THE BREWING STORM | REXKHAN

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THE BREWING STORM

THE REXKHAN

 

The Year 192 Second Age.

 

"" Wonderful, strong, my pride.

 

The sapling I planted became the strongest tree in the forest. I partook in its keeping and sheltered it from storms. I allowed its roots to grow strong so that it would not be struck down by the falling of other trees. I saw that its bark was hard as to break any axe a lumberman would bring upon it..

 

Beautiful was the tree too, any who saw it were in awe stuck. It tempted the devils of the woods to cry out against it, for it amongst them made them look as they were: ugly.

 

It was such that it was. ""

 

-The correspondence of Daahd’Lur to the Targoth Jreg’Gorkil after the incident.
 

 

 

 

On the last night of the summer season, the Rex Rue’Lur who had been bed ridden and ill from an unknown substance, slipped into a coma. The substance identified by the court alchemist was some form of poison originating in the Heartlands. The substance, intended for Daahd’Lur was instead ingested by the Rex causing her great pain and inducing a coma. The period of mourning over the Rexkhan is decreed to be no less than two months before the crown of iron is transferred to Daahd’Lur.

 

 

• IT IS DECREED THAT DAAHD’LUR IS NAMED REXKHAN OF LURAK, THAT THE POSITION OF AUTARCH IS NO LONGER A NECESSITY.

 

• THE REX HAS FALLEN. LURAKAH-KHANAHK, AHKHAN.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[wolfdwg 2677]

Jreg’Gorkil’s eyes gazed over the lifeless corpse of the she-rex, “I have seen enough death.” He would mutter to himself. The veteran uruk of the Midden War, Westmark, Vikela’s Subjugation, Hallowcliffe. Jreg would leave the tent; he hadn’t seen Daahd weep for his daughter, but perhaps it was just his way. Heading over to the battlements of the Goi, he would deadpan stare out over the murky oasis’s waters. As the waters lapped against the sandy bank, Jreg's eyes wept for the young she-rex.

Alone and away from prying eyes.

[Jihnyny 5233]

"The sands will turn into a rainbow of colour as the orcish tide comes upon the shores of its enemys."
Tiderippa'Raguk said, exploding in cheer to the new Rexkhan. 

[Laeonathan 5889]

An ancient RAGUK seemed to have awoken once more. Urguth made his way home, to the desert. It would be a long way; but he would arrive, once more.

[Cepheid 4304]

Qor had no witty remarks or quips to add to the news. A solemn expression overtook the young Grub'goth's demeanor and she sighed, praying to the spirits that the Rex was guided to the ancestors. She wandered outside of the goi to the sands that dusted the horizon, taking with her incense to light. It was beneath the starlight and warm desert breeze where she mourned the loss of the Rex, and awaited to see what became of Lurak. Despite the sadness, she knew in her heart that great things were to come of the Rexdom.

Qor'dash closed their services for the rest of the day, though new items would be stocked after tomorrow...

[_Jandy_ 3519]

"Kor shall surely nub deny her..." croaks out a somber Grothzark'Dom who dons an oversized black cloak as he honors her passing.

[DrunkPapaBear 2292]

"Her immortal soul lives on alongside our father Krug. May Stargûsh'Strôh welcome our fallen sistah."

The redskinned shaman offered some of his blood to the flames as he muttered a prayer to the gatekeeper.

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44 minutes ago, Jihnyny said:

"The sands will turn into a rainbow of colour as the orcish tide comes upon the shores of its enemys."
Tiderippa'Raguk said, exploding in cheer to the new Rexkhan. 

 

Mugdul'Yar could be heard replying Pause.

[Crevel 7557]

Word of the beastly realm's accusation of Heartlandic poisoning reaches the ear of Robert Tiberius Alstion. He himself would never read dribble written by an orc because he knows that orcs are ugly, beastly, and thus incapable of literacy. However, he does know that they make for great trophies. Robert readies himself to thwart any gremlin or otherwise that may march north to intrude upon the most southern point of the Langkette Mountains. He orders a courier to deliver a large portrait of himself fit in his regal form to the Rexdom with a brief letter attached.

