The Drums of Wagh

[chezel_ 264]

Seraphite lets out a loud laugh. "Look at this!" She exclaims to herself, grabbing the other missive she had acquired earlier. "Two nations have declared such," She nods, smirking as she folds both up, the 'thill obviously pleased. "Now this is going to be fun."

[Emery 737]

Omuhgug'Gorkil finds the missive blowing through a forest in orcish territory. He searches for his blade and readies himself for wagh if Elvenesse fails to respond to Krugmars demands.

Edited May 10, 2021 by Emery

[DistantCryprid 265]

A disheveled elf resting on one of the trees nearing Orenian lands took the missive into their uneven hands, reading over the words and demands, the smile usually plastered across their face didn't falter, their tired gaze flickered across the land they watched over for now, Elvenesse was not their home and most citizens were not their kin. But so weren't the orcs, yet they hoped for this to end, for once in their lifetime they found themselves in prayer. For the wars to end, for the violence to halt...

...yet they knew their wish was not going to be granted, that the conflict was none of their business.

[Mannamannaa 1626]

Kor'garr'Lur peers over the missive, a cold grin slowly spreading across his face as he continues to scan down the demands. The grey orc idly fingers one of the black ferrum throwing knifes he obtained from the previous raid upon the Elven capital before setting the sharpened weapon back into the polished leather pouch. He closes the clasp absentmindedly, his crimson eyes scanning to the bottom of the page. Finally, a harsh roar of laughter can be heard emanating from the forge of Krugmar, the grey orc's frame shaking with new-found mirth. "Diz wihl bi 'hozh! Kor'garr muzt mayk wehpunz tu pripayr vor diz nu wagh!" 

[OGSkoom 8]

Zazanug grins savagely as another Uruk tells him the news. "YUB YUB YUB! Tik tu kach zum boddeez."