Braduk

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Braduk

The Braduk clan has been around for centuries, and has had it's times of glory, and of shame.

Its leaders have all been strong, determined, and stubborn; none backing down to a fight, and all standing up to those who disrespect them and their clan.
Its last leader, Thurak, reluctantly took the place of his father, Ghazkull, after he dissapeared suddenly from the badlands. Years of unexpected hardships and interruptions ruined the clan, and soon enough the once strong clan crumbled under the hand of the cub. Thurak soon had little choice but to disband what was left of the tattered group, vowing one day he would rebuild it, when the time was right.
A few years later, Ghazkull returned. He had heard of the disbanding of the Braduks, and rallied his ancient brothers from ancient lands, intent on reviving the clan. Now, they gather back their lost brothers, slowly rebuilding from the ruins of Thurak's rule.

 

Members of the Braduk Clan

 

Positions of importance
Ghazkull- Cheftain and warlord of the Braduk clan. Of Huwlur blood, immensely tall, and a brilliant fighter. (Makka_Pakka_99)

Mokbane- Elder of the Braduk clan, son of Mokrag and nephew to Ghazkull (the1bow)
Zagthog-Elder of the Braduk clan (MEEGZY)

 

Grunts

Zok (PiercingDarkness)

Stance with other clans

 

Murg- Allied/Trade

Gorkil- Friendly

Lur- Friendly

Ghaktusk- Neutral

 

 

Races

 

 

Dwarves- Allied

Andunian/Northerners- Neutral

Elves- Neutral

High Elves- Neutral

Kharajyr- Neutral

Halflings- Neutral

Human- Pending War

 

Clan rules and punishments

 

Rules

One- All Braduks are brothers and sisters, if not by blood then by heart. The intentional killing of one of your brothers or sisters is forbidden, and any disputes are to be taken to the Elders of the clan who will resolve the issue.

Two- Slaving or the keeping of slaves if forbidden by any members of the Braduk clan.

Three- All cubs must know how to wield their chosen weapon at a pleasing level by the age of four.

Four- The stealing of another Braduk's items is forbidden. All items owned by a Braduk are the clan's as a whole, however, and may be taken with consent from the owner for the betterment of Braduk, though not an individual.

Five- All of the produce from the clan animals goes towards the clan's food supply or elsewhere. Anything harvested from an animal is to be put into storage, not for personal use.

Six- Once a Braduk, always a Braduk. All Braduks are such for life, and cannot leave the clan for another. Exceptions for this is Hardskinning (See Punishments).

 

Punishments

Banishment- An Orc who has disrespected the clan, themselves or another Braduk can be banished from the clan, forbidden to come back. Only used in serious cases.

Hardskinning- An Orc who is not strong enough, such a a cub without weapon skills at the age of four, can be temporarily sent into the desert to survive on their own. Orcs that survive this are welcomed back by their family and their clan warmly with respect.

Crusifiction- A punishment born from the death of an old Braduk chieftain, an Orc that has shown whitewash traits or signs of betrayal can be crucified; their body pinned to a wall and left to starve or bleed out for all to see.

 

Traditions

 

• Thralls-

A Thrall, commonly referred to as a Thrawl by the Braduks, is an Orc that

has shown interest in joining the family of Braduks, buthas not yet had time

to meet the Chieftain and be initiated into the clan. It is a state of limbo, where

the Orc has little to no privileges,but all of the responsibilities of fully initiated

Uruks. They collect wood,tend to the Rhinos, and clean up around the fort in

general. Theyhave not yet been allocated a tent, and more often than not sleep

on the sand in the cold night air. As well as showing the determination of the

Orc to join the Braduks, it proves their strength and willingness to show respect

and follow orders by those higher up.

• Uihnce-

If a Braduk brings great dishonor or shame to themselves, their family, or

their clan, they will be ordered, or will take it upon themselves to commit the

act of Uihnce. Uihnce is the ritual of taking one's own life, usually with a small

machete like dagger called a Golok.

