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The Death of The Mighty Khan


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The mighty Khan has perished today... After losing his child, wife, and all of his honor, he left the nation of Krugmar, seeking inner peace, that of which he did not find. He found someone who he had known back in Krugmar and decided to try cleansing the world of all pain and suffering by killing every last living thing, he was unable to do so after being struck in the skull, dying instantly. He served a wonderful amount of time as Snagagoth, enslaving people left and right. To many had been killed by him. He tried turning his life around after losing all of his honor due to having a child with an elf, but the bloodlust got to him, he couldn't resist the temptation to keep killing. He began training, for years he trained, he trained not only himself, but others as well. He went after a few snagas that ran to Elysium but one Uruk cannot fight alone and kill everyone in his path, no matter how skilled. He had a rough childhood, as most uruk did. At just the age of 14, he was attacked by elves, he killed all but one, that one he failed to kill, did not kill him but rather took his tongue to prevent speech. He had worked his whole life to get a tongue and be able to talk to the people he cared about and at the age of 35 he did so... he got a new tongue and began speaking, during the 3 month process he had to fight his inner demons. The elf that took his tongue.. he had slight trouble killing it, but eventually managed to slay all of his demons. He lived a bloodthirsty life as that was the only thing he new. After losing his child, he began his journey to cleanse the world, to no avail. 

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We would miss you forever THE HOLY DICE GOD

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Eugeo lights a candle for the formidable fighter. 

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Primrose Gendik stared at the now empty table she had once had the pleasure to share with her old friend, recalling fond memories of her children climbing about the table and conversing with the orc she had made peace with and welcomed into her home. The flats she wore would scuffle against the wooden floors as she returned to the ground level, approaching the table she had against a window. Memories of fights against her ex-enemy flashed before her eyes. 

 

A shaky sigh came from the woman as a tear fell from her cheek. The candle's light in front of her flickered as she lit the wick. "May you rest peacefully amongst the stars, my friend. You will not be forgotten. I am sorry I tarnished your name in our younger days, but I am relieved to have gotten the chance to reconcile." Primrose placed a bouquet of lavender beside the candle. Wiping away another tear from her eye, she would salute the memorial. 

 

The memorial would be able to been seen by all who passed her home on Adria Street 6.

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Alexander Antler stare at the memorial Primrose Put saying “Ah he will be missed… Who’s head am I gonna smash with a war hammer now?!”


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As news spread to the formidable Iron Uzg, a certain Huntsgoth let out a laugh and cried “Rulg zkah dat twiggeh zkaher iz flat!” And she turned then to look upon a letter she had received from friends and only smiled more, “Datz wub lat git fer tryna flat mi niece.”

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As Kor’s Gate creaked open for one of the founding members of the Mau’Kor, he would find someone was already waiting for him in the Stargush’Stroh. “Throm’ka, Bruddah, latz earned this rest. Mi hoped that Iron leg took many lives.” Beaming with pride Krawz turned, leading Khan towards the battle arenas of their ancestors.

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The haruspex brings his carving knife towards his bicep, pressing into it firmly as the familiar, claret ooze began to drip to the floor. 

 

"With diz scar, mi wyll nevur forget latz'z ztrength in da klomp'n pit"

 

 Bumba'Izig would move his arm over the feasting pit, offering his blood to the ancestors. 

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Droch weeps, never having been so fortunate as to meet the imposing man.

But despite this, the znagagoth was - truly - a warrior that would be remembered for ages to come.

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