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THE KAZIN'KUL ULTIMATUM


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Bahku's massive form hunched over the parchment as he tried to decipher the strange markings that adorned it. The scribbles might as well have been ancient hieroglyphs to him, utterly incomprehensible. His frustration grew as he grunted and snorted in an attempt to make sense of the document. After a few moments of futile effort, a look of defeat crossed his face. He tossed the parchment aside with a mix of annoyance and resignation. With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the enigmatic symbols, leaving behind any hopes of understanding what they meant. His primal instincts for food had no time for such arcane mysteries, and he resumed his quest to sate his ever-present hunger. "wUB EvuR.. mI nUb gRUk Wub EhT BLahZ... WEr Bi dI GruB..."

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"Adunians are half man. They're of elven grizh after all." Called the great Chieftain GRIMRUK'LUR, meditating atop a great mountain overwatching the village he had helped built for his people.

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The short Lieutenant laughs, a PETRAN SMILE plastered on his face"It seems ve letter passed through - or perhaps it was ve General who went to talk with them?" He shakes his head, hunching over his unfinished document "Well, maybe there will nie be need for a Patrol this time..."

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"Those Kazin's will be the downfall of Urkium and the land of the spirits." Pharaoh Atemu muttered as he gazed upon a piece of sacred iconography depicting Theu'uth, God of Heka and Rah'mun wisdom. "They must be expelled lest Isfet gains an advantage on us all."

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"I wonder if these humans have enough courage to come knocking on our door," said the orc as he tasted some delicious human meat

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"Interesting." Comments a neighbouring High Princess

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A lone templar would read the missive as he sat by a lake. “What an insolent woman, demanding the orcs meet her every whim.” He chuckled, tossing the paper into the water, watching as it floated away. 

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Thrabor Ireheart, the templar superfan watches the development with excitement whilst seated upon the golden throne in his bathroom "Go shineh lads! Kick 'em orkies arses!"

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A merchant scans over the missive, a brow lifting as he nodded his head in agreement. "While idiotic in their faith, I will agree with my kinsfolk on this single point. The Kazin'kuls, must indeed be Kazin'culled." A chuckle escaped the tanned Mali'dun, the merchant of the Sea going back to preparing that glorious coastal home of his. 

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