• Choosing Ceremony-

A young cub will be placed on the sand with a variety of different
weapons placed in front of him or her. Here the Braduk will choose the
weapon they will use for the rest of their lives; be it axe, sword or
hammer. The weapon the cub chooses is said by Elders to depict which
ancestor 'lives on' inside the Cub.

• Initiation-

If a clanless Orc wishes to fully join the Braduks and ascend from being
a Thrall, having waited for the they must first go
through the initiation tests. These tests can vary from obstacle
courses, to riddles, but usually include a klomp with the current
Chieftain of the clan (Which they usually do not win). These tests are
not about if the Uruk completes the tests, but the way they
complete the tests, which will later be looked over by the Elders of the
clan. If all aspects are pleasing and show good qualities in the Orc,
they will be sworn into the clan by the Chieftain.

• The Initiation Verse-

The Chieftain asks the the Orc to hold out his klomping hand, beginning to say the verse. He then places a cloth in the Orc's outstretched hand, lighting it with a flint and steel. At the end of the verse, the Chieftain sprinkles a small bit of 'Braduk zand' into the fire, which causes it to flare up, turn purple, then die down. At the end, something similar to "Welkum tu da Bradukz, bruddah." is usually said by all attending.
Da Bradukz am awl bruddahz am ziztahs, iv nub bai blud, den bai hart. Ib latz behtrae latz bruddahz, latz zuwl, agh da zuwl ob awl latz kubbehz wil buhrn en da Nefah liyk da kluwf duz en latz hand.

 

Celebrations

 

• Blood Moon Celebration-
  Done on a full moon, the Blood Moon Celebration is the one time when an
  Orc of the Braduk clan can challenge another's position in the clan.
  The evening usually involves a round robin style klomp involving all
  members, ranging from one on one and four on four fights between whoever
  wishes to compete for the desired title.
• Kenuk Feast-
  A day of feasting and drink, celebrating the end of the Braduk Village
  wars and the start of peace. Various competitions testing strength and dexterity will be held throughout the day, prizes varying from the mediocre to the more valuable.
• Zpidhammah Day-
  Named after the weapon Braduk used in the village wars, Zpidhammah day is a celebration of the founder of the Braduk clan; his life, and his death in battle immortalized in the somewhat joyous occasion. On this day, klomps will be held, feasts will be had, and many stories of times long past will be shared to the cubs from the knowledgeable Elders.

 

Bloodlines

 

Bloodlines are a rare showing in Braduk culture, but they are to be
respected. The bloodlines show direct descendence to their predecessor,
and put the orcs that bare that bloodline into a position in the clan like
chieftain, or means that they are to be put on watch. The three
bloodlines date back to the days of Braduk. Most commonly there will be
one mark per generation. But every so often, the years line up blessing a
entire generation.

 

Bluud Talun

The
blood talon, commonly reffered to as the blud talun, is the mark of
leadership and honour. Its marking, the purple eyes, shows the purest
blood to Braduk himself. The marking of the blood talon is held the the
most heighest regards in the clan, and its rarity makes it even more so.
It will only occur every one hundred years. Having the mark of the Blud
Talun means the Orc has a great chance of leadership in the clan,
though this often leads to conflict during blessed generations.

Orcs baring the blood talon
Braduk
Romulatuz
Mokrag
Jorgo
Muzzmog, Thurak and Nazdag of the blessed generation

 

 

Howlur

 The
howlur, or commonly referred to as Da howlur is the sign of strength
and power. Orcs of this mark grow to a minimum height of 9ft, and bare
the white eyes of Kudo, the 13ft behemoth that was Braduks generalling
orc. This occurs every sixty years. Orcs who bare the howlur mark are
the biggest, strongest and most feared.

