Doodoodooodoooooo.

[bungo 3965]

As you walk around Stritzgoi in the blistering sun, you look around and see Nobs training the Runts, Goblin Merchants yelling around for you to buy their wares, It's an average day inside of the Orcish City of Stritzgoi. As your feet trudge through the gravel walkways a loud roar pierces your ears. You hear the roar once more and you figure that it comes from the Northern Gates.

Curious, you make your way towards the Northern Gates accompanied with a crowd which contains Goblins, Orcs, Slaves and the sort. Standing near the gates, you look outside to see a large Jabbernack that has a large black war-hardened hide. It's skin is covered in punctures, claw marks, and bite marks. You look up towards the face of the Jabbernack and you notice that the left eye is clawed out. Looking up, you notice an orc, seeming to be around 8'0 with an average build for an orc. His skin, such as the Jabbernack's is rigid and covered with scratches. You notice he has Jet Black hair, looking of the sort of the current Rex, Gorgul'Gorkil. He has gleaming yellow eyes, which are the color of the sun, looking of the sort of Thore'Gorkil. He is adorned in leathers, armor made from the hides of several animals such as boars, wolves, and bulls stitched together to make a hunting attire.

The orc looks around a few times, looking at the crowd of orcs. Staying silent, he lets out a series of muffled grunts as he dismounts from his Jabbernack. He lets out a large grin as he looks around and lets out a small "Ug" in a low-pitched gruff accent.

[Merkaken 516]

Grommosh looks at the dismounting Orc, rolling his eyes. "Diz dumazz nub ned tu make ah bob'hosh deal..."

[Komodo 140]

*The relatively human sized half goblin leans on a support of one of the many towers, bone staff in the dirt, crouching bow legged. Baruk notes the appearance of the hides, somewhat similar in ways to his own bone attire. He doubts this is not a coincidence however. He then spits into the dirt, a glob of saliva, flem, and blood before muttering a few words under his skull mask.*

"Diz be ash intereztin uruk... He nub peepz anehting lyke me,"

The half breed spits on the ground again, relieving himself of the buildup which has developed from the recent potions given by Zogtar.

"Maybeh, diz bruddeh kan ehlp me zum eh?"

He grunts in response to himself, before throwing a cowl over himself to keep out the sun's rays, making his way back to his apothecary.

[Cracker 4570]

Gorgul chuckles at the sight of his firstborn making such a flashy appearance. Approaching him from the crowd around him, he leans forward, before tossing a wild punch to the uruk's face, roaring.

"Take it eazeh, kub."

He smiles, proud and surprised his first born has survived the wilds, his fears of his disappearance, death or turn to whitewashery alleviated.

"Blah me about deze Jabbernaks...."

[higgsyy 104]

Mokrag grins faintly

"Mi grandkubbeh"

[Jarkarll 314]

( Wat did I just read...)