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The Drums of Wagh


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Smol'Ruk grabs his sword and shrieks at the top of his lungs as he runs through out Krugmar spreading the word. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

 

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Korgahk’Gorkil The Honorable would smile upon seeing his brother Azhug set such a high bar for the traitors of the Elveneese. The orc would start rallying his fellow Gorkils for War.

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Erilian Oranor glanced over the missive before sighing. "I didn't want to go home this early..."

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7 minutes ago, Pancakehz said:

Vytrek Tundrak will inherit the Crown of Elvenesse. (Negotiable)

Vytrek Tundrak idly scans over the missive within his tent, sipping from his canteen. Upon coming across this term, however, he spits the contents out all over the parchment. "Wait, what?"

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Rug Bruh Rax, The Impaler, Dominus of the war nation of Krugmar, would begin sharpening his stakes and spears, readying to mount elvish bodies along the road of elvenesse to krugmar

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Andria observed the growing tensions from afar, smirking faintly at the elves' plight. "They have truly brought this upon themselves," she uttered to her father within the comforts of Camlannen. @Antilibertarian

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The open missive of demands was met from the Storm Druid by appalled and incredulous laughter. She wiped away her tears with the parchment before tearing it up to build a makeshift nest for a bird whose wing was injured.

 

"Oh, I haven't had a laugh like that in months... as much as I would give to see Evar'tir kiss an orc's feet, they can't seriously believe these demands will all be met. Ahhh.. let them come and bang their clubs on the gate."

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Nugget is visibly amused amidst his melon crusade on Oren.

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[!] As Kretz'Ox would read over a copy of the message, still quite tired, the only reaction he could really give was a laugh at how the elfs were addressed, and a shrug at the biger statement. "Tei agreed to pai te skahin tribute agh now tei are juzt backin down on teir promizez. Eesi problem, eesi solution. Hopefulli tei will juzt realize that agh te worzt kan be avoided", Kretz would mutter to anyone who would just listen.

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Amaesil Vuln'miruel regards the note from atop the Keep of the Order. Coming to the end of the missive, he would neatly fold the parchment and tuck it into his red robe that draped across his half-plate armor. Raising the odd device Celiasil had gifted him long ago, he would peer half a world away and spot the black billows of smoke that constantly spewed from the Warnation to the north.

 

He lowers the telescope and sets it against the old, stone railing. Gripping the rock, he'd exhale and his breath would catch in the frigid morning air. He was hardly battle-tested and was now flung headfirst into multiple conflicts of epic proportions. He was young, inexperienced and — more than anything else — naïve. How could he expect to win against such odds?

 

A smile comes to his face. He tilts his chin upward and glares northward to the black pillars. A song he had once heard began to play through his head; a song he had heard in travels along the Orenian roadways. He sang the tune softly to himself as he marched on: to victory or defeat.

 

"... Glory, glory — what a hell of a way to die..."

 

 

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The Dark Lord's brow only lowered more and more as he read through the Rex's words. The first thing that caught his attention was the mention of such a foolish attempt on the life of the war chieftain, a subtle grin forming across his pale features as he skimmed through the demands. Perhaps he found them silly, and assumed it would have been quicker to just declare war.

Dark Dael did drink a shot of liquor for the Honorable Korgahk'Gorkil however, wishing the best in regards to his plight.

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A Goblins Shaman by the name of Al-Uk calmly scans his visage over the parchment rested before him squinting over each word with is one eye carefully smirking at the mentioning of war "Finnaleh wi gunnah du zumtin boud doze globbizh twiggiez" 

 

The Titanous Drekür'Ungri sits in his cave home ravaging a corpse of a deer feasting uppon its flesh a very nervous goblin stands hind the Olog reading out the missive which he himself can't as the word of War gets mentioned the beast launches his arm backwards sending the Goblin flying into the cave wall... It seems their nervousness was justified however once both arms were cranked back the beast roads out at the top of his lungs "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH TU TWIGGIEZ" some rocks in the caverns rumbling at the thundering voice as he exclaims such 

 

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"Hm? Oh- What the?-" The Hummingbird Druid lifted the missive to his face as his eyes scanned over the piece of paper, taking in the writing and information upon it. He'd then sigh loudly before complaining to the animals that sat beside him in the forest "I swear- at this point I don't know if these missives are true or not. I don't understand why all these nations are fighting amongst themselves... May the Aspects be with whoever at this point- let the wars be over with quickly."

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