On the Whitewashing of Un'Satum

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ON THE WHITEWASHING
OF

UN’SATUM





[!] A flier is sent out to the Iron Horde, its constituents, and wherever else the notice of whitewashing may have reached

In response to the late ‘whitewashing’ of our lands, we wish to announce what the urukim of the Iron Horde failed to mention. The people of our lands pride themselves upon casting out dark spawn, and serving as the sentinels against Iblees, as our great ancestor Krug had intended himself. As a result, a battalion of our soldiers, the Thrak-mau, were on a regular patrol to find darkspawn and eliminate them. On our stop at San’Velku, we came across a large creature made of white stone and water, an undead sorcerer, a flesh beast, and another ectoplasmic entity.

This force of darkspawn was laying waste to the lands of the Iron Horde, as a result of their recent declaration of war upon their lands. In our battalion, we possessed a force of three orcs, a goblin, and an alchemist who wished to join our hunt against the darkspawn of the world. After seeing the wrath being evoked upon San’Velku, we did not hesitate to help our kin in fighting off these demonic entities.

During the battle, our alchemist had sent a fireball into the midst of their party, one that regretfully struck the one known as Skaatchnak as well. When this had hit him, it appeared his body was limp and weakened from whatever had happened between the Horde and the Darkspawn prior to our arrival. The battle continued and the burning Skaatchnak sat idle for some time whilst the Horde orcs hurled insults at us and stood on the sidelines as we fought their very own war for them. We had successfully damaged the party of darkspawn to a great degree before they had used a magical force to wall us off from the lands of San’Velku, which we saw as an opportunity to escape with our wounded.

We wished to send help to the lands but as a result of past transgressions from multiple human cities and governments, alongside other nations harboring darkspawn, we had no options to reach out to as our lands do not have many connections. In regard to using the term ‘Azdrazi’, we do not know what such a creature is, nor have we made any pacts with them.

We are sorry for the loss of your prior Rex and elder Skaatchnak. However, you will not blame us for your lack of power and forces to fend off the darkspawn, not blame the death of your elder on us whilst you sat there idle as we attempted to save you. Your words and positions in which you mean to throw people are absurd, and corrupt in all natures. If we were to “forsake our kin”, perhaps we would have joined in with the darkspawn in raiding your lands instead of helping you fight them off. You have none but yourself to blame for the death of your own kin.

Instead of fighting the very creatures you declared war upon, you wanted to trade off prisoners instead - yet for some reason you brandish us as cowards.

 

Kho’Gorkil, Warchief of Un’Satum, Commander of the Thrak-mau

 

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Across the lands of Un'Satum, a horn blared through the city awakening all. Orcs and goblins alongside resident knights and warriors began to gather at the walls of the city, awaiting for any challengers to come.

[Areon 947]

"Nub gruk da rezunz fur blahin' da klans dat wayn tuh live iyn diz Goi whytwazh, sayv fur da azhz whu refuz tuh blah da blah. Lezt deyz azhz ztill anzur da kall tuh Waagh az givun by Krug tuh flat da nub'flatid..." muses Krak of the Ruk clan, pondering the future of the lands inhabited by all of Krug's descendants.

 

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"No clue the reason for claiming the clans that wish to reside in this city are whitewash, save for the ones who refuse to Blah the blah. At least these ones still answer the call to war as given by Krug, to kill the darkspawn" muses Krak of the Ruk clan, pondering the future of the lands inhabited by all of Krug's descendants.

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

"Latz will flat agh before latz death latz will zuck mi black toe." The uruk commented, scrunching the massive in a fit of rage.

[Krugallah 361]

Suun Isilioleth wonders how Un'Satum is managing to keep up their city with only four uruks. "It must be some manner of dark magic... are they using undead? Is that why their armor looks like a skeleton?" the young Aspiring Shaman held his head, shaking it slowly. "No, no, it isn't that. The Spirits are watching this, surely. An attempt to divide the children of Krug... no bigger insult to their Ancestor Father. Kor will be fed more souls."

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

The lord of white stone and water sits immersed in a deep pool, meditating in the fell depths of his grand home. His mind was no longer upon the battle that had happened, for visions wracked his sight with their demanding presence, forcing him to see what was to come...

[Vilebranch 410]

Deep within its labyrinthine lair of volcanic stone, the bronze minotaur regarded the missive with a cold contempt as it interred the papyrus within a brazen idol, smoke and ember offered up in approval. The moloch's eyes glowed red and the fellow minotaurs of the acropolis raised their fists in salute to their cruel god.

 

"Angathgul. Thagurz'Grizh. Mau'Madur. Namez forgotten even by myth or legend. Krug'z favored people are plain tu peep in da eyez ob hiztori. Agh yet da lezzon iz nub learned. Another name ztretchez acrozz Qarkah'z lizt. Un'Satum."

[Spoopy_Duck 3217]

At the sound of the horn. One Uruk would sit himself atop the walls of the village. Bow in hand constantly scanning the roads, waiting for any challenge to rear its face.

[Valannor 6405]

The Barrowlord of the Empyrean chortled in some vain, far-detached sense of amusement at the missive - lavishing its many glaring inaccuracies. It took to the depths of the tomblands to scribe a reply...

 

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20 minutes ago, Valannor said:

The Barrowlord of the Empyrean chortled in some vain, far-detached sense of amusement at the missive - lavishing its many glaring inaccuracies. It took to the depths of the tomblands to scribe a reply...

 

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[Departed_Delmar 1302]

The Weaver would look over the missive, scoffing and cackling as he pat his creature of the damned, Bumba upon his newly stitched on boar head. A brow raised as he scanned over the missive once more, his cigar burning on the point where it spoke of no connections. "To think that they offered you such a fanciful stone to bring about more, if only I had plagued those pilfered potato's, no doubt they would all be sickly by now"  The weaver at that hummed, preparing himself, though with such forces having consisted of a child. He held little to no worry of them. 

[Ardory 2978]

Draagluk looks upon the missive with weary, dulled eyes, still stained with tears. He has clearly had enough for his mind was in shambles. “Enough ob thiz… I know they are murdererz agh liarz. However, Murdererz or nub, liarz or nub, juzt let uz mourn in peaze.” The goblin holds himself as he returns to his solitude.