WONK PRESERVATION INITIATIVE

[Javert 9615]

 

 

 

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WONK PRESERVATION INITIATIVE

 

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TO ALL CITIZENS OF THE HORDE,

 

I am a Rex who longs to see all races, not just the Urukhim, thrive. It is why I have allowed many a people to house themselves within the Horde. Over the years, some peoples have diminished far more than others. These peoples, whom I and my kinfolk hold a respect for, must be uplifted by whatever means necessary to ensure the continuation of their race.

 

One such race, the Wonks, has been greatly diminished over the recent centuries. Their decline began on Arcas, and now on Azuras there remains only a very rare and endangered few. Driven to action by the close-extinction of this historic people, I, Torosh’Mak, Rex of the Horde, decree the following;

 

1. The Wonks shall be classified as an endangered peoples. The killing or kidnapping of any Wonk is forbidden, and is punishable by death.

 

2. A tract of land dubbed The Wonkawoods Reserve shall be deemed a “Wonk & Wildlife Reserve”, and its borders shall be guarded by the Horde of Many Tribes to prevent unwanted entry.

 

3. Only Wonks and Urukhim workers in affiliation with the Wonk Preservation Initiative may enter the Wonkawoods. All others shall be arrested and, depending on the severity of the crimes committed in the Wonkawoods, fined or killed.

 

4. The Wonkawoods Reserve shall not owe tax to the Horde.

 

5. All Wonks and their tadpoles shall be given citizenship of the Horde as well as free travel within the Horde’s lands.

 

6. The Wonks shall be barred from military service within the Horde due to their fragile numbers. Such a ban shall remain until the Wonk population rises to a suitable level.

 

7. The Wonkawoods will have full rights to self-government, but may not dictate its own foreign policy. The Horde shall not interfere in the day-to-day governance of the Wonkawoods unless the Wonk race is actively endangered.

 

 

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Torosh’Mak, 

Rex of the Horde, High Chieftain of the Frost Urukhim, Chieftain of Clan Mak, Warlord of Lurakhan, Thralgar, Makh-Morok and Ghorazad, the Demonslayer, the Fire-walker, Protector of the Wonks

 

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[GoldenBoy 37]

looks to the missive that was thrown on his desk by his son "Whats this . . . oh its dumb . . . cool"

[Shaman 244]

Cro'ker, chieftain of Clan Lik, plants his banner alongside the Orcs of Azuras, reigniting an ancient alliance. "Swamp and orc stood together, long ago. Mud and iron." the creature croaked, throat expanding as his maw parted."Lik stand. Not hide in reed. If Horde honor bonds, then swamp answers."

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

“…Ark, what the **** is going on anymore?” he asks, glancing over at the Pink Mages. “He just lost the last battle of the war, and now he’s doing this. Is it supposed to be a distraction?” @Animael

[Wolfy-D 467]

S'Tlayelli finds the missive while doing chores and is about to throw it away until he reads the title, instead he brings it to his father and asks "tlachke eli es wonk?"

[GoldenBoy 37]

3 minutes ago, Wolfy-D said:

S'Tlayelli finds the missive while doing chores and is about to throw it away until he reads the title, instead he brings it to his father and asks "tlachke eli es wonk?"

"Frog folk that have been dead for a long time they likely are talking about those humunculi that appeared at our gates"

[Two2the 365]

Archie Mareno gathered a small party of servants to carry his bags, saddling his horse as he set out for the new wildlife reservation.

"Poaching?" A servant questioned, packing a bow, though the Mareno only waved a dismissive hand

"Poaching!?" He huffed "Don't you know the work done to maintain the S. 1149, H.R. 7408, and NEPA 1969?" 
The Mareno had a background in forestry & environmental science and rarely got to speak over it...

 

Spoiler

Making Teddy Roosevelt proud with this one, great post. (though, im not sure if the wonks are people or animals...)

 

[simatra 373]

Rumbamoibkias Goldenwind rouses himself from the muck, considering if it is time to emerge from the depths of his bog. 

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal Nerium looked into the cabinet under his desk to see the centuries-old jars of still-preserved wonk roe was reaching a level of critical diminishment. As the preferred spread for his morning toast, his bottom lip quivered with a dread of the future.

 

One day the final jar would be emptied...