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Slaughter of the Innocent

 


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11th of the First seed

 

Birds flew high above San’Velku, fleeing from the twisted jungle path. The orcs of Krugmar were distracted from this telltale sign of intrusion upon their lands. They were focused on spiritual discussion and advice led by Dura’Raguk as they sat around the firepits. A small innocent child, William Raven, looked up from his seat as he discussed with Hu-din about clan troubles. His mouth fell open as he witnessed the armed dwarves march into the city and draw weapons around the peaceful group. Even the boy could see the rage filling their eyes as they surrounded the villagers.

 

Anxious is all the Grand King of Urguan felt as he entered the city, prepared to commit mass murder to attempt to spark a war. His anxiety stopped him from speaking a word, so Lord Ireheart addressed the crowd.

 

“The Rex, hand him over.”

 

The Dwarves. The Human Mercenaries. The Undead Lord. The Rustlers. Little did they know the Rex had left for a spiritual trip and would not return for three more days. When they discovered the Rex was not present, Lord Ireheart and his human mercenaries immediately swung their axes and blades low for that is all they could reach with their deformed bodies. The orcs moved and dodged while others sat, not willing to see violence in a restful city.

 

Swords and axes clashed after the Dwarves muttered a short phrase of Sky Godian language, ‘PVP default’.

 

The outnumbered and unarmed orcs fell to the foreign invaders, the undead creatures in the horde fed upon the orcish corpses. Useless bloodshed with no purpose other than genocide had occurred. What one would call a slaughter of the innocent.

 

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The fires were lit as the Rage of Krug had sparked.

No mercy to foreign invaders who kill unarmed women and children and call it self defense.

 


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Within the Jungles of Krug, the horned shaman rests upon the familiar branch, his eyes to his well showing shrine. Though the reptilian eyes stared off to the shrine of Krug, feeling such tensions of not only it, but of other spirits, some support, some decline and many are neutral. But after taking a hit from his cigar, the silver aura begun to dance about him, least when he spoke. "Needless bloodshed is only a fuel to aid much more darker powers." The shaman said, though as he read more. His gaze seemed that of disappointment. "The cycles yet continue but even then, Mercenaries are mercenaries, however if this is true that the dwarves are working with undead. I can only foresee a war for that reason alone. I have seen how both Orcs and dwarves are honorable in their own rights, if this missive is true that they slain innocents. I dare to question how honorable the dwarven brothers are when working with undead openly like this."The shaman shook his head, only to remove himself from the branch to tend to his shrines.

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"And It was very fun!" remininced Caelan upon killing Orcs last saint's day. "Suprised they didn't put up a fight. I thought orcs were supposed to be good at the 'Skygod PVP default'!" he'd shrug, as he returned to eating hardtack and studying his ABC's. "Say, isn't my 40th birthday coming up?"

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Bakir Ireheart looked at the missive wondering when warriors and generals turned into women and children. He'd simply chuckle to himself wondering when the orcs would meet them in battle rather than spewing words like the humans of Oren. 

 

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Azkel is surprised to see the lust for war having left the "War-nation" of Krugmar "Guess daht afteh losing both raids on Urguan and raids on deir home turf dey've jus' given up foighting all togetheh?"

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Obrecht Barclay laughed and pointed at the document issued out of Krugmar. "Look here! The orcs have become proper Orenians now. We should send them a shipment of wigs to celebrate the occasion along with some Sutican cheese to enjoy with their whine."

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The Silver Lubba shrugged as the missive made its way to his desk, simply uttering "gone soft, it seems" before casting the missive to the side and continuing his day.

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Yazmorra Blackroot lifts up the missive, scanning the words as she puffs her herbaceous cigar. “Unusual, aye respected teh uruks w’en t’ey culd admit defeat against meh fellow Legionnaires en teh Arcas war.” She hums. “Et seems teh brutes are spinnin’ wurds loike teh long legs instead now...” She taps her cigar, ash falling upon the missive.

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48 minutes ago, Treaty said:

Azkel is surprised to see the lust for war having left the "War-nation" of Krugmar "Guess daht afteh losing both raids on Urguan and raids on deir home turf dey've jus' given up foighting all togetheh?"

"dis happened when?"

 

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe wipes Orcish blood from his blade before returning home for his daily therapy session with his hot Dwarven Wife to help with his overwhelming anxiety issues.
"Ma woife, teh Rex needs ta get a 'andleh on es Uruks, t'ey raid our lands an kill our folk t'en cry loike babies w'en we serve justice upon t'em. Seems teh recent Uruks t'at 'ave come out ov 'idin, teh ones t'at were too scared ta show t'eir face w'en teh Golden Rex was Rex are attempt ta onleh give t'emselves a power trip rat'eh t'en actually raise Krugmar out ov teh ashes et 'as been en. Maybe Kor'garr will 'ave some sense an remembeh 'ow 'ah visited Krugmar during his ascension an drank wit' em, or maybeh 'ow evereh Uruk t'ere was 'appeh ta see meh as 'ah 'ave made friends wit' nearleh all ov t'em."
The ramblings of the Grand King stop for a moment as he looks around the palace before resting on his Hot Dwarven Grand Queen.
"Or maybeh 'e will continue ta let t'ese foreign Uruks lead. An 'e will continue to see es Warriors die by teh t'ousands." 

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Elsil'Ceru cackles from behind her yellow bandana. "Sounds like the uruks need a special shipment of copium!"

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An old crippled shaman, worn from battle against new beasts that raise their heads in these wild lands, simply grunts at the news heard. Orc and Dwed fighting was never new, and never ceased for long enough. He knew it would be some time before friends were seen again.

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