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Execution of KUDRA and GAR'RAKAT


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EXECUTION OF KUDRA AND GAR'RAKAT

Issued on the 8th of The Grand Harvest, 1763


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Our terms not followed, a mark of your cowardice. Numerous times will you seek to plague and infest our borders with your barbarism and false hearkening of honor. You threaten our people, and many others and dare attempt to kill them in your baseless bloodlust. – Only to be turned asunder, your form adrift onto bare embers.

 

We gave you the offer to fight for their freedom, with out-numbered terms in Krugmar’s favor. You declined like the filth you are. Where is your honor now?

 

He is to be made as a symbol of your feeble attempts, what will befall of your kind. A totem of your failures and the many more.

 

 


 

NARVAK OZ URGUAN

 

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Nagorain wipes of his sweat from his forehead as he did a fat run with the boyz for couple of coward orcs.

 

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Longbeard Hieden Grandaxe would slap his belleh menacingly reading the missive from his manor.

 

An lo’, dey’ see deh’ end ah’ deh’ road fer’ dishonorin’ oor’ kinfolk and friends.

 

Rubbing his belleh, he would think of planting the banners ontop of Krugmar.

 

 

 

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Targoth and Wargoth Korgahk’Gorkil frowns hearing the death of one of his Gorkils saying to himself “Deze ashes wizh tu flat a Gorkil yub? Dehn dey zhall feel dah wrath ub Klan Gorkil, ANG GIJAK ISHI!!”

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The blue ork, now ironcast, was placed in the vast, expansive halls of Urguan. His death was painful, but he had, in his eyes at least, died with dignity. For he had died with his faith stronger than ever, even amongst the countless dwarf legionnaires which surrounded him. He had died for LAKLUL. ((Given consent for the name, as I pk’d))

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Ramohk'Ram, the towering black orc, his horns curling on his silhouette and his single eye redder and redder with anger at the dwarves. "Dum' gitz...lat wil zoon peep dah angah of KLAN RAM! Latz will beg fo' peaze den, lat zimp midgedtz...mark mi wordz.." And so he growls and stands up, preparing his Tomahawk going to train at the arena.

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