Orcs who bare the howlur
Kudo
Mukto
Warzg
Korkzak
Ghazkull
Tungtor
Zlendzwarg
Gor, Gork and Gorthog of the blessed generation

 

 

Blak muun

The
black moon, commonly reffered to as Da blak muun, is the sign of anger,
betrayal and hate. Whilst it may sound good on paper, the bloodline
stems from Gorfjol, Braduks half brother. The next known report of da
blak muun was Kahrzen, a unknown Braduk who was Mokrags mortal enemy,
and eventual murderer. He was hunted and struck down by the Braduk clan
many years later in revenge for the deed, however, and name is forbidden
to be uttered. The sign of the Blak Muun is, not surprisingly, black
eyes, and it is a fearful thing to behold on the face of your newborn
cub, as Thurak knows well enough. It is unknown how often this mark
occurs, as it has only recently been discovered, kept in the dark by
Mokrag for so long for the protection of others.

Orcs who bare the black moon
Gorfjol
Baderkuk
Karhzen
Sharn

 

 

Previous Chieftains

 

Braduk- 18 years

Cause of death- assassination

Founded the Kenuk village

Leading figure in the village wars

Baderkuk- 42 years

Cause of death- died in battle

Killed Gorfjol

Ended the village wars

Goregutz- 87 years

Cause of death- crucifixion

Had the longest reigning era of peace

Last Braduk chieftain of Aegis

 

Mokrag- 486 year

cause of death- killed in battle

First generation Asulon Braduk

Rebirthed the clan

Brought the Braduks through the age of despair

Conquered twenty city states with seven orcs

Most feared Braduk, and possibly chieftain ever in existence

Most succesful Braduk chieftain

First Braduk wargoth

Was the blood talon

Only Braduk to ascend to Krug himself

 

Ghazkull-

Cause of death- Unknown

Killed Kahrzen

Most hated chieftain

Bloodoathed the clan to the Uzg

Longest reigning Braduk Wargoth

Most succesful Braduk Wargoth

Conquered the Ugluks

 

Gor- 2 years

Shortest reigning Braduk Chieftain

Temporary chieftain in Thurak's absence

Worst Chieftain ever recorded

Smells bad

Thurak's Brother

Howlur
Hasn't been laid

Has a beard
Didn't do anything
 

Thurak- 15 years

Only Chieftain to step down from his position
Son of Ghazkull and Raurna
Life Mated to Diariarna (Deceased)
Father of Sharn (Deceased)

Previous servant of Setherien the Black Wyrm
Defeated the Ghaktusk clan
Blood Talon
Currently an Ugluk
Hated by the current members of the Braduks

 

The creation of Braduk, and the Braduk Village Wars

((The following was written by Makka_Pakka_99 and the1bow, edited slightly by myself. I believe Higgsyy also had some imput.))

 

Braduk wiped sweat from his forehead. The idea of building a legitimate

village to live in for the refugees was good, but it was going to besome
real hard work. He looked over to his old childhood friend, Kudo. The
ogre dropped a small pile of stone on top of another previous layer.
“Get’n tired Kudo?” Braduk asked with a chuckle. “Aint nub rock gonna
best me, hur hur.” They sat down, taking a break after a few hours of
lugging wood stone and sand around. “Lat got any further in com’n up
whid da rank systems?” Kudo asked throwing an empty bottle of cactus
residue to the side. Braduk shook his head.“Nut’ing yet brud.”

After
the devastating clan wars, orcs were scattered. The intelligent lived
in refugee camp, whilst the bravado went out to be nomads. The one
Braduk and Kudo lived in was just a series of scraggly tents and a
seemingly always half empty well. Over a long night of drinking, Braduk
came up with the idea of building a village, or town that would be
sustainable so that the descendants would have a place to live. Because
at that point in time, a lot of people thought the race was coming to an
end. After about ten years of resource gathering, the building
commenced. Each able bodied orc built. Males, fearocs, elders, and even cubs
helped. Braduk paved the way for everyone, a natural leader. Kudo was
his long time friend and second in command.

