A Wagh to Remember

[Pancakehz 2279]

A Wagh to Remember

[!] An orc joins the horde.

[!] As the coals of a once great bonfire drew their last breaths in the cool of a late night in Krugmar, Rex Azhug’Gorkil and his companions would crowd their way through the gates of the Krag, their arrival echoing throughout the dwelling. Their clamor shook the dormant horde to rise from their beds and join the mob growing in the city center. Rex Azhug’Gorkil began, the chaotic mob quickly subdued.
 

“We come with news! The pinki Rex of Oren has thought us fools. His clan comes to us and speaks of friendship, of good days between Krugmar and Oren. Then, despite their words to us, they join arms with our enemy, the twiggiez of Hal’enour, binding themselves to our foe’s defense. They think our feuds mean nothing.

 

[!] A low rumble would gather.

 

“This is not the first mistake from the Orenian pinkiez. They lack the honor of a good klompin! Their raiding parties crept into the village of Elysium, striking at kubz who ran from them. Then, when that same village gathered its strength, their raiders ran from the defender’s advance. That is beyond weak. That is dishonor.”

 

[!] The rumble grew louder, the Rex raising his call to match.

 

“Now the pinkiez of Norland have stood against them. These pinkiez show honor. They share our joy for a good klomp, and our disdain for the mock of valor shown by Oren. They fight our enemy, and I say we join them!”

 

[!] With a roar from the crowd, the energy swells. Metal shrieks in a war-driven choir as the tide unsheathe their weapons, hoisting them to the sky in support of their leader.

 

“This is a declaration against the pinkiez of Oren. To enforce the will of our clans, to aid our allies in Norland, to teach the Orenian Pinkiez what a good klomp looks like, by example. Lastly, we klomp to make right the slight against us that is them joining against us with Hal’enour.”

 

[!] At the call, the mob burst into activity. Blacksmiths held post at their forges through dawn, clans gathered their warbands, Azhug’Gorkil would call his holdings to action.

 

“Gather ‘round lads! It’s time fer klompin!”

 

WAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH

[MasonMcBadbat 296]

Sven welcomed the news of Krugmar’s arrival.

 

”And so the true fight begins. Let’s show this foe how an honorable klomp is fought. They will lie, cheat and coerce, and we will win all the same.”

[Chase 3793]

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor leans back in his seat somewhat. "The plot thickens." He uttered, "Didn't even know they had a plot."

[Lady_Dietz 240]

Yazmorra Blackroot hears the orcish war cries on her way to her favorite cactus green dealer of Krug “Oh, now t’is es excitin’.” She grins, humming to herself as she strolls ”Klomp teh cowardleh long legs real gud uruks.”

[The Media Wizard 2958]

From a secluded beachfront somewhere in the south, Lord Commander Amaesil Vuln'miruel sets aside his fruity, rum-filled drink and reads a letter from his many Uruk allies about this exchange.

 

"Oh no," he mutters quietly as his brows furrow; however, he'd be looking toward the ever-diminishing contents of his drink. "I need a new one."

 

The elf would fold the letter and set it aside. It would become a fine coaster during his extended vacation.

 

[Squiggles 77]

The small goblin Ninskeeq'Ungri would be beyond excited to hear the news. Riding on her fasted wagh-myule to see her friends and allies of Elysium she'd tell them how Krugmar was joining them in arms with the bright eyes of both hope and relief. "Wi guhnna joyn lat ihn de fyght! Mi nub guhnna be goin' ahlone diz tik to help ihn dihz wagh and mi guhnna bryng mi bruddahz and ziztahz ahlong!" 

[Guzr 2050]

Edwin Henry de Sarkozy sighs as he hears of the Uruks siding with the Norlanders. "More to the fight, unfortunately. I wish to kill no man, but if my fate is to spill Orc blood in the name of His Imperial Majesty; so be it." 

[Sevastiel 285]

A silvery spirit is getting a hefty amount of deja vu

[Minuvas 3193]

Grumbles loudly, pressing his outfit down across his body, scribbling on his parchment as he remarks out loud.

 

"Orcs? Now this conflict is more serious...the savagery of the Orcs is well known. Between the Ferrymen, Orcs, and Nordland this really is a 'Coalition of the Cruel'. Their justification is weak, like most of these pathetic war declarations as of late - but do Orcs really need a reason for war? I've heard they will fight eachother just for sport. 

 

I'm half tempted to make peace with my Kin in Haelun'or.......half tempted"

 

Minuvas 

[Mannamannaa 1647]

Kor'garr's grin curls around his thick tusks as the grey orc belts out joyous laughter. Each rumbling cry of mirth echoes throughout Krugmar's forge amongst the roar of crackling flames. "Vynully, ah tik vor wagh!" The Dominus can be seen working his craft through day and night in preparation for the coming battles. "Moar wehpunz vor awl uv lat gitz! Grab'em uhp wyl dey ar vresh!" Soot-stained hands and a frame gleaming with sweat continue to shape raw metal into implements of war, the Dominus bearing a toothy smile beneath his thick handlebar mustache all the while.