A YELLER OB DEATH | REBIRTH

[Vilebranch 410]

A YELLER OB DEATH

 

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

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"Lok Adar, durub ob frûmhûr agh durub gotok bügd;

Äkaav ob glatëknaakar, Äkaav breked nikkû!
Lok Adar! Lok Adar!
Hoshbolomshûmerighukh, Hoshbolomshûmerighukh, Hoshbolomshûmerighukh;

Adar ob bügd bandokhûr!
Gakh özgert utak azh!"

 

- Raguk Canticle to the Lord ob Spirits

 

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I write this missive to address foremost, the sons ob Glogol and the sons ob Garr, to whom I share in their blood and their blessings. To plead for their return to the lands claimed by the Horde-Rex, and that they might immediately submit themselves to the partaking ob the ordained WAGH to come. With this WAGH, aswell as the prophetic insights now GOD-given, I shall claim the title ob sole YELLER to lead our scattered people. No longer shall the GEAR-SUN be left without its steward, nor shall those ob the red be permitted to stand so afar.

Know now that I do not claim this lightly, for I do so only by the command ob the MOST HIGH, LORD OB THE SPIRITS. You, my beloved Raguk, shall inherit all that the GEAR-SUN attains in its turning. For the law was decreed to be carried on your tongues, and in your hands, and where your feet have lifted you. You shall live according to this law and be blessed in all you endeavor, for your diligence and efforts are not for yourselves, but for the glory ob GOD. I call for you to be regenerate; to answer my call and be made anew as pillars ob blood, steel, and flame.

Secondarily, I write to address the faithful far abroad and the sons ob KRUG who now sharpen their blades. I shall teach that which has been forgotten as to the nature ob our conflict. For our conflict is not one ob mere iron and steel, nor ob blood and flame. We are a people divided only by nature ob our accursed vessels; divided by the will ob the Deciever. Therefore, my beloved, I speak ob a WAGH ob SPIRIT. Our WAGH is fought foremost against the passions and sin, against iniquitous foe and eternal enemy. Therefore the nature ob our divides is the result ob our fallen order, that we might see our own sins upon each other and learn to hate. I must, ob course, call for peace. But I fear such opportunities have now been passed.

My people, my brothers in KRUG, you have done much displeasing to GOD. Much that is cowardly, or treacherous, or prideful, or full ob wrath. Such is the state ob this fallen Krugmar, to invite the anger ob GOD time and time again. Such that it was in the days ob Aegis, and the days ob Axios, and the days ob Atlas, and the days ob Arcas, and the days ob Almaris; such that it is now in our days. You have remained a GODLESS people, despite my constant warnings, though there are now surely some who fear the MOST HIGH. That which you shall receive is that which you have been found deserving, for in the embrace ob our GOD there is not a single blade which may pierce our hides, but without His mercy you shall be as motes ob dust in a raging storm.

Despite my rebuke, I say these words to the Empire and to those soldiers who enforce its will by the sword, I will bow only to the MOST HIGH. I will stand amongst my kin as they resist, for who am I to reject them in this seeming final hour? Who else but he who stands aside them can dare to ask them to follow into paradise? I would like to think that your Empire is an Empire which seeks the redemption ob all under GOD, but I cannot endeavor to assist it until the horns ob peace have been sounded. That which scandalizes the future conversion ob all cannot be said to be pleasing ob GOD. For this reason, while this WAGH is waged, I must set aside my vestments for the time being, such that they may not be stained with the blood ob the faithful.

Surely, I tell you, my beloved. That after much prayer and discernment, and after I have lead you into GOD’s protection, I shall unveil the nature ob my meeting with the LORD. And I shall tell you ob your purpose as sons ob red, the prophetic ruling tribe ob KRUG’s right hand. For the GEAR-SON turns toward our ascent, to make for ourselves great temples ob worship and great factories ob drudgery. Fret not, for this WAGH shall not claim us to ruin. But shall lift us to the seat ob the Ziggurat, to acclaim virtue and to destroy wickedness.

Henceforth, I Father FEAR-GAWD’RAGUK, proclaim myself as KHLAAR-KOR; Kashgurkh ob Matum, the Yeller ob Death. Priest and Prophet. Hear my voice and be humbled. For mine is the voice that has proclaimed the truth and the way and the law. The voice that has cast away demons and condemned the GODLESS to be slain; by the will ob the LORD OB SPIRITS.

 

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Spoiler

I am resurrecting Raguk from the pits of hell. We will be doing lots of syncretism and true faith nonsense.
If you're interested in making a Raguk, please send me a message on Discord or ingame. Thousands must make Raguks.

 

Edited December 5, 2025 by Vilebranch

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Maddock Tam wasn't a Uruk, but he smiled as he read this. "May you lead your people home, Yeller. We'll need all the help we can get, but this war will end with the Empire's defeat. One way or another.

[DrunkPapaBear 2292]

An uruk touched by Gazigazh whispers the words of the missive that lay nearby. He reminds himself of Kaptain Fishbref, of the Sons of Nagg and their savagery. His eyeless head nods to the memories and a decision is taken. 
The shaman flicked his hands to the walls, spraying a dark blood on the cavern’s stone.

 

Lûp grîzh, lûp nûl!

Izû bugd lâtz goth Ilzgûlz,

skaat norl izûbu golm ah-slai!

 

The uruk sat down and began to meditate, his soul traveling through the planes…