The Greentide Mobilizes, The Crusade Continues

[Rig 17580]

Faith, Honor, Blood

c. Year 204

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The Orc Rhak’Dom made his way up to a podium in Lurakahn. Orcs from across the former lands of the Horde had gathered to bare witness to his speech as the blue Orc sought to make history. For many years, Lurak had been at war, and for many years still would this conflict drag on. 

 

“I am Rhak’Dom,” said the Blue Orc to his audience. “Targoth to the Khan of Khans.” Sweat surrounded his brow. The fury of blood rage was building within his chest. “Ours is a noble mission as Orcs. At the forefront of our cause is the honor of striking down those who seek to defile the Beleth Jungle. We have achieved this end in no small thanks to Daahd’Lur, the Khan of Khans, and his daughter the Rex Rue’Lur.”

“... But our mission is not over yet. Our mission shall not be over until The Khanate brandishes statehood loudly like a thundering club. When we invaded Dunwen, they said that the Khan loves men. In The Khanate, such triffling things mean nothing to us, but they wield race, gender and orientation as a calamity to accuse others. I know many homosexual Orcs, and they are not any less murderous than the rest of us. We all have honor. We all love Lurak. To those who seek to brand one another homosexuals to discredit their conquests, I say this to you – this country is noble, honorable, and unkind. Your insults are naught but slings and arrows that shall be met with the atomizing pressure of total war and invasion.” 

 

Rhak’Dom felt the pressure in his chest alleviate, his hands spreading wide into the air as his biceps flexed, his blue skin rippling with undercurrents of muscle.

“When Gronk destroyed Salvus, we all applauded. When Mogroka killed his foes, we jeered. And when Grommash nobly took the fight at the Westmark, we found great dignity and honor in serving. Words are air. To the Twiggierex who has sought to annihilate us, to back our enemies against us, I say this much… Your cause is noble. However, it is at an end. The dominant power among non-human races shall be the Orcs from this day forward.

“We answer to our Creator and to his son Krug. We answer to our Spirits and hope to find ourselves in Stargush’Stroh. To those who defy the great Daahd’Lur, you shall see that those of us from Lur Country are strong. That our allies are likewise strong. The Crusade has been called, it is an assembly of many faiths, but we do not revile God as you do.

“I pledge my blade to Krug the All-Father, to the Magnificient Daahd and Rue’Lur, and  to High Priest Fleeperus, and to those who have sacrificed their lives to revitalize the jungle, and free the South from the throes of piastdom politics. So says Rhak’Dom, Targoth to the Khan of Khans. Gug’ye.”

Many cheered, perhaps even some people booed, but the cause was announced regardless – the enemy fought nobly at Driftwood Hollow, but the End of Times was coming. The world would be different now.

 

[!] With a strange yet successful victory, the March of The Crusade continues.

 

 

Warclaim is on Tile 5. Extreme Hills 5. C'ya Saturday. LOCK IN!

 

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[Tk4522 504]

Upon hearing of this news, a spark of hope flickered in Ukukaal's heart. Though it was fleeting. The Horde had made her who she was, given her the best life she could have ever know and to watch it struggle in tatters upon her awakening broke her heart. The shaman wanted to believe her home would return to the vibrant mecca of spiritual worship, though years of silence had hardened her heart. The attack on Vortice had turned her back. Finally, the insistence on the worship of a so called creator had lead her away. 

 

It was only right to speak with the new Rex.

 

Give him a chance at the very least. 

[Aftrballini 450]

  The toil of Druzz beyond the throes of that Orc gathering continued as it always had. He gave an ear to Targoth's speech but his hands were made busy with the workings of his hellish creations. Siege equipment at the ready. Machines as bloodthirsty as any living breathing member of the green tide. 

 

  His goblin tinkerings may finally find their use, his roughly sketched schematics brought to life. In service of the Khan. And as he tightened the squeaks of his metal jaw Druzz Goldtooth awaited the call to arms. 

[RianNeverfield 149]

The Nightshade was ready to leave the port at any time, so were many others. This war isn't ours to fight. May the port sink before they get their hands upon it. We shall prevail, for our home is upon the seas!

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Valindra had initially felt pity for those caught in the Uruk crusade; she had wondered what they had done to deserve such wrath and slaughter. This one was different; there was no pity, no doubt, no sorrow, only an overwhelming sense of justice…

[Josh3738 3137]

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