rex klomp A Zilence Brok'n Tuu Layt

[BlauRps 545]

 

[!] A missive would find itself spread across all of Aevos, the writer seems to be passionate enough to write this as clearly as can be for all to read[!]

A Silence Broken too Late

Penned by Varn, The Scholar, In the year of Our Lord 1999

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Fur tuu long hab Mi kept mi zilence aboot da on-goin’s ob our wurld, but nub anymore… fur tuu long hab Mi kept mi zilence tu nub be zkrutiniz’d by da Faith Mi hab kept ever klose tu mi heart, but nub anymore…

 

Mi wizh tu blah mi gruk wyth blunt hon’stah agh truth thou Mi gruk many wyll brandish der blades agh ztart kaztin’ der foul hexez agh kurzes mi wae, but Mi du nub kare anymore ob wub diz mortal plane does tu mi fur mi WYLL join mi layt lyfemate, Scrap — may izi rest n peace — n da Zeven Zkies zoon after dis iz written moz likeleh but Mi wyll nub cower agh beg fur furgyv’nez lyke mi pathetic agh dizhonorable kin dat follow a mor pathetic agh dizhonorable “Rexkhan” at itz helm.

 

Mi red da Zkroll ob Auzpice agh tu blah dat Mi wuz zurpryz’d by wub Mi red wuld be undahraytin’ mi tru horror tu wub blindz our Holeh Momo Church deez paz few yearz… dis “Tru Aengul” iz nubthin’ mor den a kon-artist dat wizhez tu thro da entyah wurld ‘ntu pandæmonium fur itz own pleazure agh entehtaynment. Mi red da peepwitnez account ob Zer Philip agh Da Dawnzervant wen day did klomp wyth Raguel, mo horror turn’d tu anger reedin’ abuut diz dæmon’s eldritch abiliteh tu reztore latzelf through mortal vizcera az if it were nub blahgyv’r ob our REX GOTT.

 

Agh juz today Mi red da mizive dat da Khanate wyll march wyth da Holeh Momo Church wyth da zame bloodeh exkuz dat doz ob Vikela zpiryt’d away tu da Krasts ob Vortice. Diz, dear readeh iz da zame exkuz da Urukim ob da Khanate uz’d tu raze da Zhire ob Dunwen, tu zubjugate Lurin b’fur da Republic ob Zalvo beat dem tu it agh now, dey uze it again tu zubjugate da Rexdom ob Vortice.

 

But nub anahmor fur Mi hab peep’d mor dan enough tu gruk where diz iz goin’…

 

MI, Varn, Da Skolah, Zcion ob Klan Gorkil challenge Rexkhan Daahd Lur tu da eraz-old tradition ob da REX KLOMP!!!

 

Mi bruddaz agh ziztahz ob da IRON UZG hab had it wyth wub Rexkhan Daahd haz dun tu da Honorable zonz agh daughtahz ob our Popo Krug.

 

Mi pray dat diz be an honor-bound klomp meanin’ dat NUB ANZ iz tu ‘ntehfere wyth diz sakred ryte ob da honorable zonz agh daughtahz ob Krug, fur da ajtion ob duin’ zo iz dizhonorable.

Mi pray dat diz be an honor-bound klomp meanin’ dat da uz ob aneh zortz ob mojo, enchantmentz, runez, zpecial metalz, alkemicalz, agh poizonz be FURBIDDEN by ANEHANZ who iz der tu witnez or, ‘n da kaze ob Rexkhan Daahd agh Mi, doz klompin’, fur da aktion ob duin’ zo iz dizhonorable.

 

Until den…

 

Zigned,

Varn, Da Skolah

Zcion ob Klan Gorkil, Honorable Zon ob GOD agh ob Krug

 

[!] A Blah to Common Translation would be attached to the missive [!]

For too long have I kept my silence about the on-goings of our world, but not anymore… for too long have I kept my silence to not be scrutinized by the Faith I have kept ever close to my heart, but not anymore…

 

I wish to speak my mind with blunt honesty and truth though I know many will brandish their blades and start casting their foul hexes and cursed my way, but I do not care anymore of what this mortal plane does to me for I WILL join my late wife, Scrap — may she rest in peace — in the Seven Skies soon after this is written most likely but I will not cower and beg for forgiveness like my pathetic and dishonorable kin that follow a more pathetic dishonorable “Rexkhan” at its helm.

