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TO END THE BÛRZ REX

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[!] A missive is promptly spread throughout the Realm of Almaris, Each man, woman and child differing of faith ethnicity, and status gains one of its many copies. The Grand Moot has spoken and revealed a Viper in their very own Nest.
 

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“With a heavy heart and crippling pressure of the need to follow the word of Scorthuz, Lord of Purity, I, The One Voice, Al-Uk’Yar, Shepherd of the Spiritualist realm declare the Bûrz Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal to be unworthy as Rex and unfit to be seated upon the throne of San Velku. For crimes directly against the people of San Velku and conspiring as well as joining alongside several Bûrz organizations the Grand Moot declares the following.”

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“For the crimes of;
- The Known harboring of the Inferi Daemon known as ‘The Brazen Bull’

- The Known harboring of a Vampire coven in a prior Rexdom, For which punishment has never been cast

- The known harboring and installing as advisor of a known Froswitch by the name of Naela in a prior Rexdom

- For the threatening of the lives of Elder Goblin, Tech Goth Kretz’Ox and Scortuzian Bronze Elf Agis Penweather

- For the self declared intent to abuse the Spirits and their immortal powers.

- For the blatant disrespect of Krugs ways and of The Voice of the Spirits. as well as declaring his voice means nothing.

- For the self-admitted intent of using alchemical means to make monsters to create a army loyal only to himself via a method he claims to be 'Higher Alchemy' to create beasts stronger than even his own Olog brothers

 

For some of these crimes, The Grand Moot holds physical evidence, and for others we hold the confessions and witness statements of several well-trusted sources and individuals who have come forward with fear for own life”



Azh; Ar-Borok ‘The Bûrz’ Akaal is to descend the throne of San Velku within the next cactus day, After the Bûrz Rex descends, the Grand Moot beseeches the duty of Rex upon the Honorable Murdok’Lak. He who has proven to be a Rex of stability and fierce intolerance to the Bûrz menace in times past, The Moot asks he ascends till The Horde is free of Bûrz and a honorable replacement firm in the ways of Krug is found.

Dub; After the descent of Ar-Borok and the ascension of Rex Murdok’Lak, The Grand Moot calls forth Ar-Borork ‘The Bûrz’ Akaal to trial to be faced before the One Voice and answer to him as well as the Immortal spirits.

 

Gahk; Additionally all the spiritualists still loyal to the path of the pure are called to rally! Brandish blades and clatter swords to shields! Stand with the Voice of the Spirits against the forces of Bûrz, The Forces we have sworn by Krug’s will to banish from the world, The will of our Father who The Bûrz Rex has willingly abandoned. Abandon Ar-Borok, Abandon damnation to the Fîgûga Uzg, and join me to the end destination of the Ruzob Ukûzrii instead.
 

Futh; Should the Bûrz Rex fail to descend within the next cactus day a combined force of the Bronzen Band lead by the Honorable Pamphilios, The Ashen State of Nor’Asath lead by its Primach, Netseth Loa’Chil, As well as a combined warband of the faithful uruks, elf spawn and other Bûrz hunting Orders or Entities shall cascade upon the Rex Palace and purge the Bûrz away.

“To all who fear this is a siege upon the Orcish Stronghold of San Velku, you are mistaken. This is a siege upon the Bûrz that has rooted itself deep inside the good honorable city of San Velku, a wretched evil that can only be uprooted via the combined effort of Scorthuz’s chosen. The chosen who will uphold Krug’s immortal will. Accept my hand Ar-Borok, Hear my voice and be cleansed from your putrid Bûrz, Or be sent to Kor for judgment.”

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Signed,


Al-Uk’Yar, Motsham of the Faith, Voice of the Spirits

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Murdok’Lak, Swampgoth of Clan Lak, Aengul Slayer

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Netseth Loa’chil, Primarch of Nor’Asath and Mali’Ker

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Qudlia Jusmia, Porôbmog of Nor’Asath, Primarch of Clan Jusmia

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Pamphilios, First of the Band, Hero of  Haelun’or, Anax of Sulianpoli

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Kretz’Ox, Techgoth of Clan Ox

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Agis Penweather, Scortuzian Zealot, Bronzen Elf

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The elder swamp goblin donned an old mask, granting him the visage of Laklul, a mask he hadnt worn since he was last called to the line of duty...

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"Judgement waz pazzed by the zpiritz, agh mi zelf." Spoke the TARGOFF. "He iz nub longer BURZ. Mi will ztand azide mi REX az it iz mi duty agh honor, along with mi UGLUK bruddahz az waz the pact.” 

 

ANG GUND GRIISH

WE ARE NUB ZLAVE TO IBLEEZ.

WE ARE CHILDREN OF KRUG.

