PAY LAT TEEF OR FLAT

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PAY LAT TEEF OR FLAT

[!] A caravan of orcs approaches Elvenesse. Wagons are pulled by war beasts as the orcs blast a horn, bringing the entire group to a stop. Four bodies are removed from the wagons and laid in front of the gate, wrapped in fine cloth. A lit candle burns at the feet of each of the bodies, filling the area with the scent of spiritual greens. The bloody weapons, used in the heat of battle, stain the cloth as they lay next to their owners in an attempt to help them reach their afterlife. A lone orc approaches the front gates unarmed, putting up a notice for all to read:

 

"Today, mi and da bruddahz (h’dub of uz) klomped azh’dub twigiez agh flat futh with nub cazualtiez. Let diz be remindah to pay lat teef to da Rex. It lat nub pay teef, den we flat more. Diz be lat lazt warning.”

 

[!] A common translation would be scrawled onto the parchment below, reading:

 

"Today, me and my brothers (seven of us) fought twelve elves and killed four with no casualties. Let this be a reminder to pay your minas to the Rex. If you do not pay minas, then we kill more. This is your last warning.”

 

[!] A depiction of the ferocious orcs charging into battle.

 

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[Guzr 2049]

Matumakh cheers!

[Unwillingly 11098]

"How shameful is it that these orcs of self-proclaimed 'honor' relentlessly bring their wrath upon a city of peace and community, those who oft abhor bloodshed and war." muses Gailien upon hearing of the news. "And worse, they brag about killing the innocent? They were once honorable and respectable folk. Now they're just bandits slaughtering the unarmed."

[H3nree 342]

[__Clocky 762]

12 minutes ago, H3nree said:

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unban me too thanks

 

 

[Mannamannaa 1626]

Kor'garr'Lur gently shakes his grey head, a small grin curling around his thick tusks while the orc chuckles in rumbling undertones. The scrape of a whetstone against a black, jagged war-axe of brutal orkish design echoes throughout the forge with each movement of the tool against his weapon's bevels. Setting the savage axe down with a clatter, the orc moves to open a small leather pouch and inspect the finely crafted set of black ferrum throwing knives within. "Kor'garr gotz tu admit, dey vynd bubu'hozh wehpunz, evin iv dey kan't yuze dem." With a gentle motion he draws one small blade out of the satchel, admiring the expertly shaped feather design of the throwing implements. The grey orc chuckles slightly, before stowing the blade once more. "Dah twiggiez grukk'd dat witnub Zhot'Rax wiz wuld juzt kneel over agh vlat... Iv dey nub pey dah tax ov tribyootz agh zhiniez, den dey wihl pey dah tax uv blud agh trofeez."

[Scorpio_Sage 44]

Shonkhor'Lur sits in thought on the roof the krugian barn, as he take another long drag from his wooden pipe. *Peace always has a price, whether it be coins or blood. Only childish fools believe that freedom is something truly bestowed or given right. Like everything else in this world, freedom must be bought or fought for on the battlefield.*  "Mi wandarz, wut da neu prinzi will doah noa? Zhould beeya inzturaztin toah peep." *The medic muses to himself, before returning his charges at the clinic.