 

I read the Scroll of Auspice and to say that I was surprised by what I read would be an underrating my true horror to what blinds our Holy Mother Church these past few years… this “True Aengul” is nothing more than a con-artist that wishes to throw the entire world into pandæmonium for its own pleasure and entertainment. I read the eyewitness account of Ser Philip and the Dawnservant when they did battle with Raguel, my horror turned to anger reading about this dæmon’s eldritch ability to restore itself through mortal viscera as if it were no messenger of our LORD GOTT.

 

And just today I read the missive that the Khanate will march with the Holy Mother Church with the same bloody excuse that those of Vikela spirited away to the Krasts of Vortice. This, dear reader is the same excuse the Orcs of the Khanate used to raze the Shire of Dunwen to subjugate Lurin before the Republic of Salvo beat them to it and now, they use it again on to subjugate the Sovereignty of Vortice.

 

But not anymore for I have seen more than enough to know where this is going…

 

I, Varn, The Scholar, Scion of Clan Gorkil challenge Rexkhan Daahd Lur to the eras-old tradition of the REX KLOMP!!!

 

My brothers and sisters of the IRON HORDE have had it with what Rexkhan Daahd has done to the Honorable sons and daughters of our Father Krug.

 

I pray that this be an honor-bound klomp meaning that NO ONE is to interfere with this sacred rite of the honorable sons and daughters of Krug, for the action of doing so is dishonorable.

I pray that this be an honor-bound klomp meaning the use of any sorts of magic, enchantments, runes, special metals, alchemicals, and poisons be FORBIDDEN by ANYONE who is there to witness or, in the case of Rexkhan Daahd and I, those fighting to be used during the klomp, for the action of doing so is dishonorable.

 

Until then…

 

Signed,

Varn, The Scholar

Scion of Clan Gorkil, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug

 

[!] An artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar [!]

 

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 @Sean_VEVOplease dm me on Discord so we can plan a date a time for when we can do this Rex Klomp!
My Discord is: blaurps

 

[Tk4522 504]

A fe-uruk would let out a sigh from her cold desk, nestled with in heart of Blackworth. Her empty orbs scanned over the context of the missive. 

 

"Am Mi zuppozed tuu fheel zumthin'... Wurri, hope... fear even... Kauz Mi fheelz nuthin. Da ugz Mi gurk'd am long dead ang wit et, mi friend ang mi obligationz." 

 

Her head shakes. 

 

"Mi wyl kare ef diz nue era hazzuh plaze futh da weyz uv' da zhomo... ef hi zhakez da zleepee lodge tuu etz foundationz... Ef hi rekonzliez wit mi remaining friendz." 

 

A tear rolls down the shaman's cheek as she turned to peer out the window of her office. Her face carries a look of longing, perhaps even the hope she so sought. 

 

"Dayt wuld bhee zumthin..." 

[Digit___ 1224]

An Alchemist’s eyes widened before looking up to his Orcish friend, Varn, the Scholar ( @BlauRps ), in shock.

“Let me pray for dein safety, Varn.” The Waldenic elder then bowed his head.

“FATHER GOTT, be with Dein sohn, Varn, as he enters the wolf’s den. He will be ridiculed and harassed by all, FATHER, und nicht just his blood-kin, but those of the Canondom that would see this duel not happen.” He prays fervently, sweat dripping from his brow. “SAINT EDMOND, lay dein mantle of Knightly Honor upon Varn’s shoulders and pray for him that his Honor is the LORD’s Honor.” He smacked both of the red-skinned Orc’s shoulders hard with zealousness. “ALMIGHTY GOD, put Dein Honor into Varn’s heart! Let Dein White Flame burn within his soul!” The Berkhoven continued.

 

“IT IS IN DEIN HOLY UND BLESSED NAME, FATHER, THAT WE PRAY

AMEN!”

