Safety in the South

[Narthok 10416]

 

Safety in the South

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Various Greenskin, Elfen and Human messengers spread posters throughout the lands

Spoiler

 

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Few can say they know the hardship of war better than the Urukim. The children of the Firstborn, the bearers of the blood-curse placed on them by the ADVERSARY. Long have we borne our curse, enslaved by its song.  Only recently, after many decades of struggle and suffering, have we begun to return to the path set out for us by our forefather Krug.

 

The people of the Horde, both of the-blood and of the-law know me as Grommash. Some call me Horde-speaker, some Name-giver, some Truth-speaker. Whatever words decorate me, it is the duty given to me by my forefather Krug that reigns supreme. I have sent many of my people to bleed and die, to suffer, to thirst, to hunger, all in the name of the greater good. I have often shared in their suffering, held them in my arms as the life faded from their eyes. Few of the-blood can forget the horrors we faced in the last war, where we sought to free our occupied lands from those who would steal them away.

 

Since then we have learned. We have grown. I returned to the Horde not out of desire but out of compulsion. In my endless travels one command tortured my dreams. My service to the-blood was not yet done. Their salvation not yet at hand. It is for this reason that I have returned once more to dwell amongst my fellow First-born, to guide them in the way of Krug that they may someday be free of this horrible curse in our blood.

 

But what does this mean for the Horde, for the South, for those who are not-blood. If the-blood must change and grow to emerge from our spiritual enslavement and stand as Krug would have us stand, then the Horde must change too. For many moons I have shared my dreams with my fellow Firstborn, tracing our path amongst the stars as revealed to me by the spirits. Now I shall share that dream with the not-blood.

 

The Horde will no longer be Uruk alone. Rather, the Horde will be as it was always meant to be, a federation of many clans and tribes. Many fingers clenched into a strong fist. 

 

War is once more on the wind. Once more the warsong will ring out over the green-lands of the human tribes. Villages will burn, tears will be shed, and loved ones shall be fed to the earth as is customary. Such is the way of things. None know the brutality of war better than we, the Uruk. Forever outcast. Seen as savage and animal by those from softer, kinder lands. And so we shall do as our forefather Krug would have done, we will offer meat and shelter to the stranger. For if we cannot offer this, how can we expect others to provide it to us.

 

From this day the Horde shall be constituted of both THE-BLOOD, those whose membership in the nation that must be, is not a choice or an option, but a birthright. Many shirk this choice. Who refuse to be what they are. To accept that they were born of the blood-line of Krug, most feared enemy of the lie-speaker. But whether they reject or embrace their birthright, they cannot change it.

 

However, from now on the Horde shall include those who are people of the Horde by THE-LAW. Those who have either chosen or who have been born into the nation that must be but who do not possess the-blood. Nevertheless they are as much a member of the Horde as any other. Entitled to all that the Horde-law entitles and obliged to all that the Horde-law obliges. They are not Honourary as was once custom amongst the-blood in our degraded state. Rather they remain true to themselves while embracing the destiny of the nation that must be.

 

With the example of our forebear in mind, we extend this welcome to the tribes of the wide world.

 

Be you an outcast, wanderer, or stranger, be you many or few, the meat and the shelter of the Horde are open to you. To those who seek a safe home, safe lands to raise herds and children, this too the Horde can provide. Your chieftains shall speak at our councils, your people shall drink from our waters and eat of our herds. You will be safe in the south. All you must do is respect the Horde-law.

 

YOUR POOR, YOUR RICH, YOUR SLAVES, YOUR FREE.

 

For us there is only the Horde.

 

The Hordespeaker offers the following promises to foreigners seeking a refuge.

 

1. Peace-seekers seeking safety will be granted full membership within the Horde and entitled to the Horde-law's protection.
2. The retention and free practice of their religion.
3. Tribes seeking land for settlement will be given land, pasture, and access to oasis.
4. Protection by the warriors of the Horde and the immense defences that have been constructed to protect the-people.
5. A chieftain to represent the tribe and make decisions for the Horde on the Horde council.

 

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[framalam 837]

Far, far, in the biting breeze of his birth-wastes, the rex’s eyes hum defiantly against the sheets of snow that fall.

By his side, a lone tracker lone no more, skin swarthy, and tattered in the wraps of the enemy.

“Grand virtue, in imitation of the Allfather.” he whispers to the winds, and his companion, shrugging off the cold and marching into white once more.

[BurberLord123 375]

The Sandsworn would read the words, grunting at the announcment

 

"Bub'hozh"  was all he spoke