A new Rex

[Elite Snipes 3563]

After the challenge was issued to the Rex, Akrukil’Lur, Korgahk waited patiently for the Rex to answer the challenge. Soon enough the reigning Rex showed up clenching his fist saying towards the Wargoth “Leyt uz Klomp Korgahk”  Korgahk simply nodded calmly making his way towards the big arena where he witnessed the fate of Rexdoms and arguments decided in this exact arena. Korgahk clenched his fists digging his feet in the warm savanna sand readying himself for probably the most important fight of his life. 

The Lur Rex let out a monstrous roar before charging the Wargoth, the fight commenced. The Rex landing some early and solid blows on Korgahk, dazing him for a second before quickly recovering and landing some blows on the Rex, the Rex finished off the Wargoth with a swift hook to the ribs, then followed by an uppercut to the jaw making Korgahk fall on the ground. Akrukil won the first round of the fight, but it did not end here.

The Gorkil Wargoth rose to his feet dusting himself off, Korgahk would not make the same mistake he did in the first round. Korgahk readied himself once more raising his fists and bouncing lightly on the balls of his  feet , focusing on his strong opponent. This Time Korgahk charged at Rex Akrukil, but before they collided he side-stepped, evading a right-cross from Akrukil whilst delivering his own right-cross to his stomach, causing the Rex to hunch over with a large exhalation of air.  Pivoting on his lead foot, he’d turn his body with his momentum, sending a looping left haymaker that collided behind the Rex’s ear. Akrukil was caught off guard by this sudden maneuver, his balance leaving him as he dropped to the floor and onto his back, but he was not yet out.  Korgahk was stood over him and descended upon the Rex, landing in side-control.  Akrukil slowly came to his senses, attempting to push against Korgahk however he pulled Akrukil’s arm up, disabling him from pushing against him, then sliding his own right knee across Akrukil’s stomach, now in knee-on-belly, beginning to slam punches into the Rex’s jaw, who was now unable to defend himself effectively and soon becoming too concussed and ending the round in Korgahk’s favour.

The Final round would decide who the Rex of Krugmar would be. Who would the spirits deem worthy of the title of Rex. Akrukil stood up grunting at Korgahk assuming another fight stance and readying himself for the final fight that would decide it all. Korgahk took a deep breath focusing himself once more before walking towards Akrukil which the Rex met with his own approach.

Korgahk, emboldened by his previous victory, entered with two swift jabs, one landing against Akrukil’s guard, yet the other sleeping through and landing against the Rex’s forehead.  However, Akrukil had swung his right fist in a looping haymaker toward’s Korgahk’s face, which he had not noticed, causing Korgahk to stumble back, raising his guard.  Akrukil kept up with him, preparing for a left-hook, causing Korgahk to brace.  Yet it never came, as the Rex feinted the punch and quickly shot forewards, picking up Korgahk with a double-leg takedown, taking the wind out of him as he landed, a cloud of sand rising around the two.  

However, not allowing himself to be disheartened, he locked both his feet around Akrukil’s waist as the Rex postured up in his guard, sending a fist into Korgahk’s cheek, then another against his forehead.  Dazed, Korgahk instinctively reached for one of his arms, which he managed to find, gripping it tightly and pulling against it whilst yanking the Rex towards him.  Akrukil, not understanding grappling proficiently, collapsed forwards ontop of Korgahk, unable to deliver powerful blows at close range.  He’d manage to pull his arm free, placing it against the ground to posture back up, however Korgahk wrapped his arm around it again, yet this time he had placed his left leg on the outside of his knees with his other leg’s ankle placed against Akrukil’s stomach who was hanging over him.  Akrukil did not have time to react before he was lifted slightly, then his knees being swept from underneath him and his arm yanked, causing him to land flat on his side and Korgahk swiftly rolling ontop of him in full-mount. Akrukil wriggled his arm free again, covering up the side of his head to defend incoming blows, yet Korgahk did not send any, instead wrapping his arm around both his neck and arm, gripping it in a tight circle, the Rex finally tapped out touching Korgahks forearm signifying he gave up still in a head-and-arm triangle..
 


