Laying Claim | Lur RP

[Guzr 2050]

LAYING CLAIM TO VOTAR’S LANDS

Votar Furturn Azland

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LURS RIDING INTO THE BADLANDS

 

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The night’s sky carpeted the Orcish mesa as the Lurs rode atop their lur wolves; specks and dots of stars shining through the atmosphere as if the sky was a tarpet over the mortal plane, and the ancestors had poked holes through it.

Apart from the lur wolves’ breathing, and the occasional chatter of the lurs, it was silent. The fauna had gone to sleep, and those that were still awake stayed silent in fear of the nocturnal predators. 

 

In the distance the Stone Basilisk, the Lurfort constructed by Ugrad’Lur, rose as an ashen silhouette. The fort’s banners flapped in the wind. The Wargoth held out his fist, halting the brigade. 

He looked around, humming. These lands were clearly gifted to them by Freygoth. The fauna, the flora, the springs of life overgrowing into the surface.

They had cultivated it, hunted in it, lived in it, constructed forts on it. It was theirs.

Then and then, Ugrad threw a spear into the ground, marking the outline of the 

lands. At the top of his spear, the banner of Kor was displayed. Signifying those that come unwanted or unrequested would soon meet the wrath of Kor.

 

“Mi claim dis land for Clan Lur. It was gifted to us by the spirits. These are Votar’s prowling grounds.

 Beware.”

 

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[Gallic 1066]

Dominus Fiil’Yar, responsible for allocating Krugmar’s land, adds her seal of approval to this claim pending a veto from the Rex, not that they needed it. As the Lurs have indeed been hunting there for quite some time, she gives them a blasé thumbs up.

 

“Gorkils need a fort too, though.” She adds, in case any boar-boys feel forgotten.

[prolo04 31]

“Diz remindz mi da’ mii’z go’a fin’ zom free zpot fo’ dah Ramz wen we retuhn.” Ramohk said, tending to his wounds while a dead mountain lion roasts over a campfire.