The Braduk Council Recount

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The goblins of clan Braduk blew the ancient rhino horns.

The clan fell into the fort, each carrying their own weapon and baring their own armour. Over time the line got smaller. First Murtz, then Grommash, Bragar and now, Dura'kai. Each were young, but new the ways of old better than most. Heavy losses. The entire clan went down the steps into the throne room, where the huge form of Mokrag could just be seen though the darkness. As Larty one eye, and Teefbuum da gobo lit the torches, the axe of Baderkuk was seen on the table infront of Mokrag. The most important orcs took their seats. Ghazkull, laying the axe of Gorgutz on the table next to him, Zagstruk laying his sword on the table, Arez and Frak, laying their axes on the table. The rest stood behind them weapons sheathed. Ghazkull tapped his treetrunk fingers on the table and began to speak. "Dere iz an civil wor in da uzg. Wez ned tu pik a zide." A quick murmur and nodding flowed over the people except the orc on the throne. Mokrag sat there resting his head on his against the arm of his throne. Zagstruk was next to speak. "We haz femely on Shar'kuz side. We shud hona Braduk agh juin dem." Frak leaned foward saying "Hur hur. Lizzen up kub. Da rulez ob klanz am tu pud dem hiyer in lats life den lats own femely. Agh dis clan coms frum Ugluk yub? Pok agh da Ugluks am whid da rebelion. Dat am who we shud klomp widz." Gromzlak, standing behind Ghazkull cleared his throat before he spoke "But, we is in da klan now. We make our own dezizionz." Ghazkull turned to his son "If id wuz nub fo Pawk, den weh wod nub beh zit'n in diz ruum rite nowh." Arez stood up stamping his foot on the ground "Flat dem oll! Kreate ah ghak parti agh insure Braduk dominaze!" Zagstruk simply gave a puzzled look and said "Join Shar'ku tu insure Braduk dominance!" Ghazkull said the opposite and to join the rebellion. A verbal conflict erupted in the throne room.

"ENUFF!" Mokrag shouted, slamming his fist down onto the arm of his throne. "Awll mai lyfe, I'z haz ben ah free uruk. Agh az da worgoff ob owr klan, id am mi jawb ta inzure dat future generazionz hab da zame ritez az i'z dyd. Shar'ku mey hahd giben uz da ovicial ztatuz, bud dat aint gonnah meen skah iyff weh lib undah ah uzg ob terany!" He begins to stand up. "Weh fite wid our muddah klan, da Uglukz agh whuevah dey allai demzelvez whid. AGH WEH DU ID, TU DA DEFF!" As he speaks, each orc comes around to the idea. Mokrag grabs his axe and everyone else in the room does the same, standing with their weapons drawn. They hold them high, angled at the middle of the table as they all shout "BRADUKZ FAH EVAH! FAH EVAH BRADUKZ! BRADUKZ FAH EVAH! FAH EVAH BRADUKZ! " The chant is long and loud. The clanging of steel is rings around the fort and further.