GREAT KLOMP OF THE REX

[Gallic 1066]

GREAT KLOMP OF THE REX

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TO THE CITIZENS OF KRUGMAR AGH ITS ALLIES,

 

     In the wake of recent war, the Uruk-hai were stifled, but no more: From the ashes rises Rex Akrûkil’Lur, to lead our people into a new age. In this moment of peace post-war, the incumbent Rex has decreed a coronation and triumphal celebration finally be held for his rise to the throne. On the 20^th of First Seed, 1770, a great ritual will be held in honor of KRUG to which all guests are welcomed to bring their own offerings in support of, then with his eyes upon us we will klomp for his glory.

 

Of the world, the foremost peoples welcome to come participate in the celebration of the new Rex are as follows:

 

• Citizens of the Warnation,
• The ‘Ker of the Hegemony of Renalia,
• The Highland Folk of the Kingdom of Norland,
• The ‘Ker of the Onyx Sanctum,
• Spiritualists of any nation.

 

     After the Rex is coronated, a great KLOMP will be held in the San’Azgak arena between those gathered. The tournament will be fought bare-handed with provisions provided at the door, ensuring Krug witnesses only raw skill and not the product of equipment and preparation. All warriors are welcome to participate, and will be rewarded with a feast of grub and grog afterwards.

 

(( The coronation and tournament will be held Friday, 5/29/2020 at 3 PM EST. ))

 

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- Dominus Fiil’Yar, kub ob Thurak’Yar

[ninjaclimb1 432]

“klomp!” kolaz said excitedly, before remembering that his chest was cut open and wouldn’t be allowed to fight.

[BadArtifice 14]

“Bub’Hozh! Mi am ready fur zum klompin!” Ragazh’Lak would exclaim loudly

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

Keaton, adjusting his tabard, prepares to attend the coronation. “Akrukil, that bloody bastard? How’s he doing? Does he need a hand with anything? Har har, I know. I’ll attend!”

[Boomzerang 515]

Rex Akrûkil’Lur prepares himself for another night of drinking, partying, and brawling.

[prolo04 31]

"Worff troyin'." Ramohk shrugged, excited for the tournament.

[MC_BreadStick 203]

“Isn’t t’at teh orc lad ah fixed teh ot’er day?” Lillian thinks aloud as she sips her tea “Cool-... Cool-“