Blood In The Sands

[Zezimus 1523]

 

Within the great council chamber of the Kingdom of Urguan, the Lords take their seats and each turn their heads towards Grand King Thorik Grandaxe as he sits atop his throne. Lord Valen Grandaxe rises to speak, untying a bow from a large scroll, as he grips it tightly in both hands, his eyes gazing across the letters.

 

 

"Reports frum t'e Legion 'ave confirmed 'ostilitehs wit' t'e Urkus war nation soire... T'ey saeh t'e greenskins 'ave baehn assemblin' undah ah nuh Rex. Furst t'ey 'ave attacked t'e Kharajyr n' naow t'ey turn t'eir 'eads taeh us. Weh 'ave given t'ese bastards enuff toime taeh establish peace... T'ey 'ave broken t'e treateh n' wit' it dis'onoured our oath! Ah 'ave alreadeh ordered raids un t'eir camps taeh beh carried out but t'at maeh nawt beh enuff. Naow beh t'e toime fer wahr. Weh mus' stroike 'em whoile t'e chance is open. Whet'er weh loike it er nawt, wahr as baehn declared n' suh weh n' our kin mus' foight..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A heavy drum beat sounds through the dwarven hold as the iron doors of the chamber slam open and the Lords and Grand King step out from within. A large crowd of dwarves gather around, as Lord Valen steps up to the podium, taking an intricately forged battle axe from over his shoulder, and holding it by his side.

 

 

 

"Dwarves ov Urguan, wehn t'e Grand King tuuk 'is throne, ye weh promised ahn erah ov peace n' prosperiteh. Ahn erah w'ere weh wud nawt 'ave taeh fear fer t'e loives ov our kin. Afteh fifteh years ov wahr, weh forgave t'e urkus fer t'e deaths ov our fat'ers n' sons... Frum wehn t'ey launched an invasion ov Kal'Alras, taeh wehn taeh spilt t'e blud ov dwarves upon 'oleh grounds, weh still came taeh accept peace. Naow t'is oath lois broken... A week aguh , t'e greenskins spilt t'e blud ov our allehs n' our kin stationed in foreign lands. T'ey cut t'e 'oides frum t'e Kharajyr n' descreated t'eir corpses in front ov our uwn gates.

Wut beh clear naow is t'at whoile t'e Urkus remain in t'is world, t'ere wehll beh nuh peace nohr toime spent drinkin' wit'out t'e worreh ov raids un our lands. T'ese bastards will ferever baeh a t'orn in our soide, lest weh duh somet'in' taeh stawp 'em. N' suh weh will! Baeh ordah ov Thorik Grandaxe, Grand King ov t'e Kingdom ov Urguan, each and evereh dwarf 'o can wield a blade 'er axe is tae assemble fer a full scale invasion ov urkus 'eld territoreh. Weh will droive 'em frum t'e deserts n' soak t'eir blud intaeh t'e sands! T'ey will learn wut wrath t'ey 'ave awakened frum 'oleh Yemekar! Wit' t'e clashin' ov iron n' steel, t'ey will beg fer merceh but will beh shuwn nuhn. Wehn t'is war is uver, weh will cut t'e 'ead frum Krug 'imself n' mount it atop t'e 'ighest peek ov our 'omeland! Sons ov Urguan, march taeh war n' victoreh!"

 

 

Valen raises the battle axe into the air and bellows out a loud war cry in the tongue of the ancient dwarves.

 

 

"Thair Dungrimm, m'h dufer t'da ah bangadh 'f anart, zahrer ok annym melchi merriu t'krog trullit geddyn kazak!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

((The battle is being held on Friday at 5PM EST. Everyone who wishes to attend should rally at the dwarven hold within the hour before it begins.))

[Coconuta 141]

Kuran sighs at the announcmen, clenching his wound...

"Ah never should of g'un ta' te' deserts tu' luk fer ta' survivers, t'en ah would be able tu' 'elp slay tu' m'unsters from ta' w'urld!"

 

OOC: Shame its to late to come, Its 10PM here in England :I

[Tethras 278]

Farren stares at the recently sharpened edge of his axe as he rubs his beardless face.

 

"'Aye! 'Teh Uruks shall be put 'teh 'deh axe! 'An t'ere leaders beard 'ah shall take 'un repayment 'fer me own!"

 

Lets out a loud roar as he beats his fist against his chest plate.

 

"Blood 'fer blood! Beards 'fer beards!"

 

[Meanking 311]

*Holds his Iron Warhammer over his shoulder*

 

Ah, does' Uruks be waring' with dea' wrong people! dea will rue dea day deah thought that we, dea' Dwarves, Son of Urguan would allow such treachery, even if et onleh' be in dis' Island.

 

*Holds his warhammer again and chants the same as Valen* 

 

"Thair Dungrimm, m'h dufer t'da ah bangadh 'f anart, zahrer ok annym melchi merriu t'krog trullit geddyn kazak!"

 

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum grins, hoisting his battle axe over his shoulder.

 

 " It's been tuu long, toime tu connect wit' our true roots an' avenge th' fallen brothers ov th' old. This toime th' Orcs will nay be shown merceh, fer we made th' mistake tu show them merceh before! There wus ah toime when we 'ad them by their necks an' we let dem gu fer th' sake ov 'onor! "

 

Gorum raises his battle axe over his shoulder.

