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Look at Mogroka and raises a brow in question.

"Trophyz? Wub append tu de trophyz?"

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*grunts as he hears of the news from the dwarves themselves*

Zogtar'lur am gib all dah gazat beard bak.

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Quickly sits up in his seat and a drops his jaw

"WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB!"

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*sighs, shrugging, more disappointed and confused than angered*

He duw it widdout any of dah council blah. Take all of eur beardz agh ship dem to Kal'Anart.

Me eben lost dah beard uf me ash ever flat, Goldbeard-beard. Me waz unlee a kub wen me got it. It waz sad-day.

But wuebeber; dah gazat hab offficialy made peace wid uz. Dey ztop dere war. Now de klomp wid Teuton agh Oren.

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Grins widely

Me ztill ab myne. Id am under me bed! hur hur hur!

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Grunts from further away, reading the rough papyrus with which the bulletin is written upon. Pok's face scrunches up, grunting in displeasure. He knows that there should have been a Wargoth Council called, and had the horns been sounded he would have come. Pok looks at the note and throws it to the ground letting it blow away with the steady desert winds.

Pok grunts and lets out a bellowing roar. Gijak, his young bull, lumbers over to Pok and allows him to hop on his back. Pok hops onto his back and lets out another roar, bending over and mumbling into the bull's ear, "Strigzgoi."

Pok sits upon the back of his bull as it arrives to the gates of Strigzgoi, his axe on his back. He hops off and kicks the bull, Gijak quickly runs off to his resting place in the desert. Pok walks over the Rex Palace, impressed with the recent surge in activity among the Orcs. He enters the Arena of The Rex and notices Gorgul speaking with Mogroka and Jarkarll.

He grunts and walks over to the group.

"Whi wuz dere nub kouncil Gorgul?"

He sits down, an angered expression on his face.

"Agh wub ztop uz frum habin' azh now? Id nub tu late tu kall kouncil, ib lat led mi, mi wyll du id. Lat nub gun' gruk dat mi juz' zit bai agh watzh lat du diz wifoud de blah ob de otha Wargothz. Now dat am tuupid."

[[i'm still browsing the forums here and there, if you do a Wargoth Council I can still participate semi-actively]]

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