Uruks At The Crossroads (Warclaim)

[Omithiel 192]

The air was still  the stars and moonlight shined at the very top. The grass with a shining dew along the vast meadows that spanned throughout. Omithiel and his small group of dwarves return from the attack on the Orcs home turf, they walked along the road that leads to their home land, and they can finally see the tower standing atop the crossroads between their lands, the Temple and the road behind them. Omithiel smiles at and sighs with relief to finally be reaching home. He says outoud that they are almost home, and the dwarves are happy to finally be reaching home. As they passed the bridge and the forests grow ever thicker, a smell lurked in the air and the light wind brushed upon the noses of the dwarves. The smell was all to familiar to Dwarves, and they digusted it grealy. Omithiel face became angered and annoyed by this smell. The other dwarves as well knew this smell and their eyes were alert before Omithiel said.

 

"Bah! Orc dung!... t'at smell can be smelled from way out 'ere! W'ere t'e blazes is it comin' from!? Gorum, Bofauk, all ye dwarves keep yer eyes focused!" he says as he scans the lands for any outpost.

 

The Dwarves in a marching place cotinue down the road, the scent became stronger as the dwarves walked towards a road which is familiar to them. A fork road seperated by the tip of a mountain range. Atop the tip the moon shines atop the colors of the Orc outpost. It was silent and dwarves marching pace was almost silent with a few clanking noises here and there. Omithiel raised his hand to stop the marching, and he steps forward and calls upon both Gorum and Bofauk to step foward. Omithiel says in a whispered voice to his companions.

 

"Aye..we s'all burn t'is outpost down.." he says and the other two nod in agreement.

 

The three dwarves begin to climb the mountain side as they reach the foot of the outpost. Four pillars holding a small lookout deck above, and it seemed abandoned. The three dwarves waited a few moments to see if orcs were atop the deck. AS they waited Gorum saw something strange to the side of mountain. He signalled the other two to wait by the outpost as he approached a cave which layed along the edge of the mountain range. He squinted his eyes as he sneaked and stood behind a boulder. He saw from the distance a dim light shining. Gorum eyes widened and approached the other two carefully but with haste. He said in a whispered tone.

 

"T'ere is a Orc fort ov some sorts 'ere....w'at do we do from 'ere?" he says waiting for his King's orders.

 

Omithiel ponders in thought as the two look at him waiting for orders. He continues to think until he orders the two to go down to get the nation's flag. As they went to get the flag, Omithiel scratched the dry surface of each pillar. The two other dwarves get to the top of this low edge of a mountain range. Omithiel orders the other two place the flag down. Omithiel puts his torch along each dry surface, and waits for each pillar to light ablaze. Eventually all four pillars light on fire, and the three rush down  mountain as quickly as possible. Omithiel orders his small group to march with haste but silently as they follow down the road that leads to their home.

 

(( A siege / conquest warclaim will be set for the Ugluk_fort region along the crossroads on Saturday 2nd March at 5PM EST. Forgot the coordinates but Zezimus should place them. Every dwarf will need to meet at Kal'Azgoth around an hour before the battle begins. We've spoken Mogroka to approve of this attack.))

[Zezimus 1523]

Lord Valen Grandaxe steps out from within the glowing halls of Kal'Azgoth with a hearty grin across his face, greeting the return of the King as he slowly lumbers up the grand staircase. The King clutches hold of a large battleaxe, still stained with the blood of uruks slain in the recent raid on the orcish capital. As Omithiel approaches closer, Valen gives a slight bow of his head before speaking.

"Ye majesteh... It beh pleasin' taeh 'ear ov t'e successes in t'e orcish deserts. 'oweveh, t'ere beh stil' much fer us taeh duh... Taeh oor knowledge, t'e uruk control t'e crossroads n' 'ave baehn causin' grief fer maneh 'o travel intaeh oor lands."

The King only nods his head and gestures for Valen to follow behind him as the two dwarves make their way within the city. Walking down the grand halls, they turn their heads to the sight of many dwarves, bloodied and bruised from the recent battle. As they reach the keep, before them stands the remaining Lords, each looking towards the King for word on the Legion's next advancement. Omithiel steps up towards his throne, as a large crowd of dwarves begin to gather before him. With a booming voice that echoes through every hall of the city, Omithiel announces to his kin of the plans for attack.

"Maeh kin... Sons ov Urguan! T'e uruk 'ave threatened t'e peace weh 'ave bled n' doied fer, fer un 'undred yers! Naow, beh t'e toime fer repayment... Naow, weh wil' dig 'em intaeh t'eir deserts n' ensure t'ey beh nevah greeted baeh t'e light ov Yemekar's blessin' agehn!"

The crowd erupts into the roaring of various chants of "Fer Urguan!" and "Fer t'e King!" Standing besides the throne, Valen gives a nod of his head and closes his eyes, thinking upon the future of his kin as the chanting grows ever louder.

[Kardel 1054]

*Stands beside Omithiel and opens his mouth to speak*

 

Mah liege, ah will 'ave potiens made ver ye roit eueh, bot da guild nae 'as aneh place en da citeh yet. Ah will tori mah best ta provoide da legien wif potiens, bot wif vereh little members in da guild, ah canae provoide ye wif tuu maneh, unleh a few crates. 

