The Age of Grîzh : A Challenge to Ibleez

[DrunkPapaBear 1975]

 

 

Hôn izûbu grîzh.

Khlaar izûbu mog.

Ufûr izûbu durbûrz.

See our blood.

Hear our voice.

Fear our might.

 

 

I, Ar-Borok of clan Akaal, claim the position of Rex, to lead the Iron Horde once more to glory.

 

With the destruction of the deceiver's toy, the undead-Cloudbreaker, blood and chaos is sure to follow.

A new age of bloodflame comes upon the continent, we urûkim rise for it.

We stand against the deceiver, against her necromancers, mystiks, vampyrs and other darkspawns.

 

The Gate is open, may Leyd, Scorthuz, Enrohk and Gazigazh come for you, Ibleez.

 

 

Signed by

Ar-Borok, Rex of the Honorbound Hordes,

Kukaal of clan Akaal, destroyer of Elysium,

the Brown, the burned, the mad,

Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz.

 

[Jihnyny 2567]

"Ang gud griizh" commented a large and hunky raguk.

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

Within a Spiritual Temple, The one Voice, Motsahm Al-Uk'Yar, sits in meditation. Disturbed by the information of the missive. The Shaman merely snorted "Du nub dizzapoind Borok." Was all the Ancient Goblin emitted in response

[_Grey_W0lf_ 598]

A loud, almost animalistic sound could be heard throughout the room as Vrilkon'Ugluk finally understood what the missive said, nodding approvingly with a massive dumb looking smile on his face "Yub yub mi teezur iz going to bi Rex!" He said loudly.


During his travels throughout Almaris, Ursus Grandaxe would eventually hear the news too. He'd read it through quickly "As lon' as a' dunnae 'ave tu foig't 'im a' t'enk 'e's allroig't" He muttered before swinging his hammer a final time at the target he was practicing on.

[X3N0 511]

An orc's fiery eyes glanced at the missive sent out by Borok. "KAAL AKAAL!" He cheered in the tavern of the orcish GOI, setting down the missive in place of some alcohol.

[Mannamannaa 1626]

Kor'garr the Clanless sits within his tower, having departed from the meeting table mere minutes earlier. A copy of the announcement, still wet with fresh ink, is clutched within his grey fingers. Suddenly he grins widely, lips curling around thick tusks only half covered by the large handlebar mustache. 

"Lup'Ar-Borok'Akaal, owur impendyng Rex... Now howz wihl Rex Willy rizpohnd tu diz Challing?" Laughter echoes in booming roars from the front gates of San'Velku, an ecstatic writer preparing to publicize the announcement further.

[Panashea 2644]

"Rise great Rex ob Blood, agh usher in a new Age." Ghoraza affirms, praising the Akaal. "May the light bi wielded once more."