 

 

 The uruk then began crumpling up the missive, his breaths fast, his grunts increasing like that of a furious boar as the uruk of red flesh let out a BEASTLY ROAR akin to a myrzym’s warcry.    “WWWWAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”


 

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Sigurd would frown as the missive makes it to his sleeping cauldron by his shrine “Dis can nub bi… hi was mi brudda… hi was ah hosh rex… nub nub’hosh…”

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[!] "So, it haz been don..", Kretz'Ox muttered as the missive was published. "Mi truli hope that Borok chooses te right path of redemption. Mi would more rather nub peep him suffer.."

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A whimper came from a deep green Orc, whom the news had reached even deep in the wildernis. "Mi papa iz Burz Daemon?Vrilkon'Ugluk asked confused before realising what his meant "Agh Borok too?He'd sigh, torn between two sides of the happenings. Oath on one, family on the other.

 

In the dimly lit tavern however, an Olog would feed himself upon bowl and stew, Howlur'Ungri having returned just in time for the drama to unfold. He'd look fairly happy, but that may be because of the food. . .

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Razgor of Akaal read the missive, stygian brow creasing at the title. He glanced at it from within San'Kathun, inside his tower. "Dah zkah." He uttered, the orc going silent after.

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Kuvirr, Borok'z kub, softly furrowed her brows, not angry or scared, but rather severely ponderous about the matter as a whole.

 

The young urukess still having much to learn about her own culture, the 'voice of the Spirits', Krug and the dynamic of light and dark present in the world: whether there could be balance and mutualism between them, or the latter should be entirely relinquished.

 

She bore ambition to amongst the Greats of her Nation and Orcish History, trying step up to her father's level, though now dynamics shifted it'd seem... chances were she'd have to prove herself even better, struggle harder, now.

 

Kuvirr only wished her popo staid safe, and made the right choices, for at the moment she could do little to save him, should he choose otherwise.

 

"We must be better. . ." Kuvirr chimed conclusively, uncertain of who 'WE' referred to. If it was her, her and her father, or the Uzg as a whole.

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A ker, slowly exhales as she shakily signs the paper. 
Those around, can easily tell it pains her. 


"Their is still a chance..."


 

Spoiler

An emotional one for me ngl folks. 

 




 

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Grothzark continues scanning over the missive in search of a klomp being demanded of the present Rex.

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The olog had the missive copy read out to him “Dah metul cow ting iz a Bûrz Zpawn? Dat momozkaher ate mi ztew bef’ure!” He tore up his copy of the missive in anger

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Ghoraza does not understand why or how the Bronze Band who revered this Brazen Bull and housed them within their city is now blaming such upon the Rex who aided in defeating Cloudbreaker- an inferi plaything.

 

If such knowledge was known, why accuse the Rex who has already been to Scorthuz's lessers? Why did the Bronze Band not attack, and instead worship the vile beast in their midst, and why would allowing them to siege a nation of innocents do anything but cause more bloodshed?

 

Are YOU claiming to speak over their word and will? YOU, like us all are Uruk. You claim to be Scorthuz's chosen, yet ally with those who sheltered and protected the Inferi since their city has stood.

 

Ghoraza will NOT spill blood for claims made when the Spirits have already spoken. If you seek reconciliation for our Rex, then do so with the Spirits, not with a dull blade and hypocritical accusation". 

 

The disfigured Hobgoblin descends into the depths of the jungle, dredging forth his ire and strength for the times to come.

 

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A certain Dark Elf who notoriously had not been very fond of the Orcs had also managed to acquire one of these missives. He sat in a desolate corner of Celia'nor yet again, pondering over the paper for some time.

 

"Of course, Nor'Asath yet again swear loyal to the Uruk. I truly wonder what benefit there is to gain from an alliance with the barbarian greenskins. Is it their fear of total isolation, or is it the lunacy of their council bringing them ever closer into their sphere of influence? I would almost assume they are a vassal of the Rex and not of Celia'nor. This very missive proves the instability that plagues the Rexdom. It has never been a strong state and never will be, yet my own kin pleads their loyalty to a race who only wishes to spread their heresy. If I was even slightly more of a pessimist, I would even accuse their leadership of fornicating with whatever greenskin shaman they come across! Net'Seth claims to be the Primarch of all Mali'ker, even without knowing what the Ashen Folk outside of his damned city want."

 

He sighed. The 'ker had become more than disgruntled with the actions of the pretender state. He looked up from the bench he was seated upon, looking at the various Mali'ker walking around through the streets of Celia'nor. Perhaps it was time for the 'ker to reconnect with his oldest allies, perhaps it was time change would be brought to the Mali'ker people at last.

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Kor'garr stares at the missive handed to him by the very same Rex in abject confusion. His world seems to crumble around his as he looks over the paper again and again in the San'Velku library...

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