 

 

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If you plan to come north, you best batter your savage horde with lard for it will find itself cooked on the battlefield.

 

 

 

His Royal Highness, Robert Tiberius Alstion

Prince of the Heartlander Confederation, Bailiff of Enswerp, Hunter of Orcs, Tongue-taker of Goblins, and Judge of the Heartlands

 

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5 minutes ago, Crevel said:

Word of the beastly realm's accusation of Heartlandic poisoning reaches the ear of Robert Tiberius Alstion. He himself would never read dribble written by an orc because he knows that orcs are ugly, beastly, and thus incapable of literacy. However, he does know that they make for great trophies. Robert readies himself to thwart any gremlin or otherwise that may march north to intrude upon the most southern point of the Langkette Mountains. He orders a courier to deliver a large portrait of himself fit in his regal form to the Rexdom with a brief letter attached.

 

 

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If you plan to come north, you best batter your savage horde with lard for it will find itself cooked on the battlefield.

 

 

 

His Royal Highness, Robert Tiberius Alstion

Prince of the Heartlander Confederation, Bailiff of Enswerp, Hunter of Orcs, Tongue-taker of Goblins, and Judge of the Heartlands

 

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"Why does the fat man send his portrait, is this condolences?"
 

"He thinks we intend to march on their realm, Khan."

 

"Ah... as keen as he is fit I see."

[wowj 9747]

1 hour ago, Sean_VEVO said:

THE BREWING STORM

THE REXKHAN

 

The Year 192 Second Age.

 

"" Wonderful, strong, my pride.

 

The sapling I planted became the strongest tree in the forest. I partook in its keeping and sheltered it from storms. I allowed its roots to grow strong so that it would not be struck down by the falling of other trees. I saw that its bark was hard as to break any axe a lumberman would bring upon it..

 

Beautiful was the tree too, any who saw it were in awe stuck. It tempted the devils of the woods to cry out against it, for it amongst them made them look as they were: ugly.

 

It was such that it was. ""

 

-The correspondence of Daahd’Lur to the Targoth Jreg’Gorkil after the incident.
 

 

 

 

On the last night of the summer season, the Rex Rue’Lur who had been bed ridden and ill from an unknown substance, slipped into a coma. The substance identified by the court alchemist was some form of poison originating in the Heartlands. The substance, intended for Daahd’Lur was instead ingested by the Rex causing her great pain and inducing a coma. The period of mourning over the Rexkhan is decreed to be no less than two months before the crown of iron is transferred to Daahd’Lur.

 

 

• IT IS DECREED THAT DAAHD’LUR IS NAMED REXKHAN OF LURAK, THAT THE POSITION OF AUTARCH IS NO LONGER A NECESSITY.

 

• THE REX HAS FALLEN. LURAKAH-KHANAHK, AHKHAN.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thank you to @thequeennadinefor contributing time and effort to this project of ours, what little free time you had it was great roleplaying and working alongside you!

 

"Can I be Rex now?" A Raguk queried

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

"Ob kourze izi frum da Heartuzg." the one armed goblin Bon'Ox notes with a sigh - before making a few notes onto a piece of paper, in case he needs to reference this event in a future manuscript on the 'Fall of Heartlands'.

 

He then offers a prayer for the fallen Rex. 

[Unwillingly 18099]

Galahad wishes Rue'Lur a swift recovery, and a prosperous reign to the Rex'khan Daahd'Lur.

[Zacho 2177]

The pale morning dew, only revealed by the early rising sun, made the notice paper soggy as Jiangu'lak had dropped it a moment prior. 

"It was you who restored my faith in our people Rue'Lur, and it was your strong heart and will that reinforced my belief as what the Urukim could be." 

The monk paused, some amount of a  bitter smile scrawled across his face before fading back to his solemn stature.

"We will do what we have to while you're gone, and if the Stargush takes you, then we will be sure to speak of, and to, you for ages to come."

[Xarkly 17299]

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