Augrec Challenges Da Hound

[TheCaptain 639]

Augrec Challenges Da Hound

 

You find a poster hanging on the walls of krugmar or resting as crumbled litter on the streets of human and elven cities. Upon reading it the first thing you noticed is the horrible hand writing and how each letter would differ from each other. Some were small and some were large, words would be crossed out or the paper had the imprint of a rather large hand as if though the orc was getting frustrated from writing hundreds of these posters and repeatedly hit it in a fit of rage and frustration.

 

Yet its message was always the exact same. "To the beast the elves call the spectral hound. I challenge you to a fight! If you are not a coward, send a bird to Blarg B-10 or to me! Augrec!"

 

A small scribble was written at the bottom reading "please do not spam my house, it is very smoll"

 

It was a challenge to a creature called the spectral hound from an ORC none the less. It sounds frightening and you almost know this uruk is biting off much more than he can chew.


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@altiar1011 please send me (capn_avery) a bird in RP or respond to this post if you do indeed accept.

 

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[Guzr 2050]

Edwin Henry de Sarkozy hears of this, nodding. "If I could aid in this fight, I would've. Damn spooks!"

[Valannor 6405]

Hark, for on some sullen eve within the southern reaches of the realm, a ghastly chuckle might echo 'twixt the confines of the here-after, trailing throughout the din of the living world. Nestled in some forlorn barrow would that beast elucidate in plainest fashion that which the Uruk sought to understand - and with an ephemeral enactment of ebrietael power, Augrec would find a message to be carved upon the door to his blarg, the words rough and grainy as if scratched into the surface...

 

"Come, seek me in the Barrows, Child of Krug - I await thy offering..."

 

Spoiler

Poke me on discord @ Salty Alty#7030 and we can arrange a place and time! 

 

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

A swampy shaman, skilled in the art of spookage in all its forms, makes his way to the blarg in question, battering upon the door with great intent...

[Roguechaotic 264]

Aeonn looks to the Cloaked figure to his side simply stateing in a surprised tone "So what is everyone wanting to be ripped apart now? Is that the new thingthing these days?

Doubt just cause its an orc they'll fair any better than the last....but eh who knows...maybe we will take a crack at em one day"

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Amaesil Vuln'miruel would be knelt beside the flames of his inner sanctum atop the northern hill of the Hinterland gate. The stones would glisten in the firelight as he removes the long, black-iron stoker and sets it aside. Spring had only just arrived and the nights were still frigid for the unprepared.

 

A caw would sound outside of the stone fortress. A bird of the evening would swoop through the stairway's arches and clatter across the cobblestone. With a treat in-hand, the elf-lord would retrieve the letter from the avian's leg. It was a short report from Vortice. He would read the document before arriving at the short description of the issued challenge. A smile would form and Amaesil would fold the parchment and stow it away.

 

"You are brave, Uruk," the elf says into the black abyss of the nighttime sky. "I wish you luck. Do what I could not and bring justice upon the damned soul of the False Hound."

 

[Mannamannaa 1647]

A bulky grey fist lifts up a poster to crimson eyes, gaze scanning over the message in silence... Until harsh barks of rumbling laughter echo throughout San'Velku. "Ag 'hozh challinj, yub! Kor'garr iz imprezz'd, agh wizh'z tu peep diz bruddah Augrec en 'iz klomp aginzt dah nub'ded." The Rex chuckles, eyes lit with the manic sparks of bloodlust while a thick mustache curls above his tusked grin. "Hmm... Kor'garr wundurz iv dah bruddah wuld loike'ag propah wehpun vor diz... Werz dah ink agh kwill?" Kor'garr continues to chuckle as he begins writing a missive upon the poster's blank side, an ecstatic smile upon his face.