To the False Malinor and their 'Mercy'

[_Leyd 676]

Lagûrz  gadhaal, hûnpûlp gimbuk.

“Mâdûr , a mazauk  ob kaat..”

 

 

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I can not say my people are without their flaws, but we thrive for a better life to those in our Horde.

You provoke the curse of Iblees within every orc when you break your word; for an orc’s honor is all he has beneath muscle and pride.

You provoke the spirits when you demand even the most passive of them banished from the realm; you anger those we have long soothed; and when Vailor fell, who were your allies in defeating the darkest and most deceitful of their kin?

If there is no bulwark, no slumber bringing melody, no reverence in those who are undeniable, there will be chaos. 

 

You sent terms demanding we rebuke all we stand for, to discard out honoraries who have worked hard for their earnings and titles, you seek to enforce all which is the way of the spirits to never leave the confines of our walls and you wish to belittle us, tear us down and remove the Horde from it’s inevitable golden age.

But titans never fall. 

 

A history lesson is due for those elves who remember not the age in which we fought as brothers in arms against the tides of wretched darkspawn, when the strongest of the four brothers stood stalwart even in despair against the evil which conquered your spires and razed your villages.

We fought in defense of the wood elves against the dragonkin, and will still stand stalwart to the threats in the modern age.

You call us savages; beast and demons, yet you fail to maintain the moral high ground you deemed the judicars of.  An orc is born with fire in his veins, and rage in his heart - it is through the strenuous painstaking efforts of the individual to remain tame under such constant war and struggle.  You use our curse as a weapon to make yourselves seem like Heros, when you are little more than tyrants. 

 

We abolished slavery, opened our honorary system to any who seek the path, and have made GREAT progress towards the Golden Age of our Horde.
I came alone into your tundric waste to speak with you, Vytrek, you gave me your word -  You spoke of their wrong doings and you spoke of admiration in our cause, and I for once believed highly of Elven leadership - a soldier first and foremost of his people, one not only capable in war, but who carries honor and pride, someone with irrefutable integrity.

Yet when your puppets released those missives, warning us of our initiative to free Elyisum from oppression.. I knew you had spun your web like an agent of Viest, you hold little care for your people, it is only your legacy that matters, for the actions you commit now will change the previously mending view orcs had on your kin.

I walked to your gates with a line of Krughai soldiers, all battling the bloodlust in response to those tyrannical demands.

I asked you, what of the word you had given me, and you spoke only to join your soldiers in spitting insults at our kin, making a mockery of the chance we gave you to engage diplomatically.

Our orcs left, for we were not to use words when our arrival was met with swords drawn.

You wanted war - I saw it in those demands, I saw it in those eyes when I asked why you hadn’t kept your promise - you want blood, and blood you will get.

Know that few stand for lies and dishonor, unrest will grow - and this false Malinor will fall before it’s even properly established.

You will find that no true orc is a coward, that this will not be a war won with immense strategy and pride; but a filthy, gore wrought and strenuous battle of attrition.. Your have laughed at our bloodlust, our curse; so we will embrace it, forge weapons from it, and ensure that the irony is made clear - For a race so burdened by infertility, you are quick to send your kin into harm's way.. We may not win each battle, but the green tide will wash over your kin until every ounce of energy is drained and you have no choice but to withdraw.

You may call off this war; but I know now you’d do no such thing, and so to the spirits we will commune - They once could swallow a continent, and you wish them silenced; beware, the heartbeat finds all. 
 
 

The Naakh ob Leyd, Dominus of the Horde and Warchief, Ixula'Akaal. 
 

[Lhindir_ 3436]

Dakath Ipos raises his blades, preparing for WAR! 

[TreeSmoothie 4857]

Yahzlak pinned the missive to the Goi's noticeboard, bearing a solemn frown. "Malinor scum -- they seek to enslave all elves. Not free us," she mumbled, smoothing over the Jailer's Moss to set it in place. "Yam more free in the Horde than I am anywhere else."

[excited 10833]

"Me am not that kind of Orc." Brawla Yar frowns and squints his eyes, before grabbing a weapon to peacefully protest the invasion of his homeland.

