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((This is an open battle, meaning any and all Orcs that wish to fight, can. Orcish battles work this way due to the bloodlust effecting their kind, making it almost impossible for any healthy Orc to ignore the calls to war. If your character isn't whitewash, and has at least one working limb, that means come along!))

((If you know icly that is...))

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((This is an open battle, meaning any and all Orcs that wish to fight, can. Orcish battles work this way due to the bloodlust effecting their kind, making it almost impossible for any healthy Orc to ignore the calls to war. If your character isn't whitewash, and has at least one working limb, that means come along!))

((Thanks. Very good to know.))

 

((If you know icly that is...))

((Also, good to know. Thankfully, my character attended (or rather, just watched) the meeting at the goi. Thanks for the anti-meta tip though.))

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The Evarir of the Lumidrim sits in solitude at the centre of the Leumalin barracks, a wide-stretched map of Anthos before him with a homely bowl of soup steaming beside it. Recent events had shaken the procedure at which the Lumidrim were set to be established, what with what was being dubbed the mightiest war for decades echoing just beyond Malinor's borders. Beyond his tidy beard hid bitten lips, gnawing at themselves in consideration of what the next move was. The Uzg had remained awfully quiet as of late, and with the recent goings-on at Leumalin's plaza, a chill seeped into Bircalin's spine. But paranoia and suspicion wasn't on the bearded Elf's mind, merely the anticipation of what might lie around the corner.

For now, he could only lie in wait, hoping for his soup to cool soon.

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Seventh strikes the edge of his sax-knife against the white wood. Light only flickers on his face before a small fire, as he presents his long-experiencd fletching skills. Many years of warfare, and battle has begun to eat at his mind - "How can we ever be sure we're safe?" The same ringing occurs thousands of times a day for him. It plagues him, the thought. Reassurance only begins to satisfy him as he realizes the traits of his own race. Elves - nimble, extreme eyesight, and sensitive ears make for an almost impossible sneak attack on any Elf, let alone a city, or town. The Elves are marked for their uncanny abilities at marksmenship and scouting - especially in forests. He nods, clearly satisfied from his deductions. "How can we be safe?" He thinks to himself. "Our scouts are known for being the best in the Realm. No movement occurs in or around our forests without us knowing."

 

--Seventh

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(( So the same mistake does not happen twice, If the Orcs win the pillage, You do not break the lights like the last pillage people did , and you don't magically know how to break a Seal that would murder you normally just because you have the power to break blocks in Malinor if you win, I wouldn't doubt a ban being handed out this time if it happens considering their was a rather blatant warning last time.))

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(( So the same mistake does not happen twice, If the Orcs win the pillage, You do not break the lights like the last pillage people did , and you don't magically know how to break a Seal that would murder you normally just because you have the power to break blocks in Malinor if you win, I wouldn't doubt a ban being handed out this time if it happens considering their was a rather blatant warning last time.))

I will have Shar'ku edit the post we talked to titiana about this

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Boul'lur sits in his blarg eating some boar meat and sits quietly waiting for the attack to happen

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I will have Shar'ku edit the post we talked to titiana about this

(( Thank you, I do hope that encounter does not happen again.))

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Boul'lur sits in his blarg eating some boar meat and sits quietly waiting for the attack to happen

((I think we aren't supposed to know about the pillage yet))

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((I think we aren't supposed to know about the pillage yet))

((Im sure a few of the orcs would know by know, especially those who were at the original meeting about it like sneaky was.))

*Lurtz'Gorkil takes his axe out from his tent-hole and begins to practice swinging it in wide arcs, only one thought on his mind. Though, as the thought of a juicy halfling meal enters his mind, Lurtz loses concentration and begins drooling at the very thought, not realizing that he has flung his axe through his own tent. As the thought passes by, Lurtz looks over to his axe, then back to his tent, then back to his axe. Making a garbling like noise, Lurtz goes to look for Sharku inorder to get his tent repaired.*

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((Im sure a few of the orcs would know by know, especially those who were at the original meeting about it like sneaky was.))

*Lurtz'Gorkil takes his axe out from his tent-hole and begins to practice swinging it in wide arcs, only one thought on his mind. Though, as the thought of a juicy halfling meal enters his mind, Lurtz loses concentration and begins drooling at the very thought, not realizing that he has flung his axe through his own tent. As the thought passes by, Lurtz looks over to his axe, then back to his tent, then back to his axe. Making a garbling like noise, Lurtz goes to look for Sharku inorder to get his tent repaired.*

((Yeah sorry, Grool told me about the event IC just then))

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

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