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[!] This missive is sent to the shamans throughout the lands of Almaris.

 

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Call for a Shaman Moot

Spirits bless you Shaman, may Ghorza find this letter to you. You have been invited to a moot held within the capital of the Iron Uzg within the next few cactus days as declared by the Motsham. It is encouraged for you to attend to not be left out, for future events and projects will be discussed. Details of such events will be elaborated at the moot. I hope to see you there.

 

Special Invitations go Towards

 

Shamans of the Iron Uzg

Murdok'Lak @AfroJoeTheOlogBro

Shronka’Lak @Shezept

Al-Uk’Lur @ThatDutchFellow

Yarrow’Lur @Maiyun

Krothuul'Ram @StokedOff

Fiil’Yar @Gallic

Kretz’Ox @ShyDisaster

Rex Skaatchnak’Izig @Panashea

Dura'Raguk @Liv
 

Shamans of Vortice

Gusiam Jusmia and his affiliates relating to the spirits. @PrinceJose270

 

Spirits guide you,

Motsham Fizzard’Raguk

 

((OOC))

((This meeting will be held on: Saturday, December 11th at 5:00 PM EST at the Palace))

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Al-Uk'Lur upon receiving the missive beams a bright and wide grin uppon the document "May dah Ilzgul guyde uz. Afâr’Ilzgûl, Lûp’Ilzgûl." after stating such the Witchdoctor promptly went to prepare for the called on Moot

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The Witch of Swamp, upon getting the invite grunts. They nod their head a number of times as they proclaim a loud shout within the swamp they call home "Lûp’Ilzgûl. ghashkrum al’bugd-ûr Ikuras. ufum sethorek lat" The words spoken older ones, shouting as a call to the greater powers that watch over us all. A blessed start to progression

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The aged orc rises from the depths of the Feasting Pits. His mind turns towards the glory of the spirits and the Ancestors, and he readies himself for the gathering of shamans. 

 

Afâr Stargûsh! Lûp Illzgûl!

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An ugly, stout goblin somehow finds the missive all the way out in Vortice, notably not delivered to him specifically. He raises an eyebrow at this, but shrugs anyways, and utters a short prayer as he hikes up a rucksack full of loot, looking around for the path back home. "Gaakh Gorza baduzg-ohg mokh-krut. Nargzabubat."  He folds up the missive, putting it in one of his many pockets, and begins the hike back to the Iron'Uzg with a final, "Afâr’Ilzgûl, Lûp’Ilzgûl."

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Deep within the deserts of the realm, an ancient spiritual presence stirred.

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Upon the wind, a voice is carried to find the crimson Raguk that is well known. A soft sigh is given by this old creature as she simple turns away. Resuming her duties alone in silence

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