“Wiy is lat settle’n
duwn in ash area? Dat is da pink way of do’n fings.” Braduk looked
frustrated as his half brother Gorfjol protested him. Gorfjol was
younger to Braduk, and hated him. He hated the idea of staying in one
area and building a town. He liked the nomadic lifestyle and he made
sure everyone knew it. “Look Jol, just piss off. If ya nub like wot we
am doing, then leave.” Gorfjol grunted, walking off. Five other orcs
joined him as they left the lines of the area as they always did. Kudo
walked over pointing at the six walk off “Me has bad feel’ens bout
dem.” Braduk was silent and continued to finish building the town
armory.

A small boy ran into the half built war room of the
townhouse, seeing Braduk, Kudo and a third young orc, Gargonak. “Braduk,
lats bruddah approaches whid many others. Dey has weapons and armors”
Braduk growled to himself as the trio walked outside. They town was now
mostly built, and was named Kenuk. Gorfjol walked over and spoke
immediately. “We has had enough of dis disrespct to our ancestors! Lat
may have more people then us, but we has the will of Krug!” Braduk
folded his arms.“Fine, go play leader. Come back when you tire of be’n a
imaginary creature.”Gorfjol stepped forward, and Kudo did aswell.
Gorfjol was afraid of the fourteen foot ogre. So he spoke; “Those who
wish to honour da urukish ways, come whid us. Those who nub, will die.”
Several orc males stepped forward and joined Gorfjols cause. Women and
children stayed. Braduk shook his head. “If its war lats want, den its
war lat will get.” More males stepped beside Braduk and the original
trio, and it looked like they were going to battle it out right there.
The forces were even give or take a few.

An elder stepped
forward. “Enough of dis! In tiks of distress, wes should band together,
nub split into dub forces. Especially if it means another war.” Gorfjol
threw a dagger at the elder, and he was killed instantly upon
connection. Gorfjol looked back at Braduk. “Blood will be spilt big
bruddah. Lat always seemed whitewash.” The groups stormed off and that
was it. For now.

Gorfjol's Campaign

Gorfjol stared down his
five hundred orcish troops. They were preparing to march into Kenuk and
wipe Braduk and the village off the map. “Right uruks! Listen up!
Braduk and his pack of pink ***** dogs fink they runda joint. They bring
whitewash to a whole new level!” The orcs begin to grow rowdy as he
speaks, shouting and growling. “But, we is KRUGS children. Krug would
want us to fend for ourselves in da environments. Nub settle down like
*******.” Gorfjol was narrow minded. In the coming events of battle, he
would go on to contradict himself and do a act that would go against
what he “stood” for.

A mere couple of kilometres away, was the
Kenuk village. It was fully built and expanding. Everything was running
smooth and the thought of a war was a distant memory. Braduk held his
newborn daughter, Somalakti. His mate, Woshfle, layed still recovering
from the birth. Kudo walked in and began to speak before seeing what was
going on and stepping outside. Braduk gave the cub back to her mother
and stood up to head outside. “Wots go’n on Kud?” Kudo pointed to a
goblin scout. The goblin spoke with short breath. “Me was just outover
da ridge where nomadic uruks was peeped, and me saw Gorfjol and a army
of hundreds!” Braduks eyes went wide. He though for a second. “Go, find
everyone in the city. Blah to da women and cubs to get inside. Blah to
da males to meet me in da center of town.” The goblin nodded running
off. Braduk turned to Kudo. “Me new dis day would com. Go get da
soldiers, get dem geared up and ready for a fight.”

An army of
seven hundred strong headed out to meet the attacking forces. They
marched for an hour before seeing a swarm of orcs, led by a familiar
face.

Braduk shouted “HOLD!” Kudo repeated “HOLD!” they each stopped with grunts.

Gorfjol shouted “CHARGE DEM!” each orc ran at Braduks forces.

