Call for the Orcs of Old

[ShyDisaster 183]

[!] Outside the city, in his own secluded hut an old man thinks of his life. The places he has been to, the people he has met, and the events that led him to be here today. He can not help but feel nostalgic as he does so, smiling joyously from visiting some of his happiest memories, just to realise them to be long gone and slowly fading away.

 

After a moment of thought the old man picks up a pen and starts to write. Piece upon piece of paper, he makes as many missives he can before setting his parrots to spread them across the world. Maybe they’ll find their way to those he knew, or maybe not. At least he has given it a try.

 

- CALL FOR THE ORCS OF OLD -

 

Wagwan. 

Mi am Kretz’Ox, an old gobbo trying to record some of our past in Arcas agh Almaris. Unfortunately though, mi have realised that mi memory am nub like it was before. Things have faded with time agh mixed with each other, becoming something incoherent from the truth. This is most likely the case for most of us older folk, but it doesn’t mean that everything is gone.

 

Mi am calling for any older orcs who are willing to join mi in a little event to talk about the old. Mi will do mi best to find some grub, green agh grok to compensate lats agh make the event enjoyable, while mi do mi best to collect all the information. 

 

Even if lat do nub have much to say for the records, it would still be nice to meet agh catch up. Mi can nub deny that mi miss many of lats dearly, for it has been way too long since our last meeting. Some of latz mi have possibly even started to forget, which mi am sorry about, but would still appreciate if latz come to remind mi. 

 

 

By the Krug firepit

11th of July

Starting 11am EST

Free to join and leave as you please

(and maybe some other days too)

[ThatDutchFellow 1147]

An ancient Goblin sits within a secluded cavern, maddened scribbles of the All-Seeing Eye Ixli littering its walls an occasional distorted cackle left his form as the mad Goblin continued his worship of the spiritual realm of Forbidden knowledge and Madness... this is what became of Al-Uk'Yar, The once Motsham of the Iron Horde had lost his mind entirely to the ancient spirits realm. Would he awnsers Kretz's call? Who was to say, All Al-Uk said in response was "LÛP'ILZGÛL LÛP'IXLI!" Followed by a eery cackle as the dragon-horned Shaman wove his stave about in dance about his sanctum of insanity.