[Snagagoth] A Claim for the Title

[AmericanSimp 512]

 

As Lüga “The Scarred” wandered around San Azgak, he would begin to notice something was lacking. Lüga would notice a lack of znagaz, a lack of the trade that once brought riches to the orcs.

Lüga then walking through the entrance of San Azgak, taking his father's skull from his head, before turning to face the orcs that stood before him. “Wen mi waz juzt a kub, dah pinkez flatted mi popo, dey flatted mi momo, agh dey evin flatted mi brudda…... “ pausing as he began looking around at the group, his eyes lacking emotion as he continued, “Dey tuk mi az a kub, turnz mi into a znaga wen mi kud nub evin klomp. Mi ztrugld tu zurvive, ztrugld tu git grub, buh mi dih nub giv ub!” his roaring voice filled the air as his body began to pace back and forth between the crowd. “Wen mi wud nub werk dah fiyldz no mor, da pinkez zent mi tu der znaga klomp pyt, mayd mi klomp fur mi fridum, agh az latz peep, mi flatted ani znaga dah pinkee zent ut mi!” 

 

Orcs around Lüga would begin to listen to his every word as his tone would switch from one of pride, to one of revenge, “Wenz mi klomp’d an flatted dah bezt deh haz, mi pinkeh znagagoth gav mi freedum…..” he would pause holding the skull of his father before every orcs face. “Dah pinkeh, tukz mi famlyz zkullz, agh wen mi peeped dem un mi znagagothz wall, mi flatted dah twigge znagagoth, an mi tukz wub bi minez.” Lüga then turned away from the group, the many scars from his time as a snaga visible upon his back as he placed the skull atop his head once more. “Mi wyll nub peep, anotha brudda bi a znaga tu dah pinkeh, mi wyll bryng dah pinkehz tu da goi az znagaz tu da Wagh Uzg.”
The black uruk would slowly move to the nearby wall grabbing one of his two axes, thrusting the weapon into the air, “Mi wyll git miz revenge az da niew znagagoth, mi wyll makez da znagaz klomp fer dah chance tu bi azh ub latz znagaz.” he would pause, taking in a deep breath before letting out one more thunderous roar, “Mi challenge da Znagagoth fur dah tytle, fur deh nub gruk dah lyfe ub dah znaga lyke mi gruk, mi wyll zhow de war uzg a niew breed ub znaga!!”

 

As the scarred uruk walked through the crowd to his blarg, himself, and the orcs of the war uzg awaited the response of the current Snagagoth.

 

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Targoth Korgahk’Gorkil the Honorable would smile hearing the recent challenge from Luga saying “Hozh Brudda, Leyt dah Zlave Trayd ub Krugmar rize again agh da Glory ub Krugmar reach new heights. ANG GIJAK ISHI!!” He would roar before wandering off into the goi to write up some plans.. 

[peachcool 602]

Reza’lur snickered at the speech but she’d let her pride down as she surrendered her Krugmar Snagagoth title as she long planned to retire. “Mi wihl be bak.” she stated as she ventured off towards Mau’Madur continuing her life as a Snagagoth there instead of Krugmar.  

[Banned 347]

"Hozh zkah, bruddah Luga!"  a wandering Ram roars into the barren wastes that surround the crown jewel of Krugmar.