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A busy crowd stood in the heart of Krugmar, one with a keen eye could notice not only the Rex's personal scribe but also his chef, Grubomanca’Rax. 

 

“Grubogobbo, mi wuntz latz finezt twiggeh zoup.”  Rex Zhot mumbled before taking out a green cigar and putting it into his mouth. The blue orc then let out a hearty chuckle as he went to pat his goblin companion on the back.

 

The goblin with a chef hat eagerly nodded, hastily starting to flip pages in his cryptic cooking book. “Yub yub, lat expekt vizitorz?” They asked as they looked up from the picture-book.

 

“Da klanz o’ old, da frendz o’ old.. da diplomatz.. da twiggehz, da ztoutz, da pinkiez. Iz tik.” 

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New Goi, New Friends

 

With the newly built goi on its way, the Rex of Krugmar believes it to be a time of new beginnings. It is well known that not everyone has the most positive opinions regarding Krugmar. Grudges of the past as well as fears should be shoved aside; a new city means a new beginning. Therefore, it’s time to get off on the right foot. The following invitations are extended to celebrate new beginnings:

 

To the Clans of Krugmar, whether old or new

 

A call to all uruk, goblin, or olog clans that live or have lived within Krugmar. It is the Rex’s priority to make the loyal clans of Krugmar feel validated. It does not matter how small your clan is or how big, you are invited. Whether you are a Lur or Lak, a Braduk or Gorkil, you are hereby asked to come feast at the new goi! It should be noted that any uruk that believes their clan should be an official one, are also invited.


 

To Diplomats of Far

 

With the new Goi, the Rex will be able to hold meetings within a proper castle that shall be built within a goi. He is open to discussion and is willing to solve problems or create bonds with other cities. Now that the Rex is capable of receiving guests, he is more than eager to come to a few pacts with others. The diplomats interested should not be worried about their safety, it shall be guaranteed by the Rex and Uruk of Krugmar. You won’t fall prey to banditry within our territory.

 

To the Following Nations

 

The Rex would like to personally invite the authorities of the following nations to a feast where we shall discuss urgent matters:

 

-To the King Of Haense, his Aulic council, and his guests

-To the King of Norland, his esteemed council,  and his guests

-To the Maheral of Healun’or, his silver council, and his guests

-To the Sea Prince of The Crown of Elvenesse



 

To the Whitewashes, Scattered Through the Realm

 

The Rex has promised that any whitewash who believe that they have been brandished the foul name unrightfully shall be received as well in Krugmar. They can present their case to the Rex and attempt to prove their innocence. If you are proven innocent, you will be welcomed back behind the walls of Krugmar. If it so happens that your case is denied, you shall be escorted out and sent on your way.


 

Now or never

 

Though sent to many, this invitation should not be taken for granted. This is a one-time invitation to any and all. If you don’t take us up on this invitation, yet you ask for one shortly after this event, then don’t expect us Orcs to take it. If you can’t value this invitation and shall only care later when we are useful to you, then don’t bother at all. You can take this chance now, it shall be the only one for the oncoming period. 

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Signed, REX ZHOT’RAX

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The Rex's ghostwriter looks on 

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"Tiz iz gud newz. Mi lyke new goi. Wagh when?" Bazur would grin, thinking of Grubbomanca's fresh elf stew.

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The small, maimed and scarred goblin grins as he begins corralling and stuffing toalaks of all shapes and size into his turtle shell, before mounting his faithful steed, Grumbo'Lak. "WI RYDE BRUDDAHZ! TUH DUH NEW GOI!"

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Rap'lur smiles at a picture of him throwing bacon into his mouth during a particularly warm cooking session, where he was forced to remove his jacket.

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The High Keeper smiled as she heard of the new city. "Good for them. The old city was a bit cramped. I hope this new one serves them well."

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Kretz'Ox wouldn't seem to be the happiest about these news of a move, but he could only let out a small sigh as a reaction. It was sad to see orcs move so soon again, but anything recarding the move or such was none of his business anymore. And it wasn't like this came out of no where, this had been known for a while now. So, Kretz just started packing up his belongings and bringing them over to the new city.

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Ragaakh let out a loud huff, shoving the last log within the wall. A pyre burned before her, tendrils of flame licking at the overhanging shrubbery; she'd been finishing up one of the last rooms in the keep, the Spiritwalking room, when the horn had been blared.

 

"New goi, new bruddahz!" the orcess hummed to herself, squeezing out from the tiny doorway. With a roll of her eyes, she chuckled a low, "Curze dah Rex for making mi door zo zlim!" as she departed for the square.

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Grubomanca'Rax waves his comically large spoon around menacingly as he walked into the new Goi, a small tear falling from his eye. "Diz iz nize, yub yub."

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21 minutes ago, Mickaelhz said:

-To the Sea Prince of The Crown of Elvenesse

Evar'tir considers the lack of council invitation to Elvenesse and frowns! He waves it off as a typographical error and respects the outreach irregardless.

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