[LEADERSHIP] A CALL FOR GRUBGOTH

[Mannamannaa 1626]

[!] The large poster is tacked on to various boards and publicly visible walls around San'Velku. It appears quickly written, or maybe the writer's frustration bled into the scrawling, bulky common script. Emblazoned across the center is an image of an Uruk chef sampling some volatile stew mid-creation. Vivid inks are soaked into the dense parchment in a riot of eye-catching (or burning) colors. [!]

A CALL FOR GRUBGOTH

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Kor'garr has an announcement to make. Over the several kaktus weeks since my return, I have too often seen the Betharuz Tavern gather dust. Grog is locked in kegs during times of celebration, grub left to cool and rot instead of be feasted upon. Parties and various discussions require our kin to obtain their own sources of sustenance and entertainment. The giant cooking cauldron that is our shine to Wud sits empty and unused, to the point of lacking cleanliness. Yet worse, even with the approaching of the Krugsmas season the kitchen lay quiet and bare of supplies. Most importantly, not one cacophonous night has taken place, nor even a prayer announced, in the name of the great spirit Betharuz, source of all revelry, grog, and grub. And yet Kor'garr has been told that we have a Grubgoth, one Kor'garr does not even gruk the full name of because we haven't yet met, despite me probably being the most alcoholic grog-drinking spawn of Krug in this entire goi.

NO LONGER.

Kor'garr will not stand by while the title of Grubgoth is disrespected, not when brilliant kin such as the great Grubomancer have singlehandely inscribed the role into legend with their actions. Kor'garr will not stand by while the Ologs go hungry and keep eating bricks, morose that not one thing has been fed to the Great Maw. Kor'Garr will not stand by while insult is given to the spirits of Betharuz, Wud, Glutroz, agh all of our ancestors who currently revel in the Stargush.

Kor'garr announces that the Title of Grubgoth is officially open to be challenged by anyone seeking the title and willing to show their culinary prowess through trial. With metal and flame masterful delights shall be created and the Leadership of the Iron Ugz (Excepting the current Grubgoth as they will need to defend their own title) will determine who among us has the right to claim this honor. This will be a GRAND KOOKOFF, a culinary clomp of the highest degree. Traditional responsibilities of the role include managing the Betharuz Tavern and it's workers, hosting feasts and other merriments during times of celebration,  and making sure the Ologs do not starve either physically with their appetite or spiritually in their worship to the Great Maw. Kor'garr will also teach whoever rises to the position knowledge of recipes made by past uruks, including the famous names of Ninskeeq'Ungri, Yarrow'Lur, and Grubgoth Grubomanza'Rax

Anyazh that wishes to take this honor upon themselves can write their name or note their identity upon the blank space below. 

May the Spirits guide your cookware,
Kor'garr the Clanless

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Hey all, Please make a reply stating your Persona's name and their signing up on the poster if you wish to challenge for Grubgoth. Schedule for the GRAND COOKOFF will be determined by participant's availability. Please DM me if you have any questions. Thank you!

 

[OwOrc 354]

"MI GRUBGOTH" An Olog by the name of Olag'Raguk yelled, despite his inability to write he got one of his clan brothers to do it for him! "MI LUB GRUB, MI LUB GROG." He then placed the most recent stolen barrel of ale to his mouth and proceeded to chug 

[Vegan_Comedy 200]

"Grubgoth" Kog'Dol Mag'Dun slowly picked up the missive with a grunt, scratching his noggin after. "Mi rembur wen mi hiyurd zkahin udder globz tu koog en duh taburn, dey nub duin id wiyul mi buzzi? Ukee, mi'll kookob wibh diz glob den..." The grubgoth began his return to his kitchen from a long trip to the woods.