A package for the Dominus.

[ABruhMoment 609]

A package for the Dominus.

13th of The Amber’s Cold, 1789.

 

     “You are hereby deemed guilty, for the crimes of interbreeding, treason, and contempt against the Crown of Elvenesse.” - Olorin Telemnar.

 

     And thus, the judgment of the Mali’ame Casca Terin was given. For the betrayal of her kin, she was cast out. Branded as a betrayer, and maimed to remove any semblance of her original race. Guardsmen took their turns, handing down the punishment given. Until what was left was nothing more than a disgraced humanoid. 

 

     “We will not take pride in this, lliran. This is not something to be joyful about.” Remarked the Sea Prince himself, for this sentence was brought by the ire he felt on the audacity of the guilty party. 

     “Prepare this filth for transport.” Hissed Tharandil, the ‘aheral was nothing short of disgusted. He had hoped for summary execution, but the disgrace the ‘ame would linger in was satisfactory. The woman was then prepared for transport, being hauled by Taal and Evar’tir. The Honor Guard made their way to the Orcish blastedlands. Soon arriving at the front of the makeshift city. The woman, who to this point barely clung to life, dropped at the foot of the main entrance. A shout boomed through the Orcish village. “Dominus of Krugmar! We have returned your ***** to you!” Tharandil shouted. It was only moments later, various Uruks of various shapes and sizes arrived before the elves. The two parties exchanged words a moment, the Uruks giving accusations of dishonor, and the elves regarding the woman as nothing more than a nuisance they have hand delivered back to her lover. The Dominus of Krugmar. In a final farewell, Tharandil remarked: “Enjoy your prize, Dominus.” To which he then turned and departed with his company. There was no protest from the Uruks, for they knew that had a battle ensued, they’d only be further disgraced.

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5 minutes ago, ABruhhMoment said:

makeshift city

 

5 minutes ago, ABruhhMoment said:

Orcish village

 

6 minutes ago, ABruhhMoment said:

There was no protest from the Uruks,

 

“This person is a liar.” Says Fiil’Yar, a witness of the scene, upon reading.

[BenDaMack 20]

Korzkub’Lur would crack his neck and ready his ahzl steel arm blade. “Lookz like itz Twigeh meat for dinner tonighd!”

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1 hour ago, ABruhhMoment said:

for they knew that had a battle ensued, they’d only be further disgraced.

 

“How do you become disgraced from winning a battle?” Vykk muses to himself

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There was no protest from the Uruks, for they knew that had a battle ensued, they’d only be further disgraced.

 

Zok Braduk had seen many battles in his day. Since the victory of his clans over the Kaxils, he had refrained from partaking in the combats that often plagued the Rexdom of Krugmar, and the countries beyond their borders. He had dedicated himself wholly to the pursuit of enlightenment from the Spirits. Even so, he had looked on with disgust.

 

“Matin’ with snaggaz... Not klompin’ deez preetentiouz twiggiez. Dah Dominus muzt anzer insultz wit blood.” 

 

He snarled a bit, spitting out some chewing tobacco and phlegm of a mottled hue that stuck to the floor.

 

“Perhapz itz time mi makez dah return.” 

[StokedOff 456]

Krothuul’Ram would march his way into the Goi with a furious look plastered upon his Ashen face. He held a bucket of the blood from his last sacrifice to LEYD in his left hand and began dunking his right into the bucket and splattering blood all over his chest and face . The Targoth of the Krughai would roar out to all those gathered in the goi “Dah Twiggiez want to bi tuff hmpppfff? Lets peep wub dey got wib der new found confidenze.” hur hur hur hur he chortled out “Mi am unleazhin dah Krughai tu collect dah scalpz ub everyazh whu inzulted mi Dominuz. Dah Krughai will nub bi held back nub longur!” The behemoth of a Ram would yell out as he tossed the bucket still full of blood to the side, spilling it all over the floor of the goi “Dah twiggiez whu dizhonur Krugmar will FLAT!”

[DAENGIE 514]

Halvar Edvardsson’s expression would grow sullen as he read over the accounts of what had happened. “While im no proponent fer cross breedin...Tha seems a bet harsh...” He’d say as he read over the last of the report. He’d sigh before tossing the paper into a nearby pile, cursing in partial old norlandic. “Lowkey not vibing with that...”

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2 minutes ago, DAENGIE said:

Halvar Edvardsson’s expression would grow sullen as he read over the accounts of what had happened. “While im no proponent fer cross breedin...Tha seems a bet harsh...” He’d say as he read over the last of the report. He’d sigh before tossing the paper into a nearby pile, cursing in partial old norlandic. “Lowkey not vibing with that...”

Tharandil would ponder over the punishment handed down. Yet his mind was put at ease as he remembers a certain detail. “There is never a harsh punishment for an elf that would threaten the life of a newborn Mali.” He’d decide. 

[Hephaestus 1326]

       Grishnaakh’Raguk but made a clicking sound against his own tongue, nay long lasting growl escaping his cracked, ancient lips. In a turning of his heel, the pallid man pressed forth in strides, closer to struggle marches under plate, managing a semblance of disgust in the crunching up of his nose. Where his wrists were, not long ago, stubs only remained, hidden below his gauntlet, of which took the engravings of esoteric curses, waving about at the arid heat of the air he ventured through.

 

”And, just as I find solace in the heartlands of Malin.” He wheezed about, through the brewing of smoke that escaped his lips, before himself. He gathered herb-laced saliva in the back end of his throat, spit cutting through the air but moments afterwards, as a pellet would. ”Spirits have mercy on your wicked sons.”

[Mickaelhz 4300]

“Pick a fight worthy of fighting, your kind will only know victory over those who have crumbled before Urguan years prior.”

says a greying dwarf, sitting in the Utak-Ireheart-Left-Arm-Memorial-Nightclub, located next to Krugmar.

[ReveredOwl 5639]

“It seems the orcs are more angry that the elves had the audacity to return the orcs lover to them and publicly shame him for inter-breeding than they are the fact that the Dominus has a relationship with his slave, pitiful.” remarked Boniface.

[shortchangehero 4217]

Reynault continued to shuffle the deck of cards, eyeing his fellow I.S.A Cadet as he finished explaining what recently transpired between the orcs and elves. “What the ****,” Reynault muttered whilst he chuckled. “Orcs acting like elves and elves acting like orcs. Everything’s so backwards nowadays,” Reynault began dealing out cards to the other three soldiers at his table. “I miss deh good’ol’days where orcs were orcs, elves were elves, ehn humanity killed’em both,” blurted out one of the soldiers, the table now loud with laughter.

[NightOfTheWind 3226]

Sat atop a cracked throne, the man many know as Dark Dael quietly rested sideways upon the armrests of his seat. “Ah, this keeps getting better and better! I cannot wait to see how this turns out. Hopefully no one is hurt too bad.” He’d clap his hands, his laughs echoing through the dark cavern he was in, nothing accompanying his voice but the slight dripping of moisture from the stalactites above.