Tu da wargoff

[higgsyy 104]

Mokrag sat in his home, reflecting on his life. He decided, that it was time. He headed over to a small chest with a huge padlock bracing it. He stomped it off. Mokrag then, pulled out a set of armour. Jet black steel, bone ornate pieces. It was the armour of the Braddukk family. He adorned it, and rose.

He then grabbed a hammer. A steel hammer. It was, the hammer of the Braddukk family. Mokrag thought of all the previous warriors who wielded this, beast of a weapon.

His father, Goregutz.

His grandfather, Baderakuk

Even Braddukk himself

Suited up, Mokrag knew what he had to do. He set out. His first stop, the camp. One of the many places Pok would be. When he arrived it was deserted, as it had been for a while. He entered and began to yell. "Pawk! Latz 'ere?!" He looked around but found no one. "Me 'ead'n mok." It was ghazkull. He was leaned up against a tree eating from a rusty bowl.

"Latz peeped pawk laydleh?" Mokrag asked. "Nub, whai?" "Idz tik." Ghazkull looked displeased."Latz shud nub du id. Da klanz tu small fah rivolreez." Ghazkull replied sighing. "Idz nub rivalreh. Rezpekt agh 'onah. Bezidez, da femely fall'n apard. Da yongah bruddah ob ah wargoff wood ged alod ob ferokz." Ghazkull shrugged. "Du whud latz wond tu du oldah bruddah" Ghazkull put emphasis on older like it was a bad thing. Mokrag turned and headed out again, this time for the war uzg.

When he arrived, he saw the orc he had been looking for. "PAWK! Idz tik fah anoddah wargoff klomp. Mi challenge latz tu azh." Pok turned to Mokrag, and he waited for the response

[Ghazkull'Braduk 25]

seems legit

[_pok_ 1768]

Pawk yawned loudly, rubbing away the dust in his eyes from the sandstorm that had been going on while he slept. He heard Mokrag's cry and nodded, heaving his War Axe from his belt. He patted his growing gut and walked slowly, almost limp, out of his tower. He strapped on his armor effortlessly and grunted quietly to himself. He went to face Mokrag and stood in front of him.

"Ah zuppoze zo..." He grinned widely as he stared at Mokrag.

[craotor 617]

(I like the doomhammer)