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Slinks forward from the stands, taking in the situation before speaking up.

Dragunz? Yub mi'ab huurd uv deze. Mi blah wiv "Xandraza" DragunGoth. Wud iz awl diz abaut Drake ag Dragun? Wud mi mizzin? Iv der am challung tu bi 'ad, bub'ozha tin tu flat, den mi am nub'n turn down challung. Blah tu mi Albai, mi dayr tu tread whuurz mi bruddahs nub'n. Mi'v laung peep'd fuh Drake tu flat, ag iv lat am willin tu truzt uld Shaman Nubflat-Nekrumancah, mi bi willin' tu alp.

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Ned Lud'Gorkil snorts at the mention of dragons and lifts his leg slightly to scratch himself with his good hand while wiggling the scarred and mangled stump of his left arm.

"Me will flat dragun wit ash hand in belly ob Shurr'dru."

He lifts his finger to sniff, giving a satisfactory nod.

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Mokrag wakes from all the commotion, leaving his house baring only his loin cloth and piercings. A large insect lands on a scar adorned on Mokrags fat stomach. He squashes it, and feeds it to Kudo, seated on Mokrags shoulder. He lumbers around whiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Drah'gon? Whud kynd ob buurz mojo iz dat?"

He thinks for a second, looking at Kudo. The Elder shrugs.

"Zoundz tazteh"

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Grins at his fathers Jibe at him,"popo, lat mayk hosh blah, mi lyk deeze plans. Mi still 'member da tik of Alliance wit da Albai, ob mi Work wit da Wardens, and da Betrayal ob dem still Ghaash mi Blood. Lyk Alway', mi wit Lat. Flat Albai,den Flat Drayk on Uruk-tik, agh Uruk wai. Moar Klompin dis wai." He sheathes his axe,and claps a hand on Blawharag's shoulder.

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He laughs.

"Fighting me will give you no glory, even if you could catch me," he winks at Blawharag, strutting about the Orcs using his staff for support.

"I challenge you not because I need you to, but because I wish you to. I can overcome the Drakes with or without your help, but since your Goj assists me in locating them I extend to you the challenge. You can accept it or not." He comes to a stop at the feet of Thore, holding eye contact with him.

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KragThak Laughs out loud

"Standing to Uruks? Eibber dis ash is Moar tupiz Dan a skah'n stone er dis ash gob Ghaash in 'is bluud. KragThak respect dis,even if lat Trecherus-Twiggie."

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Blawharag grunts as Arik misunderstands him.

Globuurz Albai, lat nub wurf da skah between me toez. Me wuz blahun bowt latz entyre rayc. Me am shur lat puny liddul albai can vras da big meen draykz. Bud me blahun dat uz shuld vras latz entyre rayc, den vras da draykz avtur. Vrasdub weeklinz wif ash stroke. Lat gruk me nuw, puny albai?

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Places a spindly finger upon his chin, and gasps. "My entire race? Eheheh! Good luck! I don't know what my race is!" He laughs hysterically, dancing about and finally coming to a stop, his grin shrinking.

"I am no citizen of any nation, friend, but you may take your pick."

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Arik sighs and turns to Thore.

Do you seek to war against the Elves? Or do you wish to find these great beasts and slay them in the name of Krug? For I shall, and the Goj Mogroka shall, and any of you who wish to follow in the footsteps of the great one shall!

Slams his staff upon the ground one last time. Let us March, Mogroka!

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Thore stands quietly after several long moments of thinking he replies.

"Nub, dah elves hahb shown dishonahr. Diz ken nub gu unawnserz."

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