Da Bubhosh Blah

[Sultan 3953]

(If you are not a orc you well not be able to replay to this topic as it is only for orcs the same thing gose for orc traitors.

The horns of Sanjezal let out there great roar, calling the Uruks to attend the great blah. As the last Uruks enter threw Sanejezal gates, both gates are shut behind the Uruks. the Uruks enter the courtyard of the Rex’s Palace. The Warlord stands there at the top of a sandstone platform. The Warmistress to his right side while the two Uzggoths stand by his left the high ranking orcs stand in the first line. The Warlord lets out a roar, quieting the chattering between the Uruks assembled there.

(This is translated from Orcish)

"Many brothers have pushed that this speech should be given for the memory of those who fell battling the undead. For myself, I should have thought that the worth which had displayed itself in deeds would be sufficiently rewarded by honors also shown by deeds. And I could have wished that the reputations of many brave men were not to be imperiled in the mouth of a single individual. For it is hard to speak properly upon a subject where it is even difficult to convince your hearers that you are speaking the truth. For orcs can endure to hear others praised only so long as they can severally persuade themselves of their own ability to equal the actions recounted: when this point is passed, envy comes in and with it incredulity. However, since our ancestors have stamped this custom with their approval, it becomes my duty to obey the law and to try to satisfy your several wishes and opinions as best I may.

Our society does not copy the laws of neighboring states; we are rather a pattern to others than imitators ourselves. Its administration favors the many instead of the few; this is why we are a nation. If we look to the laws, they afford equal justice to all in their private differences; if no social standing, advancement in public life falls to reputation for capacity, class considerations not being allowed to interfere with merit; nor again does poverty bar the way. The freedom which we enjoy in our government extends also to our ordinary life. There, far from exercising a jealous surveillance over each other, we do not feel called upon to be angry with our neighbor. But all this ease in our private relations does not make us lawless as citizens. Against this fear is our chief safeguard, teaching us to obey the superiors and the laws; they belong to that code which, although unwritten, cannot be broken without acknowledged disgrace.

The humans and the dwarves serve a king; one who does not serve them. The throne is carried down from father to son as if one's merit is determined by the color of one's blood. But, I can assure you, from experience, that all humans and all dwarves bleed red. The elves, even when given fair leadership, will take any available chance to distance themselves from one another, not as if to perform well in their own rite; but rather to ensure the demise of their own kin. I stand before you here, today, as living proof that the Orcs of Krugmar are infact, the greatest of them all. I stand before you here, today, as living proof that we are one in the same.

We are the quickest to extend a hand to brothers and a blade to our foes. In short, I say that as a nation, we are the school to all of Aegis; while I doubt if the world can produce a man who, where he has only himself to depend upon, is equal to so many emergencies, and graced by so happy a versatility, as the Orc of Krugmar.

And that this is no mere boast thrown out for the occasion, but plain matter of fact; we have been through more hardships than any other, and we have overcome each one with our heads high and our foe's head's higher!"

The Warlord stands quite for a moment, looking at his mate to his right, Mira gives him a smile, then he turn his head and looks at the Uzggoths both of them grunting in approval. He faces the gathered Uruks again. The Warlord gives out a second roar, the crowd settles down. Taking a breath the Warlord resumes his blah.

"Humans... Such packs they make.

How can they hunt together, when they cannot all run in the same direction?

No... Leave the hunting to us.

The hounds all joining in glorious cry...

The hunter widing his horn...

And a-hunting we go.

How I do love to hear wolves howl.

These are harsh lands, but we walk upon it gladly.

We raise our families here. Teach them right from wrong, and the importance of respect and honor.

I know the ancestors swell with pride, as they see us bring old traditions, to new life.

But this be a trying time for the history of the orc.

From the north, humans encroach upon our lands.

Their presence, a very insult to Krug and his children who once gave their lives to save this world.

From the forests, elves desperately clinging to what they call their heritage. Sniffing off the carcasses of their old lives.

In the deep caverns the dwarfs slam there picks into the sold rock, looking for what they desperately greed to no avail.

While the undead sweep threw the land poisoning and corrupting what was once pure and healthy.

I say, let them come...

Let them come! And face us on the field of battle.

Those who oppose the sons of krug must be taught a harsh lesson.

The spirits of the fallen cry out for blood, and I intend to give it to them.

When the sentinels of the forests are seen hanging in their own trees.

And the zealous humans of the south lie rotting in the barren sun.

And the undead sealed from this world, put back in the abomination they once came from.

It is a heavy price we must pay...

But we pay it willingly, knowing our children will have a place to call home.

This world has always been about survival.

And although some of you may not see eye to eye with me...

We will fight. We will hunt. We will kill. We will tear them limb from limb, or die trying.

All across the land, wolves will rise up to answer the song of war then, all will know that the sons of Krug have risen again.

It will be an hour of glory.

This is the last warning before invoking the great Throqu-ug so heed my call.

Brothers and sisters, I have walked to the four corners of the world. I sat as Krug roared; the spirits have warned Krug has warned, it is time. The burzum shall come and after it the great journey shall begin.

Lok'tar ogar!"

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

*lets out a cute roar copying Mogroka* Ukke Wargoth dat be Bubhosh!

[char615 41]

Krogu Sits in the shadow of the palace, watching the speech and chuckles to himself.

"Da speech be well un' good, but will da Uruks carry it out?"

[Slic3man 484]

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Gralka stands steadily among his fellow Uruks, proud to be led by a strong leader.

As his stands he lets out with a great bellow "GLAZUG VOTAR"

[Eltyer 2]

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[Blawharag 277]

<Watches on silently, preforming his duty as Warboss of the Kheshig and keeping a protective eye on Mogroka. At the words 'Lok'tar Ogar' his blade, Gilgamesh, thrums with ancient power. He nods in affirmation of the speech before returning his focus to his vigil.>

[Niso 91]

*While staying focused for any intruders, Tadok quietly listens to the speech given by da Wargoth. He grips his axe and places it over his shoulder, at the end of the speech he then nods and says "led dem com, Glazug Votar.

[Dwarm 70]

*hides in the sand near, as Milo is a halfling. He spies on the orcs and as soon as Mogroka's speach is done he runs away, unnoticed ... he hopes ...

[Dretus 14]

*smells the areas*

Dere was a alflin here

Me nub know where it went

[_pok_ 1768]

*Roars and lets out the mighty Ugluk War Cry*

"Led dem kum tu uz! De all bi flatted!"

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.