 

 " BUT THIS TOIME WE WILL FINISH DEM ONCE AN' FER ALL, NAY GREEN SKIN WILL BE ROAMIN' TH' SAME LANDS TH' DWARVES ROAM ON WHEN WE BE FINISHED WIT' DEM! FER URGUAN, FER TH' BRATHMORDAKIN, FER TH' KIN OV TH' DWARVES! "

[youlovesocks 652]

Kayne roars loud yells 

 

"It's ab'oot toime we crush de damn urukz! Ah've been wantin' dis tu 'appen fer yehrs!"

 

Kayne also is slightly confused with the new colorless forum

[Hobolympic 1093]

"Har har, an excellent comeback after meh injureh. Been a long toime since ah 'ave slaughtered a greenskin. Tuu long!" Strom yells.

(( Cannot attend unless moved to Saturday, attending a ball (of all things) ))

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

-Liam taps a beat on his knees grinning ear to ear beneath his bushy, blonde beard. He cackles and within the halls, he begins to sing in drunken swoops.-

"Di moun'ains' call, di san's beluw,

Di beards awr braidud, wid silvur an' guld

Com' 'ear mi bruthurs, o' frost an' snuw,

Stoke de furge, an' cas' di muld,

Wi gu te war, wi gu tu figh'

Wi march te battle, clinkin' mugs wid death,

Wi gu te destruy, give di Urukz a pligh'

An' if wi fall an' if wi die, wi'll laugh an' roar till our las' breath,

Nuw join mi in singin', join mi in cheer!

Com' wid mi bruthurs, delivur di call!

Com' face di Urukz, giv' dem sumt'in' te fear!

Wi gu te figh', te live or fall..."

[TEEbrown 348]

The aged Grandaxe, Bazian, sits drinking an ale just outside the closed doors of the council chambers as he usually does in his life of leisure. As of late, this old dwarf sits back and enjoys a life of ale and company; a farcry of the life he lived as a beardling.  He is seated farther back, as to not get in the way of the younger lads. The doors swing open and his brother Valen steps out to give his speech. As he does so, the elder dwarf seems more and more distressed, as if there has been something dwelling on his mind for quite some time.

 

He listens to his brother's speech with great intensity, raising his mug occasionally and giving an agreeing "Aye!" every so often. As Valen says the oath to Dungrimm, Bazian does so almost instinctively. "Thair Dungrimm, m'h dufer t'da ah bangadh 'f anart, zahrer ok annym melchi merriu t'krog trullit geddyn kazak!" After he renews the oath, Bazian begins to have a revelation. He gets up quickly, knocking over his ale, and quick-steps down to his room, leaving his cane behind. He emerges from his room and joins his kin in the hall, fully armoured and lofting a hefty axe.

 

 

 

"Me brot'ers!" He says with great pride. "Fer too lon' 'ave ah jus' sat idle in t'is kingdom. Many fins' 'appen in such toimes, loike th' bluddeh urkuses causin' 'avok. It is toimes loike dese t'at ah ahm remoinded dat bangadh's ov onoir are fins' dat are best not fergotten."

 

 

Bazian plants the old axe of his clan to the stone floor given a loud thump. He then says another phrase in the old dwarven language meaning, "The day of inactivity is dead, the third orc war never sleeps."

 

 

"Hagnol 'f ne-dactiv ‘s merriu'd, prir urkus karak hef nugksta tamh!"

 

 

['d = past tense]

[no longer active 734]

((Any chance it could be moved toSaturday?))

[Kardel 1054]

*Kardel strokes his long, white beard with his metal clad hand*

 

Dese uruks 'ad et comin'! WE WILL SLEH DEM OLL FER MESSIN WIF DA KINGDUM UV URGUAN! 

 

*Raises his battleaxe* Ye 'ave meh an' mah olchemeh at yer soide! Ah s'all get brewin roit eueh!

 

WE FOIT TA WIN! VICTOREH TA URGUAN!

[Zezimus 1523]

((Any chance it could be moved toSaturday?))

((We might not be on this map on Saturday. :P ))

[no longer active 734]

((A bit later ok Saturday? I could do 6:00 maybe but 6:30 would be best))

[no longer active 734]

((A bit later on Saturday? I could do 6:00 maybe but 6:30 would be best))

[Gorum© 623]

Five Dwarves approach the Hold, their blades and axes stained with Orcish blood and their sacks filled with gems and loot. As the Dwarves march back up to the hold they raise their axes, cheering in the name of Urguan.

 

" HAR HAR!  Th' piteh Orcs thought they 'a ah chance against us! But nay, nay! We will nay give dem toime tu recollect an' plan fer da battle against us. We will barrage them wit' our foinest warriors, foinest weapons, an' strongest willed Dwarves constantly untill th' Orcs beg loike they did years agu in th' lands ov Asulon! "

 

The Dwarves make their way up to the hold, unlocking the gate and dropping a large sack along with Orcish heads. Valen, Lord of the Dwarves, emerges from the group of warriors, standing to address the Dwarves of the Hold.

 

" This be th' result ov th' Orcs feckin' wit' us! Th' true war 'as nay even started an' we still be ruinin' dem! This, me bretheren, this be whut true Dwarven moight be. This be th' true fury ov th' Dwarves, fury an' rage that we kept insoide us in Asulon. Th' Dwarves waitin' fer us in Khaz'a'dentrumm smoile upon us tudeh along wit' Urguan an' th' Brathmordakin! Let us nay let dem down, let us show dem 'ow stronger we 'ave become in their absence. "