The War Nation Is No More

[Carnivore91 1]

((Stamp of approval, even if I had no idea it was a possibility.))

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

((Caseus Valandis, Damen Vello, Bifor Musichands, and finally, Ivar Sunarrow. All have one thing in common. They were/are good, loving and wholesome characters who would give you the shirt from their backs to whoever needed it. Well, after this news, no more. As soon as Ivar dies, I promise to create an Orc or sub-race of, respectfully. He will have a good nature, but the kind that can be respected. A love for strength that all Orcs possess. He will turn away the weak and favor the strong.

 

I must get to reading up on Orc Language and culture before even thinking of creating my Orc Character. I am off to study and practice the ways and speech of the Orcish race! This Role player is going to turn over a new leaf! Eh heh heh heh heh!))

[Hunter (sckolar) 50]

((Good that they handle it well. But is this a good thing for the server itself in terms of player numbers (how many players we have in the server, and how many for each race)?))

[LPT 771]

(( For anyone who wants to be born into Gorkil, I can take three more Kubs at this point. Read up on Gorkil lore, and practices.))

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

(( For anyone who wants to be born into Gorkil, I can take three more Kubs at this point. Read up on Gorkil lore, and practices.))

((But, if they are born into it, wouldn't they need to be taught it if they want to be Cubs?))

[The Cleaning Crew 571]

(( So much OOC. ))

Gooms, having heard the news from a small goblin on its way out of the city, frowns and retreats into what was his and Raktar's shared home. He wanders slowly toward his bed, pondering over this new development. As he thinks, his frown turns slowly into a smile, then a wide, toothy grin. He looks up and stares at some unseen creature. 

 

"Da uruks am nub longur bound by da custumz ub da shara agh albai."

[craotor 617]

An old  cloaked ork using a big walking stick hears of this news and grins.

 

"Bak tu da uld timez we gu"

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*After hearing word of the new Orcish revelation, the old paragon sharpens his dragon bone Ax against a grindstone bearing a wide toothy grin of youthful glee, humming a merry old tune he sings during his grand exploits. He looks towards the crowd of his brethren who stand around the  plotting and planning the possible threat to Dwarven kind, the Ironborn. With an end to his merry song he looks to his brothers and new found sons of royal blood still bearing his unnerving wide grin.* "Well Brudders... If da tales be true, me finks weh got sum land tuh take fer oor kin! Weh promised dere woold be nae 'onor fer da scum an' nooh dat da Uruk nation 'as crumbled! Oor peace treaty 'as ended an' it looks loike dat Uruk 'oide be back on da blood trials fer da beardlin's!" *Examining his scarred hands he proceeds to run his index finger over the newly sharpened bone to test it, he finds his aged finger bleeds against the razor sharp edge and with that he stows the newly blooded blade onto his back over his ragged Dire wolf pelt. brushing away the blood on his hand into his beard* "Nooh it be toime ta guh 'untin' fer fawkin' Carpets, eh? Lads? An' put da loikes ov da Ironborn problems be'oind oos fer a bettah glory den scoundrels! W'o plan tuh claim oor freedom."

[LPT 771]

((But, if they are born into it, wouldn't they need to be taught it if they want to be Cubs?))

(( My Orc will beat the Gorkil ways into you, do anything he feels is dishonorable he will literally beat you senseless. Ask Ever.))

[Stephensj 327]

((This makes me want to make a non-whitewash orc))

[homijoe 172]

brb. making an orc...

[Komodo 140]

((May be high time to make an Orc. I give my applause to my favorite race, and my best wishes for them. I have a terrible feeling that we'll see a more threatening population of Orcs with this "fall". FUR KRUG!))

[Ned Lud 1260]

On a nearby, sand-swept bluff, a large war boar grunts to a stop. It's tusks are coagulated in blood and tar and it's breath stinks of ****.

 

A rider sits mounted upon the beast, listening to the desert wind. His face is concealed beneath a boar skull helm painted in ancient, orcish symbols and his exposed flesh is dark green and covered in scars and tattoos. The large brute wears a cloak of many colors, woven from the hairs of a hundred scalps of a hundred strangers; it whips in the wind like a tattered banner of some long lost age. A crude, skahiron staff and a large, hunting khukri are sheathed on his back and upon his hip, a large battleaxe sways, blackened and bloodied from two centuries worth of enemy tribute.

 

With a calloused right hand, the rider pats a grotesque cluster of heads that dangle upon his saddle in various states of decomposition. They clatter in response, scattering flies.

 

"War Uzg rut here."

 

His right hand strokes his battleaxe, fingers dancing along the blade.

 

"Diplomacy der."

 

He chortles gruffly and spits a wad of cactus green, spurring his war boar to a trot as he returns from the long hunt.

[youlovesocks 652]

(( Dino'Luks unite ))

[Amercane 0]

I am hoping that there will be enough Orcs around later on. :D