Jump to content

Ascension


Evonpire
 Share

Recommended Posts

Popogoth Drekür'Ungri, Wargoth of Clan Ungri, Slaughtermaster of the GREAT MAW. stared at the Goblin reading out the missive, noting of the carnage at the fall of San'Velku a maddened grin creeping over his cursed visage "UngRi ZTAndZ Wiff KYBAL!"

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Lup'Kybal'Akaal..." The uruk raises the LUR banner to the rex, while a goblin treats his burnt shoulder, an injury caused during the siege.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Emony holds her Oni mask over her heart. 

 

"Borok... Lat flatted lyke uh true zon uv krug. Lat wyl bhee remembur'd..." 

Link to post
Share on other sites

"Azh new Rex. Will be interezting to peep whub hi getz up to." The Lur chuckles as he sat underneath the tree, drinking some good old guzzoline.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Bumba'Akaal smirks, his clawed fingers wiggling at his sides as travels through the wilderness "From azh Akaal to another... Borokz grizh zhall flow, it zhall remain within uz all" 

Link to post
Share on other sites

As The Yargoth scanned over the missive he could not calm his mind, the events of the terrible siege held a grip on him like a python ensnares a mouse; choking his breath and tightening his throat. He cleared his throat before muttering to himself. "Fer Borok. Du uz proud. Lup'Kybal." A shooting pain rang his ears, shaking his mind; he shook his head dismissively and tucked away the leaflet.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Urik of Azog, most ancient of all Urukim would nod approvingly of the new Rex, hopeful for the future of Uruk kind. He then took his rucksack carrying his belongings as he had for centuries, prepared to follow the Rex to wherever he led their people next. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...