WAR ON THE MAGE | KRVG

[Jihnyny 5233]

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WE HAVE BEEN
ATTACKED

S.A 231

“He who drags the throqaal to his tent and stands guard through the night mistakes vigilance for wisdom;
the wise Uruk never invites the throqaal at all.”

 

SKAH-LAT MAGE-TRIBE,

You first find yourself lacking at Bakhu’Lur’s sacred Klamor. You then host a voidal-mage that defends your home, attacking my people, and finally - you refuse the welcome of the Hordespeaker to your tainted tower.
 

Bakhu has been patient, awaiting a representative. Even the dwarves of the west have found themselves sharing kaktus with Bakhu. Yet you, you refuse - you do not entertain - you destroy. 
 

Our shamans will no longer defend the desert from the voidal-taint; so you can spread it across the lands in your form of trinkets and philosophy. We will cull the rotten.

One Mage Dead, More Await,

ARTHUR [false name: Enoch] has been defeated by Bakhu’Lur in the honourable hur’mauk. Murt of Grugmak has taken her first kill under the sky, Arthur her chosen. His name was sacrificed firstly to FREYGOTH in apology of the voidal-taint, then to VOTAR in praise to the hunt and finally to KRUG in glory to the child and her future. 

 

Grubgoth Gruul’s shoulder is to be repaid sevenfold. 

You are not safe until your Chieftain smokes with Bakhu.

 

Praise be to the sacred art of Wagh and KRUG,

LUP’FREYGOTH, GLOZAG’VOTAR

SIGNED,

 

 

 

[Navigator 4260]

THE TARGOTH prepares the sacred gears of Waagh.

"Dey will seek Bakhu out, or dey am gon' bleed. . ."

[confusedjester 811]

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As the blood of Arthur was painted onto her young face by the hands of Bahku'Lur, having been taken in by the Horde only hours before, was the gob-child Murt raised high in Grugmak's arms. The moonlight reflected off her yellow-hued saucers, as she then stared down at her newfound brethren who cheered her name. Foreign pride crept across her face, a lopsided, sheepish smile on Murt's countenance. Unaware of what she had truly done- death, murder, and war, all concepts unknown to the child, did Murt merely wipe the crimson from her face with scrappy sleeves, and ride to her new home on the jade-orcs' steed. 

 

She spent the evening being rewarded with cookies, stew, and dancing away to the jovial music of the tavern- giving the events of the night naught a second thought.

[xo31 3979]

The dual-minded soul of Arthur lay on the carpet infront of a shattered vat, as an Atronach stood over him, waving a piece of paper. He grasped it, and peered his eyes over it.

 

"Ah."

[Laeonathan 5889]

The young Gakh'lur read the missive of his father diligently; yet not known about the issues with the so-called mage tribe - the betrayal of those seemed not to shock him, after what he was taught about voidal mages. Yet a question lingered: Why was the corruption ever allowed into their lands, at all? Did not all warn of the dangers of magicks?

[Metamancy 1759]

Uzgk'Grizh, forever loyal to the Horde, clutched the missive in his hands, his hands trembling with excitement and self-restraint.

Bakhu? Hordespeaker?

It felt only yesterday that he and Bakhu had together chased away that Qalasheen human boy from their camel pens, laughing like the brethren they were.

So much had happened in his absence. Hyspia, gone. Grommash, dead. Skalvor, disappeared. Bakhu... Hordespeaker.

The orc wanted nothing more, in that moment, then to return to his brethren in Krugistan, to drink together, to fight together, to laugh together, like he did so many years ago.

He shook his head. He took these thoughts only as proof that he was not yet ready to return.

He hummed a low tune, closed his eyes, and pushed these selfish thoughts away.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

“It’s almost like I told people not to trust the Mages Guild.” Valindra yowled, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. Regardless, she seemed glad that the new head of the Uruks was taking a proactive stance.

[xo31 3979]

25 minutes ago, Morigung-oog said:

“It’s almost like I told people not to trust the Mages Guild.” Valindra yowled, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. Regardless, she seemed glad that the new head of the Uruks was taking a proactive stance.

Arthur is going to explode Valindra.

[Chrisoulis777 492]

The Grubgoth Gruul would roam around the tavern of grub core with his shoulder still fairly wounded by the axe blow sent by Arthur, but that did not put a pause to his thinking or his grub making, wander what dish he can make out of voidal mages 

[sam33497 7356]

Silwyn Cerusil metagamed and remarked, "Ah, it seems they attended the Empire class on attacking people when they are banned. But where was Thrall at the Klamor?" Subsequently noticing the post title, the mage prepares a ferrymen deepstate army to kill the orcs as war had been declared on him. 

[Wonderland_Boy 1081]

The doctor, would let out a sigh, rubbing his temples as he muttered "Gosh... why do the orcs always insist on such bloodshed?" with a shake of his head, he crumpled the missive and tossed it aside, turning back to the work that never seemed to end.

[Dj_McMuffin 150]

An elder Farfolk took a long walk after reading the many missives that had been passed back and forth between the parties. Upon the hillsides she’d stop to gaze over the vast untamed deserts, a place she’d always considered, but never truly got to call home. I’m getting much too old for this… She mused to herself. Perhaps she had always been a little foolhardy, for it seemed like that excuse wouldn’t dissuade her. For one reason or another, she felt compelled. To satisfy her own sense of honor, trusting the honor of the Orcs held up to what she remembered in decades past. Isabella was overdue for another exchange with the Orcish kin. 

[Luxury 1082]

[An artifact of a bygone era laments]

 

"Forgotten are the days when Orcish Shamans held council within the Mages Guild - when Archmage Brevias’Lur, and later Thurak’Yar, guided the arcane with ancestral wisdom. Those years of unity now decay in the fading memories of the few remaining elders.

 

The Void is not dangerous in itself. It is danger only where it is not understood. Fear not the teachers - fear the rogue souls. The Arthurs. The Lanres. Those who wield without wisdom."

[Panashea 3323]

Bloodied hands revel in the coming age. 

[Cheese 8882]

11 hours ago, xo31 said:

The dual-minded soul of Arthur lay on the carpet infront of a shattered vat, as an Atronach stood over him, waving a piece of paper. He grasped it, and peered his eyes over it.

 

"Ah."

Juniper threw open the door to Arthur's home, shoving the missive directly into his face despite the fact that he had already seen it. "Would it kill you to not be stupid for like, three days?! "