No Peace Until Ashes

[Pancakehz 2279]

 

No Peace Until Ashes

 

 

It is said that among the children of Krug, those with strength are warriors, those with wisdom are leaders, those with skill are makers, and those with faith are Shomos. Once in a while, a child of Krug is born that far exceeds that of the ordinary. Once in a while, a child of Krug is born that possesses all characteristics of what it means to be an Uruk.

 

Grommash, the Hordespeaker, a fierce warrior, a wise leader, a skillful maker, and an Uruk of faith that rivaled that of the most devout Shomos. Grommash was one child of Krug born as an example of what all Urukim should strive to be. He conquered the curse of the lie-speaker, he led our people with a fire-filled heart that surpassed any the Urukim had seen in many years. He followed the Kru’un until the end, fulfilling his purpose.

 

Grommash was taken from the Urukim. His body was defiled and his head kept apart from the rest of him. Grommash was disrespected, spat on, dragged through the mud, then left before the gates of Lurak for the vultures to descend upon. These are the actions of Hyspia.

 

Urukim do not forget, Urukim will not forgive.

 

Hyspia will know no peace. Hyspia will burn. Their farms and stores will be ransacked. Their soldiers will water the fields with their own blood. When they lay down their heads for the night, they will awake to the smell of ash and brimstone. Urukim will not forgive.

 

Hyspia has but one future, one dictated by the Urukim. The Urukim say Hyspia shall burn. 

 

No peace until Hyspia is ashes.

 

 

[Narthok 10416]

[DrunkPapaBear 2292]

The blind redskin knelt down, pulling a rotten fruit off the road. He then strayed away from the path and pulling grass off the dirt. The shaman continued to collect ingredients from the wild of the desert. He walked until his pouch was full. Then he returned home to the capital and began to brew hexes.

 

Izû bugd lâtz goth, Ogrol. Skaat khlaar izûbu mog ûgh baduzg nûl ah gaam-Hyspia-shâraz. Nork ulub-slayum, nork-shâra-goth. Izû bugd grîsh, izû lûp ah shâtup-Hyspia.

 

Spoiler

We call your power, Ogrol. Come hear our voice and show pain to the filthy humans of Hyspia. Take their lives, take their strength. We call for blood, we call for the destruction of Hyspia.