A Normal Day in Strigzgoi [Forum RP while server is down]

[_pok_ 1768]

Pawk grumbled looking down from his tower. After the events of the night before, he decided it was well past time for him to come down from his tower and rejoin his brethren. The loose wooden stairs rattled as Pawk climbed down the tower. For the first time in nearly a decade, Pawk stepped out into the sand. He rubbed the sand in between his toes and looked out over the city. The usual sound of swords and axes clashing filled the city, Pawk mumbled and stepped over to where the Krughai was training, approaching some of the Orcs.

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[Lexperiments 18]

Lex sighs as he wakes up, looking at the rubble of his house. He rolls around for a moment, not really understanding his surroundings, when his mind clicks and he jumps up with a jolt. Immediately, he checks on three things; if his basement caves in, if his books are okay, and the state of his storage chests. Thankfully, all three were fine; he sighs, rubbing his head. He waits a while, slowly waking up, before beginning the task of slowly rebuilding, using the large stockpile of cobblestone stored out front.

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk's left eyelid twitched uncontrollably, for no apparent reason. He didn't seem to notice though, he laughed loudly as he pranced through the sandy plains, picking at flowers that existed only in his mind. Gronkk picked up a small, prickly cactus in ignorant bliss and placed it firmly to his wide and grotesque nostrils. As he inhaled deeply, savoring every last whiff of the plain and dry cactus' musk that was distorted within Gronkk's endless expanse of insanity. Joy, colors and ambient sound ran rampant in his mind as an ecstasy of scent ran through his mind. Giggling uncontrollably, Gronkk spotted a blurry figure in the corner of his eye, unsure if it was a Happerjack or another abomination from the unexplorable and untamable madness that was his psyche. Reacting off instinct, his right ear began to swivel uncontrollably and he began to charge full speed at the figure that was Pok'Ugluk. As the Orc reached the training site, oblivious to the 7'1", 450kg blob of sheer mass on a collision course with him, he began to observe the grunts with a watchful and aged eye.

The pride in his eye turned to that of a hunter as he turned to witness a frightening spectacle: one ton of Gronkk at full speed within a yard of the target.

"EUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR!!!"

[Shar'ku/jenspelao 410]

*Shar'ku munches his boiled hafling arm, his machete leaning to his left leg, having a small piece cake on his left hand. Observing the krughai training, rectifying the faults made by runts and the new nobs. As soon as he finished his arm, he burries the bone, throwing the piece of cake directly into his mouth. He stomped the ground firmly, taking his machete and swinging it robustly as he saw one of the runts yielding as he slipped, after that he shouted furiously.

"Lat bi a krughai uruk, nub sum skahun whitevash dat bi a weaklin' agh givez up unly bicuz hi zlippz!, diz nub be sum puny oomie trainin', lat hafta haf dizipline agh haf curage, diz bi da way wi urukz bi da bezt!"

[_pok_ 1768]

Rolls backward, Gronkk in his arms. The pair roll backward off the great plateau. Luckily for Pawk, Gronkk is the one who lands onto the gravel on his back, and all Gronkk's fat help cushion his own fall. Pawk stands up, examining the creature that just tackled him. He looks down and realizes who it is, and he jumps back, grunting and mumbling, "Ug....Gronkk...."

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk slowly begins to sink into the sand, face first, but does not stir. While conscious, Gronkk's brain reached the maximum capacity allocated for thought. As the warm and merciless sand engulfed his back, snoring could be heard from under the sand.

[_pok_ 1768]

Pawk grumbles and walks back up to the plateau. When he reaches the top, he limps his way over to Shar'ku and takes a seat next to him."Ah nub kan tayke muzh mure ob dat, eurhur." He looks to the runts viciously training in front of him, " 'ow am de Runtz duin'?" He looks to Shar'ku, obvious signs of age are in Pawk's face.

[higgsyy 104]

Mokrag wakes up during midday as usual, after a heavy night of drinking. He steps out from his house in the Ugluk circle wearing his usual attire of boar and bull hides. The old brute scratches his fat stomach before attaching his hammer to his belt. He heads over to the noise and observes the runts training. Mokrag sighs watching Shar'ku yell at one of runts.

"Diz new skah'n genahrazion. Mure pink den green. Hrm."

He rolls his shoulders before sitting down cross legged on the hot sand

[Austin 697]

Thore'Gorkil sits on his thrown in the palace, he lies in a dazed state as the powerful desert suns beats down on Strigzgoi. He yawns once more and dozes off into a sleep and snores loudly, disturbing the Kheshig that are nearby.

[Hoss 16]

*Wakes up, bottles and tankards littering his floor. There seems to be blood spattered all over the ground, his chairs tipped over and smashed*

"Da skah appened last muun..", grumbled Vuugush, roleing out of the bed and lazily taking his sword from an overturned weapons rack. Vuugush vomits quikly before he leaves his house for training.

[George of House Glover 372]

*lies back in his bed, slaves chained all around him, weak from recently skahin him*

[Ned Lud 1260]

Ned Lud'Gorkil rolls over in his sleep. The boars squeal in their pen as he punches and kicks them out of the way, making more room for himself in the mud. He wallows around, old and tired. One of the larger sows farts in his face, splattering mud and waking him; a primitive alarm clock. He smacks her butt and staggers to his feet, scratching himself and taking a piss in the same mud puddle he just rose from, getting some on his feet but not seeming to notice. He wipes away the dead flies that are caked to his lips and pats his belly, mumbling to himself, "Me a ugly momoskaher!"

He suits up and heads to the Goi to see what the others are up to. As he lumbers into the city, the Krughai appear to be training. He snatches a chaw of cactus green from his medicine pouch and packs it into his lip, watching over the others.

[Hoss 16]

*Vuugush lumbers over to the training center, taking note of his surroundings. Vuugush notices Sharku*

"Oi Sharku! Wub de skah we doin dis muun fe taynin?!"

[Austin 697]

Thore vigourously digs at his nostril in a disgusting attempt to clear his nostrils. He then hucks a large loogie into the sand below and releases a putrid fart of vile gasses. He digs into the insides of his chair and recovers a halfling leg- He then begins to chew.

[Shar'ku/jenspelao 410]

Pawk grumbles and walks back up to the plateau. When he reaches the top, he limps his way over to Shar'ku and takes a seat next to him."Ah nub kan tayke muzh mure ob dat, eurhur." He looks to the runts viciously training in front of him, " 'ow am de Runtz duin'?" He looks to Shar'ku, obvious signs of age are in Pawk's face.

*Shar'ku smirks as pawk approaches to him, he picks up his wooden machete as he answers his question playfully. "Diz runtz haf guud futur, bud dey habta train' toughly agh niid tu bi tutully diziplent, lern tu du everyash dey are blahed, agh den dey 'ill bi hosher". Shar'ku takes out a raw piece of halfling leg, offering it to pawk. "Want sum uf diz bruddah?"