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093]

An elder goblin, Shaman and Once Rex, heard the call of kin. The spirits grew restless in his mind, as they too felt the shifting of the realm. Gnarled and scarred knuckle clenched tight a worn and elden staff, as the goblin made his way home. The time for watching the world for enemies was over, for the enemy had made itself known.

[Elennanore 2709]

"Death to traitors, death to oath-breakers, death to kin-slayers - death to Malin'or." Keeper Ellenore proclaims.

[Damnit_Delmar 1028]

That gray skinned goblin would raise his spear of gold and bone in the air."Diz iz da whay, da whay ov da Throqugrizh!. Da whay ov da Heartbeat!"He would then go, to scry into the Grizh. 

[Statherian 3314]

Alyndel Velulaei'onn cracked a smirk as the notice passed him. Together with his fellow Velulaei'onn he read it over. He had never been a big fan of the Orcs, but this time seemed different. Perhaps it was time to seek out the Spirit-worshipping Uruk, for they seemed to share a vision with the head of Clan Velulaei'onn. "Let us hope the false unifiers will meet the fate they deserve." He pondered, before going on about his day.

[Wizzar 479]

The martial shaman stands at the edge of the feasting pit with his palm extended over the crimson pool, dripping his own blood as an offering "Da heartbeat will peep all..." he smirks "LUP'GRIZH, HUL-GRIZH" he chants, his eyes rolling to reveal his white sclera.

[Punished_Pup 1353]

39 minutes ago, _Leyd said:

Our orcs left, for we were not to use words when our arrival was met with swords drawn. 

A white haired woman sharpening a blade comments "Funny that they were the ones to attack us and all we merely did was defend our homeland as they attempted to break into our city, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that those who claim to be the pinnacle of honor are in fact honourless given our interactions with the pinnacle of purity being Haelun'or that easily bent the knee when it suits them despite their prior resistance to other leadership, suppose maybe that is why they're good allies? But curious the Orcs 'left' when most of them are feeding the Woodlands around Celia'nor." she then remarked with a smirk. 

[Barbog 446]

A metaphorical tear rolls down a chalk-dusted goblin's metaphorical cheek as he stands at the edge of his village and reads the missive;

"Mi kuldnub have pud it bettur mizelv, Dominuz ub Krugmar. Dey zcream ovur agh ovur dat dey iz da viktimz, yed zeek tew opprezz elvez dat dewnub wunt tew join dem."

"Tyrantz agh mongrulz, azh agh awl. Nub beddur den a zity full ub znaga-enzlavurz."

 

[Cheezzy_Garlik 502]

A Crimson skinned Wargoth sat alone in a pool of blood beneath his Grish’Drû, his Blood Willow. The flesh and bone tree swayed in the wind as the voices of rage invaded his mind. His zealous worship of Enrohk had transformed his bloodlust from a once constant thought in the back of his mind to being almost every thought. He fought against his urge every moment…but now the shaman was given his chance to embrace his nature and show the true ferocity of an unchained  Son of Krug! He clenched his charred, blackened staff with his talon, gripping the pulsing blood veins twisting through the charred wood with the razor sharp steel blades on his fingers. “Grizh tu hûn, Grizh tu hôn”

[Jihnyny 2567]

Lok’Gul would crunch the missive in his large hand, “Klomping fire with fire….”  The orc grunted, throwing the crunched ball of what used to be the missive in the great ‘uzg bonfire. “Wil onlie mayk dee world burn…” The orcs breathing began going heavy, as with every exhale let out a grunt! The orc then let out an angered roar before going back into the forge, letting the heat calm him down. “Bloodluzt… createz rage, nub viktorie.”

[TheMessenger 104]

A blue skinned hobgoblin sat at a table, reading the parchment with a skull set at the bottom of the page. He turned his eyes to the skull, "Wub lat gruk?" He asked it. After a brief pause, he cackled, patting the skull, "Yub, yub. dey reeli azkin' fur it,now."

[farmerclown 3911]

3 hours ago, _Leyd said:

But titans never fall. 

"Mayhaps third times a charm for them to finally stand up?" Valyris remarked as she read over the missive after the Horde lost yet another battle in a complete squashing of their kind. She continued to sip her wine as she operated the every-busy gatehouse.