An Honorable Cause

[Reece Nolan 996]

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[!] A rolled parchment containing a message for all who behold it would arrive in Krugmar.

 

     ”I cannot speak for my brothers and sisters in Clan Ireheart, nor will I attempt to do so as I have already questioned their honor once. It is clear, the animosity between both Orcs and Irehearts is a thick and darkened blood that runs deep in our veins. With the grudge still going strong, it is however unclear to me whether we will ever make amends for the damage done. For the Orcs that have been disgraced for so called ‘honor’ in duels that actually hold no honor at stake. It is my wish to even the playing field, even if it is just myself acting upon this, I still hope that by attempting to honorably complete my trials that I may set an example for those after me that not everything need be solved with blind rage and fury.

 

     It is in this message that I propose a rivalry to the Orcs of Krugmar, an antithesis of the grudge if I may. As you may very well know I have formed a Blood Oath to bring honor back to the Ireheart name in my own way, and I have set out on foot to do just that. This rivalry would be one of a competition rather than hate, a display of strength rather than a showing of brutality. One as to say, ‘Come back when you’re strong enough to face me’, rather than the humiliation of taking the skin off of ones back. At the peak of this rivalry will then, and only then, honor be brought into question. The hide on the back of the Orc’s hand being wagered, and the skin of my chin along with my beard being my wager. Should I not be strong enough to overcome my opponent in an equal playing field, it would be the skin that my beard grows from that shall be severed, preventing me from ever growing it back again. Should the opponent lose, the skin on the back of their hand is less severe than their entire back, however it would be nearly impossible to hide that said Orc had lost at the hands of an honor bound Ireheart, thus branding them the lesser of the rivalry.

 

      It is now that I ask for three different Orcs of different clans, different colors and walks of life to step forth and become my rival in good faith, rather than the throws of a falsely proclaimed Honor Duel. It is here that I wish to grant this aforementioned even playing field so that we both may have the opportunity to prove each other wrong with a smile on our faces, to prove that both Orcs and Irehearts have honor, regardless of whether one or the other wishes to admit it. While this may unfortunately not bring about the end of my kin’s grudge, I hope that it may right a wrong in another way, as a sort of apology.”

- Durgar Ireheart

[fetty bridgers 4492]

The Rex Ugrad’Lur, would scratch his head, “Wub ez Krugmar”

After un-rolling the piece of paper even more, he places his glasses on as he begins to read. Frowning at parts where it mentions honor. “If da Irehearts want to show they have honor, they kan prove eht demzelvez. Wih have zhown on honor. If mi recall, two irehearts attacked ahn old shaman in their houze, where they were then ztabbed to death by a female wood elf slave. Quite a shame for them to attack the elderly, however even then we continue hold our ground and not throw a fit, or what latz so blah a grudge if mi rekall. 

If the ireheartz wunt to keep coming and dying over ahn over agayn, let them. Da only think they manage tu beat ub ez elderly and twig mutherz whu kannub defend themzelvez. Let them dizplay their actions to the other nations of Arcaz, let them zmother the dwarven honor they so proudly proclaim, let them zhow the nasty nature of themselves. Latz ez doink zomething hozh, but before latz azk fur thingz on the behalf of your clan, get them in on this redemption process too.”

[AmericanSimp 512]

An aging goblin peered over the parchment for a time before quietly speaking to himself, “Chugaz grukz diz azh iz different frum dah udur Ireheyrt Ztowtz,” the goblin’s voice flowed with a sense calm within his drug littered crib, “Buh mi iz peepen mor tu peep wub wyl happun uf nubazh, ztepz furwerd...” 

[Mickaelhz 4300]

“Want to see me do it again?” Asks Utak Ireheart, looking up at the sky in an attempt to reach the female Rex of old.

[Titanium430 578]

Merrak Ireheart scoffs, remembering the recent war with the orcs in which he fought . “Moi Papeh nae smash da Orkos enteh da grund fer moi verreh famleh membah teh troi en forgive dem!” he grumbles as he adjusts his suspenders.

[Elite Snipes 3563]

Bakir’Ireheart raises a brow, glancing at the wall COVERED in orc skulls “Wot thah fok is thah greenskins talken bout?” 

[Anty 109]

Hey elite. that Raguk helm you stole from my house while i was inactive. Doubt those skulls are from actual RP.