A warning to all those infavour of the Horde

[Direswift 296]

It brings me no pleasure to admit the world was right about the Uruk.
Creatures of instinct, driven by fire in their veins, heedless of consequence.
How proud the Lie-Speaker must be, knowing his curse upon the sons of Krug has endured unbroken through the ages.

I write now to those who still believe the Horde may rise above its blood-soaked legacy, who hope there is civility buried beneath centuries of savagery. Let this serve as a warning: do not seek alliance with the sand-eating, mud-dwelling brutes we call Uruk. Once more, with the absence of their Daddy, Thrall; the only voice to temper their idiocy — they have returned to fire and frenzy, as if it were all they’ve ever known.

The sins of this new Horde are neither few nor faint. While we prepared to face Chromaweave, the Terror that threatens the marshlands, The Horde speaker called a meeting — not to aid in our efforts, but to conspire. When mages unbound to the guild bring harm, we are named heretics. When we labor to repair their destruction, we are still treated as darkspawn. There is no victory for us, only hatred

And you, Bakhu'lur.
You, who were not there with us at Grommash’s funeral.
You, who never shared our bread, nor stood with us in the sands when the Horde dared dream of something greater.
You outlawed my craft in silence, cast judgment without counsel, and now — after years without incident — you cry foul at a lone insult from a man unaffiliated with us, outside our land. You were not attacked; you hungered for justification to betray the very unity Horde claim to stand on.

My mages remained within their halls, honoring every law set before us. We stayed true. We gave trust. And that trust has been shattered in mere weeks.

When Hyspia attacked, we stood with you. When others mocked our alliance, I silenced them. I believed in the Horde. I believed in honor. But belief, it seems, was my folly.

To any Uruk who still remembers what Grommash built — what Thrall fought for — if you still have pride, if there is any remnant of that once-noble dream left in you...
Then take a blade to your throat, and let your blood remind the earth of what the Horde once meant.

 

Scenery yours ~ Archmage Ipissimus Midas Von Athri'onn Acal'Turrii

[xo31 3979]

Potent voidal auras of many colors surrounded a meditating mage. He prepared for MAGE-WAR.

 

Spoiler

3 minutes ago, Direswift said:

Then take a blade to your throat, and let your blood remind the earth of what the Horde once meant.

 

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

"Visit the spirits; they will kick you out. Visit lats momo; she will kick you out. Visit Bakhu? He will kick you out."
Bakhu simply proclaimed, having not much to say on the matter. He then chose to continue his tyranny, awaiting to be met with the Chieftain of the mages at last.

[Navigator 4260]

THE TARGOTH tossed the missive aside when it was handed to him.

"Deyz drivellin' like rats. Dey am gonna be treated as rats."

[Javert 9615]

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" roared Grugmak, veteran of the war with the Hyspians and with the Horenic Covenant. He would spare no words for the mages, only his fury would be known to them.

[Monty Cobra 921]

"Is this about last saint's day? About the mage who attacked the orc party and openly admitted he only did so because 'he felt like it'? And the other mages who, in a great display of incompetence and stalling, refused to let the orcs into a piece of land they rightfully own?"  asked Aurus, who had been present at the time. He scratched his head. "Odd..."

[framalam 837]

An Uruk the magi had never known, and one who had never known the magi, but one who had long known the contempt of Grommash towards the taint of the Void, scratches his chin as his eternally longer return from self-induced exile draws on, and on, and on.

 

“It is not place of void-weaver to prate on Urkdom. No honor in Void. No honor, it seems, in absence of mine.”

 

A letter is scrawled, both to the cub Hordespeaker, and to the voidalist:

 

Spoiler

Spoiler

@Jihnyny @Direswift

BY HAND OF REX SKALVOR:

 

Respect law of predecessor-Urukim. Return of the Felurk is nigh.

Practice your foul magicks so long as a champion can defend them.

Know that our Sands are of Ferrum, and Honor is in their Dunes.

A Rex shall maintain the promises of his Dominii, or equivalent.

Challenge, or have your ways challenged.

Such is the Way.

 

REX SKÂLVOR

WAGHTINKA OF THE THAUG’MAUGRIM

REX OF KRUGISTAN

SERVANT OF THE ALLFATHER

 

 

 

[Chrisoulis777 492]

“Gruul used to be okey with mages, but then they attacked Gruul to take his recipes yub yub that was it, they attacked Gruul now Gruul will support hordespeaker”

[confusedjester 811]

Murt stared down at the missive, except she couldnt read. She tore it up and fed the scraps to her overweight pet chicken, Bokbok.