From the north gate.

[Austin 697]

Comes out of the palace quarters he smiles as he eyes his old friend, and mentor he unleashs a deaf-defying roar and enters the arena he takes many steps of pride towards his Clan Father Mogroka'Gorkil and rears his head back going to headbutt Mogroka.

[[i was tight for time for this, but I was going to make a pretty post with pictures too don't worry.]]

[Ned Lud 1260]

Ned Lud'Gorkil thunders in from the desert wilderness, upon the back of the warboar Bagha, "**** Eater". Skulls and severed heads in various stages of decomposition clatter upon the rider's hip and the stench that steams off of the pair is enough to gag a maggot. The Gorkil Elder grunts as he dismounts, spitting a wad of fermented cactus green into the sand and letting out a guttural laugh that sounds much like throbbing gristle. He thumps his chest with his one good hand and bellows, "Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi!!" His beady eyes look onward in reverence as a cousin and blood-brother marches in to meet a clan brother in the ancient, Gorkil tradition. "Let da sandz ob da Goi run red wit da gijak ob Gorkil!", he snarls as the veins in his neck begin to pulse with the old bloodlust.

[Sultan 3953]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP2zA3lZk9Y

Mogroka, holding the leather reins of his Jabbernak rides slowly into Strigzgoi he reach's the middle of Strigz and stops jumping off his Jabbernak, he plants his staff into the ground, the bones and skulls of different animals and races rattle once the staff hits the ground. Mogroka stands tall his eyes fixated on the Rex Arena/Palace he is silent.

[Krag'Thak 7]

A few moments later, Horns, Drums and chanting are heard Many from the gates arise banners of the Gorkil Clan as the Gorkils Stream in through the Gates of the city, some mounted on Jabbernaks, others on War Boars. KragThak, leading a small band, rides his War-Boar hard, shouting and whooping, riling up Orcs all around him holding his Axe aloft. The Gorkils bearing shields Bash them against their weapons, those bearing two handed axes and spears slam the butts into the ground, the sounds imitating the tattoo of a war drum. Guttural growls and roars fill the air.

KragThak stops a few feet behind Mogroka, along with several Elders of the Gorkil clan. Armor of all kinds decorates the Orcs, glinting steel and the smell of Leather and sweat fills the area. As they stop, Dust slowly begins to settle, and an eerie quiet rises. only the sounds of shifting armor and Grunting is heard.

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

Marggbog passes Mogroka on his War Pony Vronk as he enters the Goi. He looks bewildered at the group and before walking on he says.

"Ug, bruddahs?"

[Sultan 3953]

Mogroka's eyes do not shift but his lips part as he grunts and lets out a whoop. ''Marggbog join da boyz.'' As the Gorkils Grunts and Runts start to push and shove each other every one trying to show his dominance a Gorkil Elder turns and growls before they stop and fall in line.

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

Marggbog pulls the reigns of Vronk and backs up slowly to the gate. He finally reaches the line and turns to face Mogroka.

"Wub iz diz?" he lets out a grunt of confusion.

[Krag'Thak 7]

While The Gorkil Elders restore order among the ranks, Several Jabbernaks towing War Machines with chattering Gorkil Goblins at the controls roll into the city from the north gate and stop behind the forces of the clan.

[George of House Glover 372]

*looks around, jealous of everyone's mounts he runs off and mounts his wolf, Gurug and returns*

[Sultan 3953]

Mogroka moves one step forward, he raises his head and shouts at the top of his lungs his voice booming across Strigzgoi.. ''Rex Thore'Gorkil! Cume agh faze latz klan kume myyt latz diztaney!'' Mogroka shouts entice the Gorkils as they start slamming there shields with there weapons they start to roar and whoop. As Mogroka Shouts again his voice raising higher than the noises his clan was makeing ''Kume oud agh myyt da myght oub da Gorkil Klan! Kume foah latz ritual iz ere!'' The Gorkils start going crazy as droll falls from there jaws, and there blood-lust rises.

[George of House Glover 372]

*realises this is a Gorkil thing, he wonders back to his house and carries on skahing his slaves*

[VonAulus 2082]

Grool, on foot, leads some of his Gorkil brothers along with the rest. He is wearing a full set of steel armor and is wielding his obsidian spear. He woops and raors with the rest, the combined bloodlust of the orc kind welling up inside them. He looks to his clan father, and the Rex of the mighty War Uzg, wondering what will happen. He thrusts his spear into the air, roaring with anticipation.

[Sultan 3953]

Mogroka headbutts the Rex back, as he motions two of his sons forward, they come dragging a large male boar forward, the boar reachs Mogroka as he grips its reins, and his two sons hold the boar by its neck, he raises the boar head upwards exposing its neck, and motions for Thore to sit under it, Thore dose.

Mogroka pulls his ceremonial dagger from his belt and brings it to the Bores neck slaughtering it, the blood starts to gush out as the bottom of the neck is held by his sons, Thore directly under the boar is bathed in the blood. Mogroka grins at the sight and raises his hands in the air and roars, his fellow clansmen roar and whoop with him, until the last drop of blood from the boar hits Thore, Mogrokas two sons let go of his head the body falls limp.

Mogroka brings the dagger to his mouth cleaning the blade with his tongue, he raises it under his working eye and cuts downward on his skin making a large cut to the end of his cheek, he then takes the dagger and stabs into his left shoulder keeping it there, he motions for two of his other sons as they come forward they both are holding a large axe between them, the axe is Gar'Thang.

The Gorkil Clan legendary axe passed down from father to son begging with Gorkil only a father of Gorkil is able to carry such a beast of a weapon. Mogroka extends his hand and lefts it with only his right hand, as he brings its end to the ground the axe stands by him almost reaching his length.

Mogroka looks towards Thore'Gorkil the Rex, and lets a small laugh before turning around and lifting both his hands in the air one holding Gar'Thang. He shouts for his clan ''Led da bluud run 'igh' as the Gorkils cheer, they start to mutilate themselves. After a little while the blood starts to flow under them Mogroka shouts again.

''Brudderz!'' they fall silent as he points Gar'Thang to one Uruk in the middle Ned'Gorkil a horrid and gross sight to behold for a none orc, but to orcs a Uruk that holds the highest esteem and respect among the Gorkil Ned is known for his mutilation. ''Brudderz! Ned'Lud zun ob Angbad zun ob Gorgol zun ob Gnarlug zun ob Gorbad zun ob Angbad zun ob Gorkil zun ob Krug! Ash ave da onah ob da fizt bluud!'' he smiles towards Ned, and extends Gar'Thang towards Ned, waiting for him to spill the first blood of the Rex.

[Recklez 45]

Murgaw slowly walks towards the group, tired of his long journey as he sees his clan performing some kind of ritual, when he reaches them he says "Ug.. blood bruddah..." and looks around, seeing his fellow orcs multilated themselves for something, so he decides to do it too, grabbing his worn axe and making a cut over his chest, as the blood poors down to his feet he smiles to Thore, but stays silent.

[Austin 697]

Thore'Gorkil stands tall and strong eyeing his fellow Gorkil brothers with his vibrant signature yellow eyes, his dark green skin is etched with scars that tell tales of many battles he has endured in his long lifetime. He kneels over and summons a ferocious roar that startles several desert birds perched on the high intimidating towers of the Rex's palace causing them to fly away.

He prepares himself for one of his final trials as an Orc, and as a Gorkil.