Krug's Word, First Edition

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

Krug’s Word, First Edition

[!] The Rex of the Iron’Uzg delivers a missive to the free peoples of Almaris, those unblighted by the forces of evil. 

 

 

The Gate of Dom has been a treasured artifact since its inception by Skaatchnak of clan Akaal. Communing with the Greater Ancestral Spirits has allowed for the proliferation of old shamanic arts, but also in bringing forth an unseen calamity within the jungles of the Uzg. The Rex seeks those capable of combatting the darkness, as well as shamans to perceive what these new changes may bring. 

Two clans have risen up from their graves. Both Lur and Yar seek to reforge themselves in the wake of a new Wargoth. Madoc'Lur has become the Wargoth of Lur after a long and intense match with his newer clansmate, Gutlug’Lur. Barbog has taken up the mantle of Wargoth of Yar, bringing newer orcs into his clan and heralding the return of older Yars.

 

The Rex seeks orc and kin alike to reforge the paths of Spiritualism, seeking the faithless to adopt the ways of Krug and the Spirits. 

 

 

Like his predecessor, the Age of Fire burns on in the Rex's heart, a path paved through industrialization and a return towards reforging the sacred paths of the Ancestors. All those adept in science, constructs, forging, and alchemy are welcome to witness the transformation of Krug’s People.

 

 

 

To continue these regular missives, the Rex seeks scribe and scholar alike within the Uzg to transcribe text and his great word(paid position).

 

 

[satinkira 5872]

20 minutes ago, DrunkPapaBear said:

 

Spoiler

I couldn't resist

 

[wowj 2781]

BLUEMANE the all powerful and greatest shaman known to Ork-Kind's eyes bop out of his head as he reads the missive. "Yar izn't real.." The Ork proclaims as a smirk forms on his face, he turns to his right, and then wanders off.

[Barbog 447]

On 9/12/2022 at 4:23 PM, wowj said:

"Yar izn't real.."

As though hearing the besmirchment and disgrace that inspired him to reunify the once-great clan, the Yargoth lifts his fist in the air and screeches out an inane babble of Old Blah, simultaneously begging recognition from the spirits and demanding curses upon the people who keep saying this to his face.