aswell. Blades tempered within oil and wood sharpened the natural arc of a bow. All of this beneath the tune of Megaflat’Raguk’s heavy metal guitar; it’s sound resonating across the cliffsides.

 

The Targoth stood, holding his blade flatlined, golden eyes inspecting it’s bite. He then turned to a dissimilar goblin. Skrew-luz’Raguk was the name born unto him. Tenacious and cruel words were exchanged, and soon commands were given. The goblin hurried offwards, pen and paper in hand.

To the Lurs:

Word has reached our borders of Falum’Lur, son of Vorgo’Yar’s,  illness. The spirits spit on his likeness, but the pantheon has not forgotten his sacrifices, nor the eternal warmachine that is Clan Raguk. 

 

If he is to die now, he would be barred entrance to Stargush’Stroh, our ancestral promised land. Thus, Targoth Garrdum’Raguk, bloodbrother to Hazurk’Raguk, calls to our warhorns.

We can save Falum’Lur’s soul, but only through impressing the spirits in his name.

Meet at us at the monk’s temple the next Grand Harvest, and together we shall bring a bounty so large neither of our clans had ever seen. Only then, will he reach immortality in the Halls of Krug.

 

Signed Garrdum’Raguk

Scribed by Skrew-Luz’Raguk

"Ang Gund Griish."

[Next Saturday 3PM EST (6/15/19), meet at CT. Basically just a hunt event.]

[Guzr 2050]

Garrdum’Raguk nods approvingly as the letters are sent out. 

[LaffenOutLoud 355]

An ex-snaga of Falum had her head bowed low as she read the parchment, coiled hair drooping along the sides of her head. When she finished she gripped on it tightly in her hand, eyes adorned with warpaint below lifting with determination as she spoke, ”For Falum.”