For the title of Rukagoth

[slondy 13]

For the title of Rukagoth
*This letter is posted onto the town board as well as another copy being delivered to the rex personally*

Two young ambitious children of Krug, Mash the Orc and Ghân-Buri the Goblin sat down at a tavern in Krugmar over one too many drinks. The bustle of the city surrounding them was a sight to behold. Many busy merchants scurried from stall to stall trying to make their H’Teeflings, while stout warriors of the Iron’Uzg celebrated the victory of their skirmish in Balian. Upon closer observation they realized the bruddahz returning from their battle had dulled weapons, tarnished armor, and one orc wasn’t even wearing a helmet. They begin to think that the kingdom of the orcs was in need of resource reform to ensure its warriors and citizens were well equipped to succeed at whatever they might attempt. Although they were relatively new to the iron horde they begun to discuss some of the opportunities for advancement and ended up with this missive.


Dear citizenz of Krugmar.
Mi been in Krugmar for a while now agh mi like tu peep change. In mi eyes, Uruks seem disorganized, mi agh Ghâni-Bur would like tu help anywhere we can. We peeped dat Krugmar need someone tu take care of da resourcez, mi agh Ghâni-Bur have grukk’d some ideas like making town cow farm for Uruks tu breed cowz tu get leather for uz tu supply our army for Wagh, have any Uruk who be interested mine our minez so we can have supplies to defend Krugmar and all citizenz living within as well as having suppliez tu go out and klomp when we want. mi agh Ghân-Buri want tu make it where we nub have to wait on raw resourcez tu do anything agh have it where we could arm every brudda agh ziztah when we need tu at moment notice.
Luv Mash agh Ghâni-Bur.

[OddOllie123 255]

Kulkan'Lur perched himself upon the walls of the goi. His sandpaper fingers caressing the missive. 

 

"Mi grukz zat diz kood beh hozh.. Prephare za horde fa waghhhh!! Nub longah wyl zmol men beh vlattin miz' cows!!" 

[Nowak 877]

George would hear of this from a traveling urchin."What weird customs these creatures have..."He'd murmur among his friends, spreading rumors around the tavern.

[DancingZebra267 397]

Grunrok'Ox would sit within his blarg, he'd wrap his claws around the paper and begin to read it. Grunrok would look out over the edge of the Goi towards the desert and think. Yub, Mash iz ahg hozh uruk. Mi vote fer Mash. mi beleev mash bi hozh Rukagoth. Mi iz redi fer wagh!