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A New Wargoth Arises


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[!] This missive is posted all over the lands of the Iron'Uzg, both in the capital of San'Velku and the surrounding vassals.

 

As the night grew darker, a one-eyed orc sat meditating in the center of a massive tree as he communed with the Spirits. Suddenly, his meditation would be interrupted as he sensed that the wandering Wargoth of the Lur Clan, decided to retire, and pass on the mantle to someone else. As this was revealed to him by the Spirits, he would rise from the ground, with his arm producing sparkles of lightning as he hopped onto his massive black wolf, and rode it all the way towards the city of San’Velku, eventually making his way atop the Rex’s palace, all the way up to the Shrine of Krug. As the orc stood and took in the view of the city, he would take a few several deep breaths as the skies darkened, with lighting crackling visibly and loudly, as the following escaped his mouth:

 

“Da kû larg-ûn!” The orc calls out as the skies above the Iron’Uzg rumble with thunder and lightning from his voice “Da naur-ub fûth-nokh amub!” His voice would once again proclaim loudly, with the thunder growing louder with every word spoken “Mi ahm Madoc’Lur, da hunta of da Lur Klan, agh wid da retirement uf da kurrent Wargoth, it ahm tik, vur a new azh to rize, agh klaim da titul uf da Wargoth.” He exclaims for the final time, as a lightning bolt, now struck near him, right onto the roof of the Rex’s palce "Mi, Madoc’Lur, azh uf da Zonz of Krug, proklaim mizelf az da new Wargoth of Klan Lur, unless zum’azh wizhez to challenge mi vur da titul.”   

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"Ukee. Kool mi guezz." An elder Raguk shrugs as he noticed his student raved from on top of the palace, probably not hearing him over the lightning storm.

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Gutlug, upon one of his treks through the wilderness returns to the orcish city…Coming back to his yurt, Gutlug sets aside his bow and lifts up his latest quarry as a sacrifice to Votar. As the hunter places down the sacrifice onto the altar, Gutlug is in turn granted with a sudden vision of Yarrow, leaving the tree and heading out into the wilderness to parts unknown…Gutlug ponders upon this message from Votar, contemplating on what this vision means. Having spent an arduous time in the wilds, Gutlug pulls the covers of his fur bed. Resting his eyes for the night…

 

The next morning, Gutlug is awoken by the din of the commotion in the city square…Gutlug, taking up his bow and ax, stepped outside of his blargh into the crowd gathered at the Rex’s palace. Turning to one of the congregant Uruks, Gutlug lifts his bow over his head and speaks. “Vat dizh zhak be ‘bout?” The bewildered Uruk replied, “Da Rex Blargh! Ol’ Madoc blah’d he gruk be dah new Wargoth ub Klan Lur! Scarred de Rex’s Blargh! Peep!” The orc points at the scarred mark left by Madoc’s thunderbolt, the marking blackening the red roof of the Rex’s palace…Gutlug strokes his beard, before drawing out his bow and knocking an arrow. He squints his eye, aiming for the spot roughly where the bolt had struck and fired…”Ib Madoc vantzh to be Lurgoth, den meng zhall gib ong de zatizhvaktzhun ub takin’ it!” With a loud “whoosh” the arrow flies, striking the building at the same spot. Upon this, Gutlug wades through the crowd. Speaking to all present. “Meng Gutlug’Lur! Nomad ob Klan Lur! Meng gruk dat de title ob Lur’goth be vor azh kim grukzh dat Klan Lur muzht kom to ongyn bub’hozh glory azh again! Meng zhall akzhept de challange vor de title ob Lurgoth!” Gutlug, wading through the crowd a final time, returns to his yurt to offer prayers to Votar…Along with contemplation on what befalls next,

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Stood in a quiet corner of the square was a hooded Shaman, Mad with the Power coursing through his soul... His soul shattered and fractured by the many Spirits staking their claim upon it "Wargoff ob deeh Votar? Or ob beihn azh lazi ZKAH!" The Mad Motsham cackled soflty shaking his head "Wi zhall peep ib Lur meetz mohre dizhonagh"

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