Korgahk let out a joyous roar of “Ang Gijak Ishi!” lending his hand to help the Rex up which he accepted saying “Good Klomp Brother, you fought well” Akrukil slightly nodded simply saying “The spirits have spoken. Good fight brother” He said once more before walking out of the Arena, clenching his jaw. Korgahk turned towards the few orcs and honoraries watching roaring out “I declare myself Rex of Krugmar! I will serve Krugmar to the best of my abilities and let us celebrate this moment with a FEAST!” Korgahk said raising his fist to the air eyeing each of the people watching. Before walking out of the Arena going to immediately tell his Lifemate Gorgosha of what happened.

(!) Posters would be pinned around the orc city of San’Azgak as well missives sent to multiple nations inviting them to the Feast. The following are invited. 

                                                                                                                              

 

- All the Clans/Citizens of Krugmar
- Grand Kingdom of Urguan

- Clan Ireheart
- The Noble concord of Renelia
- The Sultanate of Al-Faiz
- The Kingdom of Morsgrad
- The Carringtons

 

 

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 OOC: The feast will take place at Saturday, 3PM EST, 8PM BST  

                                                                                                                                               

[Gallic 1066]

Dominus(?) Fiil’Yar, a long-time critic of Korgahk, remains on strike but watches Krugmar’s well-being from her rural blarg. She reads the declaration as she waters her herbs.

 

“Wonder if it’ll be any hozh if I’m not the azh planning it.” She wonders aloud to those who know her location.

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

Would nod at the notice still wobbling in his chair smoking from his pipe  “Hrmm... letz peep yf diz Rex blahz hozher uf Luara” The Goblin states before waddling back to the Shrogo cave as he and his Shrogo bretherin conversed of the new rex and our expectancy 

[_pr0fit 3084]

Vykk reads over the missive from somewhere in Norland “The kingdom of...” he looks closer at the missive “Morsgrad? that’s not correct.”

 

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[AstriaS 4988]

The High Keeper read the poster and as it landed on her desk. “Morsgrad is the name of the city.” She commented with an idle sigh, folding the document and casually dropping it into one of the cluttered drawers of her desk. “Too bad I already have a coronation to do that day.”

[Nozgoth 3083]

Neizkul’Gorkil the Snagagoth cheers valiantly for his brother, slamming his fist against his chest.

[Liv 485]

A robusk Raguk Warrior, renowed for her skill in combat and war times snores sitted somewhere within the lands of Krugmar, as if the news unfazes her, maybe a return is needed to claim a final Raguk victory over the new Rex, but maybe not for this Raguk is … sleepy

[Urahra 5777]

Far from the sandy dunes of the War Uzg, in a cozy house just outside of Helena, Gragmar the orc sits on the carpet playing with her new best friend - Sir Cheddar the orange corgi.

 

As she picks up a ball and tosses it for Cheddar, she suddenly gets a feeling of impending doom. The distinct feeling that the red jerkface who klomped her into unconsciousness and broke her arm before literally kidnapping her... had somehow become the Rex of Krugmar.

 

Her human fiancé, a mustachioed and recently retired government bureaucrat, glances up from his book as he notices Gragmar staring into space. “Something wrong, my dear?” he asks, taking a sip of his evening tea.

 

Gragmar shakes off the feeling as Sir Cheddar drops his slobbery toy ball into her open palm. “Nub, nub...” she mutters. “Probablee nubfin’.” And she throws the ball against the nearby wall for Cheddar.
 

((OOC: post meant with love and good humor obviously lmao congrats dude!))

[libertyybelle 6187]

Mary Lucille receives her personal invitation with a beaming smile. “How kind. I will be sure to make time to attend!”