 

*Turns to the crowd, and starts speaking in a loud and grim tone, as it echoes through the halls of Kal'Azgoth, making the stones tremble.*

 

Fellou brudder uv stoun, 'ear meh, aneh uv ye dat 'ave aneh noulege en olchemeh, come wif meh, we need et nou mure den evah. da olchemeh guild be upen naou, an' all be welcume ta learn an' add ta et. Olchemests uv Urguan, stand ver yeself, stand ver ye kingdum, porclaim yeself nou!

[Zezimus 1523]

((Removing any OOC posts, please do not post any more after this.))

[Serf 647]

Thoak mutters to himself in disgust after hearing the announcement made by Omithiel

 

"Nae even been a year on t'ese new lands, an' we ur preparin' tae Legion fer war already. A bloody waste 'o mina, an' good metals. When coold t'ere be a day when we ur nae in conflict."

[Gorum© 623]

Thoak mutters to himself in disgust after hearing the announcement made by Omithiel

 

"Nae even been a year on t'ese new lands, an' we ur preparin' tae Legion fer war already. A bloody waste 'o mina, an' good metals. When coold t'ere be a day when we ur nae in conflict."

 

 Gorum nods, turning to Thoak.

 

 " That would be true in mos' cases Thoak, but if we sit by an' watch th' Uruks will continue robbin' Dwarves at th' crossroads. Dat be ah waste o' mina, an' guud metals. When th' Urkus return tu their former ways o' 'onor, we will nay ally wit' dem, but we could finally be at peace. Ye know what ah mean? "

[Alakabam 582]

 

 

Jake was slowly walking into the mighty Dwarven halls as he saw a few dwarves running
towards the keep, he looked around for any remaining dwarves but couldn’t see
any. He decided to walk towards the keep and search around for the king as he
needed to speak to him about the alliances he had been offered by different
people, as he looked around the giant cave with houses and clan halls in a
circle around the keep he noticed a lot of people standing in the middle of the
keep, he hurried towards it and started listening to the speech Omithiel was
giving to his dwarves that were bruised and wounded from the last war, he
slowly tried to get through the crowd towards the front. Omithiel’s mighty
voice echo’s through the whole room as he speaks about the war.

 

 

 

"Maeh kin... Sons ov Urguan! T'e uruk 'ave threatened t'e peace weh 'ave bled n'
doied fer, fer un 'undred yers! Naow, beh t'e toime fer repayment... Naow, weh
wil' dig 'em intaeh t'eir deserts n' ensure t'ey beh nevah greeted baeh t'e
light ov Yemekar's blessin' agehn!"

 

 

 

Jake listens to the speech and as Omithiel stops speaking Jake slowly walks before
the throne and bows down before the king, and starts speaking with a booming
voice, his voice filled with rage as if he could slay all the Orcs by himself,  

leaning on his trusty claymore he starts speaking.

 

 

“Brom’Krah will be there to aid you my king, we will do everything in our reach to win
this battle, we don’t have a lot of armour and weapons but we do have quite a
few people that are willing to help and fight in the war, a few days ago I was
robbed by those filthy orc’s, they even said it was a donation from me to the
orc empire as if I wanted them to have my armour and weapons, they are weak,
ignorant, and stupid as hell, we should be able to beat them easily, raise your
swords, raise your bow, raise your axes, this victory will be ours!”

 

 

Jake slowly stands back waiting for a response from the king, he smiles politely towards
Omithiel and nods slightly towards Gorum with a grin on his face, noticing
other allies coming besides him to also have their say in the coming battle.

[Arteh 1837]

((No involvement of Oren))

[Sister Sequoia 438]

Menarra walks out of the Brom'Krah council chambers after their meeting, a sadistic grin on her face as she licks her lips, savoring the battle and blood to come.

 

"Orc blood....oh it's been too long...decades..." she mutters as she walks down the keep's steps and out into the cold driving winds of a snowstorm, frigid against her few exposed bits of skin under her fitted leather armor.  She reaches to the wall beside the gate and takes her flowing black robe she'd hung there before the meeting, slipping it around her swiftly and moving down the Keep's paths, out to the wall and leaping over, landing skillfully as she darts off unseen into the snowstorm.  She stops some distance away at a rocky outcropping, running her hand across a hidden switch and moving into the opening that briefly appears, rumbling closed again after a few moments.  She peels her hood back and walks with purpose through the dark corridors until she reaches the warm hearth within, moving to the thick wooden table on the side of the room that is spattered in blood.  She takes a piece of meat that is laying freshly cut upon it and takes a bite of it raw, the fairly fresh blood dripping down her chin as her eyes roll back.  "Too long...I need to restock..." she murmurs sadistically.

 

On the floor beside the table lies the skinned and partially 'harvested' body of a Kharajyr, the fur hanging from the cieling above, drying in a typical 'rug' shape.  Menarra looks up at it and giggles almost girlishly as she takes another bite of the Kharajyr's flesh, looking over across the chamber to her training pit, where a couple suits of iron scale armor hang alongside some axes and blades.  Menarra takes a mental inventory and smiles cruelly, her razor sharp teeth glinting in the firelight.  "Oh this will be glorious....I've missed it so...."

[KoTo 610]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.