Reztoreytion tu da Znagaz!

[Nozgoth 3083]

[ORCISH MUSIC/AMBIENCE]

Restoreytion tu da Snagaz!

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- San’Azgak -

Deep within the savannah, in the orcish city of San’Azgak, many orcs of different kinds crowded the square. Neizkul’Gorkil clapped and cheered as he watched over two goblins having a tussle over a bear. The sounds of wardrums and tribalistic calls filled the city, though something told him this would not be the main event for today. The fight went on, when Neizkul saw the old grump known as Snawt’Ox… the current Snagagoth. “Oi! Iz dat da oxxie? Da Snawt’Oxxie?” he’d call out arrogantly, stomping forth to the goblin and towering over him. “Latz know, Mi’d kwuite lyke tuh hav uh klompz wit latz.” the uruk spoke out again, yet Snawt refused and stalled. He tried to get Neizkul to play some game of minds, for he knew that accepting a klomp was to doom himself. Neizkul, being the uruk he was, grew bored of his conversation and swept the ‘Ox off of his feet, gripping him by the neck and lifting him into the air. “Wi arr gunna klomp fur da tylte, ur latz wel giv mi da tytle.” grumbled Neizkul, yet suddenly- about 4 goblins unsheathed their weapons and dishonorably took the side of the elderly Snawt’Ox. They shouted rabble at him, like “Dizhunurable!” and “Oi! Dun’t tuch da eldeer!” among other meaningless insults and phrases. Two goblins even took the liberty to attack Neizkul, one hitting him in the left ankle with a hammer and the other slicing his leg with an axe. Blood dripped from his leg in the slightest, while his brown skin darkened and turned purple- a clear sign of bruising from the hammer. Neizkul dropped the hag-of-a-goblin on the floor, he fell with a thud. The rex eventually intervened, stating down terms which Neizkul was fine with, yet Snawt was not. At last, Snawt decided it would be fair if he could choose a challenger, and so he did. Neizkul and a female orc by the name of Rhuk made their way to the arena, no armor, no weapons, they fought barefisted. It was a fast-paced tussle with sand and blood, fists and feet flying both ways and it had been quite the narrow and close fight. Neizkul got the upper hand, pounding down upon Rhuk until she gave up. The young uruk was ridden with triumph and victory, he raised both hands into the air, letting loose a mighty cry of war before gripping the hand of Rhuk and helping her up. “Hozh klomp, brudda.” he’d murmur, before marching off into the city to get right to work! “NEIZKUL’GORKIL IZ DA NEW ZNAGAGOTH!!!” he bellowed, chanting it along the way as he walked back into the square for all to see, blood dripping from his cheek and bruises in other areas. T’was only the mere dawn of what was to come, the glory and reputation of the orcs and their slaves were due to return.

[!] Notices would be pinned and posted around San’Azgak from now on, harsh writing upon them read: “Oi’m da new znagagoth, dat meanz znagas muzt be run tru mi firzt ‘nd iv anniwun gotz uh prublim wid et, oi’m ‘ere. ~Neizkul’Gorkil”