De Gijak Han [The Blood Moon]

[_pok_ 1768]

Conquest/Pillage:

Conquest is the act of military subjugation of an enemy by force of arms. In other words it is the de jure incorporation of some territory into another geo-political entity (either adjacent or non-contiguous). Usually, it is implied that the territory and population being annexed is the smaller, more peripheral, and weaker of the two merging entities, barring physical size.

Opposing Faction:

The Urukz ob de War Uzg

Defending Faction:

The Kharajyr of Va'Khajra

Name of the battle:

De Gijak Han

Location[must be the specific region/biome you wish to conquer]:

The Kharajyr city of Va'Khajra

Time(at least 5 days warning):

Saturday, The 23rd of June, Time Negotiable

Terms:

- No Enchants on armor or weapons [Outside of Power I Bows]

- When pillaging [if Orcs win], if possible, the /roll command will be ignored

- No Potions

- No Golden Apples

Rewards:

- region/biome swaps ownership

- any loot that may be left in homes

Role Play Reasoning:

Wiping sweat off his brow from a long tournament, Pok stumbles into the War Uzg holding nothing but an axe and a few pieces of maggot filled raw cow beef. He turns to go up into his home when he notices four strange creatures in armor standing on the sand to his right. He squinted at the creatures, and noticed tails and large snouts.

Pok noticed a sandy colored Orc walking toward the creatures, moving quietly to his home after the tournament. The strange creatures he had seen began to stalk him and then eventually surround him. Pok slid his hand down his side, feeling for his axe, as he slowly approached the creatures. The creatures had begun to circle him, drawing their weapons and growling. Pok identified the Orc as Grool’Azog and as soon as he did, he began to have second thoughts about saving him. Sighing, Pok continued to creep towards the creatures.

Pok had drawn his axe high and was nearly at one of the creatures however, Luarna’Gorkil ran toward him, screaming about the fluffy looking creatures that were surrounding Grool. She ran right into Pok and then stumbled back to her feet before quickly running to tell more Orcs what she had seen. The creatures turned around and saw Pok, who was rubbing his head and tusks, lying down on the sand. They growled at him and one of them began walking toward him. He had a fur which was white as the snow of the far North and wore a crown of pure gold. Pok grabbed his axe and looked at the creature, which he had now identified as a Kharajyr, and roared. The Khajajyr seemed unfazed and continued walking toward him. It circled Pok and examined him carefully. “What is your name?” mumbled the White Kha.

“Pawk, skaha.” Replied Pok loudly.

The White Kha laughed and mumbled, “A stupid name, fitting for a Uruk.” and continued to circle Pok.

He drew his golden blade and walked back over to Grool who was sitting in the sand with swords from the other Kha pointed at him.

Luarna’Gorkil came back to Pok, screaming again, only this time she had five Orcs by her side. Most in armor of some type and carrying weapons of varying types and materials. The Goj Mogroka’Gorkil, roared and demanded to be told what was going on. Pok said nothing and grunted.

The White Kha quickly got behind Grool and put his blade to his neck. “Back!” he yelled, pressing it tightly against Grool’s neck. The Goj laughed at the White Kha and began to count down from five. His voice boomed through the Goi as he counted down.

“KLOMP!” The Orcs of the War Uzg charged the White Kha and his men, truly not caring what would happen to Grool, and began swinging madly. As soon as the Goj had hit one, the White Kha had dropped Grool and darted off running. Gromgok, Moksha, Jarkarll, Murkash, Pok, and Mogroka held the chase and ran as fast as they could for the Kha. They had wounded most of them but they had gotten away but one Kha had surrendered to the Orcs.

He removed his armor and the Orcs found that he had fur black as the desert night sky. The Orcs surrounded him and took him back to the Rex Palace. The Orcs beat and torture the Kha before they send him back to his homeland. They sent him back as a message to the Kharahyr.

As soon as the Orcs sent him out, they began preparing for war. The boats were being prepared for a long journey by sea. Quickly the smiths of the War Uzg began crafting tools and making armor.

The Orcs are coming Kharajyr, be prepared.

[Samson Option 9652]

I have to admit Pok, that was some very good writing to describe the reasoning. Hope it goes well!

[Wretched 2075]

(( Come at meh :3 ))

[henrya15 25]

((Come at US)

[Austin 697]

Thore'Gorkil, Targoth of the Krughaai rallies the Orcish warriors preparing for conquest, battle, and blood-shed.

He barks some orders to Bigboss Moksha'lur to travel on his wolf to all of the 5 camps to gather the clans for combat, Moksha grunts and mount's his dire wolf Gijak'Kurrauz and heads off armour-clad.

The Nobs help rally the troops, he barks some orders to Nux to begin training the Runts preparing them for their first REAL battle.

And finally the newest Nob, Erik'Azog follows Nux in the training

[Space 2335]

Thore... I laughed for like 10 minutes.

[Samson Option 9652]

This is for Thore'Gorkil, or Erik'Azog since he wears such awesome slippers...

[Ursolon 197]

Orcish training boots? Seems legit.

[Garet867 36]

* Jarzun drools some more and the thought of more battles*

[Jarkarll 314]

Jarkarll arrives on his wolf Frangiz, inspecting the orcs preparing for battle, Thore shouting out orders.

He asks what is going on and after being told what is to come he yells "GLOZAG VOTAR!!!!!"

[bungo 3965]

Murkash'lur slowly lumbers alongside his wolf at the Krughai barracks. His wolf, snout bloodied crimson red from the blood of a savage lion while they were both hunting in the Savannah. Pleased with his wolf's progress of training he gives it a large bone as the wolf slowly plods back home.

Murkash'lur grunted loudly as he slowly droves the shaft of his spear into the sand to hold it there firmly. He lumbered slowly into the Barracks and stopped in the middle of the Runts and stopped dead-center. He slowly turned his head and inspected all of the orcs with his one eye, squinting slightly. He let out a small smirk, as he had realized that the Targoths were preparing for war. He stares at Jarkarll after he yells "Glozag Votar!" and nods slowly turning out of the barracks and lumbering outwards grabbing his spear from the sand as he leaves.

[Sultan 3953]

(Accepted.)

[higgsyy 104]

Mokrag runs throughout the Ugluk camp, rounding up every Ugluk present. He spots Pok barking orders at some Goblins. "Oi, Pok, wud tik we gu'n tu flat dem?" Pok turns and says only "Suun." Mokrag nods and runs out to find the stragglers not at the camp

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

Marggbog pulls his battleaxe from his sheath and prepares for war. Before charging into battle he jumps upon his trusty steed and rides around in circles.

[Wretched 2075]

The Pantera approaches Tiazar, the desperation on his face clearly displaying he brought news Tiazar was not sure he wanted to hear.

The Pantera blurts out the Uruks plans, panic detectable in his voice, he spoke of the comming war to Va'khajra...

Tiazar was no fool, he knew that a full war with the Uruks was not something they could hope to win, the battle was over before it had even started. Tiazar stalked through the jungle island gathering his military and making preparations, shouting orders about the island to the dazed Kharajyr.

Muurak, Tiazar's bird, flies down towards him resting on his shoulder, eyeing the Kha' as they pass Tiazar. Tiazar hands the carnivorous bird a small note, and throws him into the air. Muurak squaks loudly and soars away with the note clutched tightly in his talons

"If Tiazar can nawt 'ave tha island. Then by Metztli tha Uruks wont either."