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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE GRAND KING

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11th of the First Seed, 1791

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There is no such thing as a Good Orc, however some are far worse than others. Swift Urguan has always been to aid a friend in need, and this case is no difference. Attacking the Kingdom of Norland unprompted, members of Clan Raguk saw fit to attempt to enslave and kill members of the Norlandic Royal Household, though such efforts were thwarted with the timely intervention of former Grand King, Utak ‘The Liberator’ Ireheart.

 

As Grand King of Urguan, I know the character of the Raguks and their ilk, and it is poor. I remember well how they slighted our folk fifty years ago, and desecrated our holy underrealms with their presence at the invite of Clan Frostbeard. Such slight and many others were crossed out during the Krugmar Grudge War some two decades ago, though clearly it was not enough, and clearer still be that these red-skinned sons of Krug need another reprimand.

 

The Council of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan has seen fit to unanimously back the Norlandic people, and prosecute war against the Orcish Clan of Raguk. However, I will not justify this conflict as a war, for Grand Urguan has bested far worse foes than a single clan of arrogant Urks and Grobbi. It is pest control at best.

 

Let it be known then. That a bounty of five hundred mina is to be placed on the head of every red-skinned Orc collected and brought before the Obsidian Throne. A Bounty of two hundred Minae shall be placed on every collaborator and ‘honorary Orc’ of Clan Raguk until said clan has been thoroughly exterminated.

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Aurar Ireheart – the ex-Royal Chef of Utak – continued to twirl his wooden spoon against the frying pan. Slowly pressing tender chunks of onions against the sizzling oil, the stout dwarf cranes his neck towards the former Grand King. 

 

“Ye won’ sum Raguk toes with yer curry?” The dwarf inquires, shifting his rear against the stone – lifting a butchers knife to join his comrades in the war against the orcs. 

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Donovan Freysson II smirks as he hears word of the Dwarves backing the Norlandic forces. ”I suppose the Alliance was a good choice. Although, I don’t remember Utak being there...”

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Aghuid Ireheart brandishes his blood tinted waraxe and sets it upon his shoulder, to go do a deed that has desensotysed him from doing it so many times prior. The executioning of orcs, but only this time, he was being payed to do it “WELP LADS, MEHTS BACK ON T’E MENYEHS, LETS FOK SOME SHET OP!!!”

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Bakir Ireheart sharpens his blade raising it to the air yelling out in support for his king and his nation “NARVAK OZ URGUAN! THE ORCS WILL PAY WITH THEIR LIVES!”

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*woolie reads this missive* “huh.. zkah, ragukz juzt pizzen ebryazh awff naw.. prollee did diz tuu make dem attuk krugmar bub et bakfyre untu dem enztead .. globz gonn guu extenct awt diz rayte pikkin fitez wiff ebryting”

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The Red-skinned Uruk by the name of Aanghunakh would read the announcement worried, hastily writing something down. 

"Ug Dwarv Kang. Wanted to azk if Red Skinz apart of other Klanz will also be huntad down..." 

- Aang

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The Alpha of the Ungri clan gets shown the missive which is read aloud by his servant Goblin as he sits on his makeshift Throne the massive olog buldering out in glee

 

"Ghahaha! Dah Ragukiez evahn angah dweddoz FLAT TU DAH REDZKINZ UB RAGUK! LUP'ENROHK!" 

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Well the orc’s mode of thinking is survival of the fittest, and it seems like the Raguk’s have bitten more off than they can chew.” he shook his head, “Less trouble making orcs at least.” would state the Ancient Azog, going to narrow his eyes at the notice, “Some orcs fail to realized that fighting the world is what brings you to extinction.” he shook his head, going back to smoking his peace pipe.

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Ayred cracks a silent smile. Raising his axe up over his shoulder. It’s time to finally put it to use.

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Dhaen Grandaxe stands before a beautiful art collection, each painting more beautiful than the last. She runs her fingers over their gilded frames, never forgetting the immense artistic skill it took to create each masterpiece.

 

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It was the second time hearing of the Raguks in a negative light, in turn bringing a frown forward. ”Teh news realleh is a lo’ te’day, why cant everyone jus’ liv’ in peace... a’leas for a day ta give mi mind a res’ from all this conflic’”

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“Ah guess t’ey need anothah ‘ammerin’.” He’d look at his warhammer, remembering how his clansmen had beaten the orcs, and would chuckle, loike t’e first toime wasnae enuff.” 

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Turge’Ram genuinely feels a roller coaster of emotion from start to finish, from the claim of there being “No good Orcs” to the news of the fresh bounty on the Dishonorable Whitewash, Matumakh. When the whirl of emotion is over, he pumps his fist halfheartedly. ”..Hurray, I guezh. Sorta feel worried fohr th’Bruddahz wihv Red skin who ain’t wagin’ wagh on everyazh agh their mother fohr’ah beef wihv azh perzuhn.”

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