[Vilebranch 410]

One such missive of hatemail would arrive for Varn in response to his missive,

 

"REPENT REPENT REPENT. STOP READING AUSPICE. STOP READING DA MISSIVES OB HERETIKS AGH SCHISMATIKS. WHAT DOES REGENERATING LIMBS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? GO TU CHURCH AGH REPENT AGH SEEK FORGIVENESS. LOK-GOD LOK-GOD LOK-GOD.

 

-IRUNGIT'RAGUK ESQUIRE"

[BlauRps 545]

The Uruk Scholar would see the missive from Irungit’Raguk after being prayed over by his elderly friend.

 

Varn, The Scholar would send back a letter to its sender, it would bare only one word:
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NUB

 

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37 minutes ago, Vilebranch said:

One such missive of hatemail would arrive for Varn in response to his missive,

 

"REPENT REPENT REPENT. STOP READING AUSPICE. STOP READING DA MISSIVES OB HERETIKS AGH SCHISMATIKS. WHAT DOES REGENERATING LIMBS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? GO TU CHURCH AGH REPENT AGH SEEK FORGIVENESS. LOK-GOD LOK-GOD LOK-GOD.

 

-IRUNGIT'RAGUK ESQUIRE"

 

54 minutes ago, Digit_005 said:

An Alchemist’s eyes widened before looking up to his Orcish friend, Varn, the Scholar ( @BlauRps ), in shock.

“Let me pray for dein safety, Varn.” The Waldenic elder then bowed his head.

“FATHER GOTT, be with Dein sohn, Varn, as he entered the wolf’s den. He will be ridiculed and harassed by all, FATHER, und nicht just his blood-kin, but those of the Canondom that would see this duel not happen.” He praise fervently, sweat dripping from his brow. “SAINT EDMOND, lay dein mantle of Knightly Honor upon Varn’s shoulders and pray for him that his Honor is the LORD’s Honor.” He smacked both of the red-skinned Orc’s shoulders hard with zealousness. “ALMIGHTY GOD, put Dein Honor into Varn’s heart! Let Dein White Flame burn within his soul!” The Berkhoven continued.

 

“IT IS IN DEIN HOLY UND BLESSED NAME, FATHER, THAT WE PRAY

AMEN!”

 

[Werew0lf 24180]

St. Raguel continued on with its days of doom and destruction, knowing that none of these bystanders, screamers who could only talk the talk but not walk the walk, would do anything but to bring the aengul any harm. Raguel felt so invigorated, knowing that amidst these screams of its falsehood, they were too afraid to take action. It had appeared so many times now, and in each manifestation, they cowered. It filled his ego - it filled its pride, its self-preservation and its image, its desire to continue on the path it has led. Truly, the Aengul of Justice was real. 

 

"GOD forgive you."

[marikandaperc 1817]

"If I were the Rex I would just decline the offer and move on!" says Kasula Tennallar who had been planning her move to the Khanate

[Jihnyny 5233]

"For a schola, dis waan write poorly."
Says Tiderippa'Raguk, his feet dangling off of a tall mountain of the south.
"He done blah like a raasklaat dat fell from da nest."

[ShyDisaster 183]

[!]"Finalli, finalli!" Kretz'Ox would rejoice as he read through the missive. "Zomazh elze peepz te flawz too! Finalli zomazh elze am doin zomthin!"

[Zemzy_Oakheart 347]

Glancing over the missive that had reached Gummy from within olden Krugmar's walls as she rifled through what little was left of the library's barren shelves had made the small goblin chitter in confusion as she read on by her self, chittering as if speaking to no one in particular. In her other hand was a copy of the Codes of Krugmar she had rediscovered amongst the debris & paired it next to the missive.

 

"Why iz orkz worzhipping nub'zpiritz....? Why ztray frum da path tu bekome white-wazh zo much....? Iz they forzed tu follow wurdz frum da kurrent Rex'z blah? Du othurz fear them THAT much tu blindly abandun traditiun....?" Gummy chittered as she made sure to read the missive a few more times to be sure.

 

"May da zpiritz help Gummy teach them tu remembur their rootz & find their way bakk tu Krug...."

 

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