Braduk
waved his axe in the air and his forces charged. A now stampede of
roughly 1200 orcs ran. When they collided, Braduk spear tackled Gorfjol.
Kudo, towering over everyone else swung his massive sword, cleaving
many in seconds. Gorfjol and Braduk battled it out, and just as Gorfjol
looked like he was about to die, fled. His force of now four hundred,
followed. The battle was won, but the war had just begun.

A rat amongst men

Gorfjol
was drawn back and things had simmered down. Everything had changed
now. Kenuk had been fortified, every male had to be in the defense force
and even though several skirmishes were taking place the forces of
Kenuk were winning. Gorfjol's army was growing, and little did Braduk
know, his luck was about to change. Dramatically. The problem with
Gorfjol was, he was blood drunk. He recruited any nomad wandering around
the place, without any training. Braduk however trained the infants up
until they were of a age, usually around sixteen to fight. Now, the
enemy outnumbered Kenuk's forces, but they were more skilled.

The
sun slowly set, casting a red haze over the desert sands. The orcs of
Kenuk had returned victorious from a skirmish with Gorfjol's army. They
had lost the one prior so it was crucial to not do it again. They
dropped their gear off at their respected zones and gathered in the
center of city to celebrate. The people of Kenuk joined them. It was
quite a festive time, after the big scare that a contingent of Gorfjol's
army had made it past the mountain reach beside the city. At that
moment, life was good. Braduk moved around, drunk as everyone else in
the city. Orcish flirting, headbutts klomps all that was taking place.
He turned at the sound of a voice, “Oi Braduk, com ‘ere.” Braduk turned
and walked over putting his arm around one of his veterans shoulders.
“Ug Gargonak! Wot lat want?” Gargonak twisted out of Braduks arm, in
that movement pulling out a dagger and plunging it into Braduk's rib cage.
Blood poured from his mouth and the wound as he fell backwards. Gasps
were heard and Gargonak had to immediately fend off hundreds of angry
greenskins. There was one person though, that he did not count on. Kudo
walked forward, his white eyes had gone red and were glowing. He picked
up the traitor, and it began. With a splatter of blood, Gargonak's
slaughter started.

Kudo in a rage clawed off Gargonak's ears, then
stabbed his eyes with his thumbs. Gargonak was slammed onto the ground,
and Kudo launched a fist down at Gargonak's chest. A huge crack was
heard. Too many attacks to be counted. After the bloodlust had settled,
all that was left of the traitor, was literally blood and chunks. The
citizens crowded around the lifeless body of the orc who had led them,
build their home and was a role model to each of them. Within the first
five minutes after Bradu'ks death, a pedestal was built. Braduk's body was
layed on it, and burnt. They people realised Gorfjol meant business,
and now, so did they.

The storming of Gorfjols lair

Gorfjol
woke to the sound of his four best orcs walk into his wooden hutt. They
each had grins but their heads bowed in their leaders presence. “Wot?
Why does lats wake me?” Gorfjol asked sitting up. “Braduk. He am flat.”
Gorfjol shot up, eyes wide. “Hosh! Hosh! Now dey am runn’n scared. We
relax for now.” They nodded. The tides had turned for the protagonists.
The army of Gorfjol was going to smugly let the death of Braduk sink in.
They were in pole position to strike, and if they did who knows what
could have happened. But they didn’t. And so things were going to go
horribly wrong.

The ground rumbled. The horns sounded. The roars
echoed. The sun rose. Kudo and the entire force of Kenuk, nine hundred
and forty orcs could be seen walking up the hill to Gorfjol's base of
operations. “FLAT DEM ALL! LEAVE NUBAZH!” Kudo yelled. He was pissed.
The forces charged the gate. It was knocked down within seconds and they
flooded in. About three hundred orcs were in that base. A surprisingly
minuscule number to the army they had battled before. Never the less,
Gorfjol was going to be hung in the center of Kenuk.The warriors ran
past Kudo as he walked in, wielding his double handed axe with one hand
and in the other, Braduk's legendary hammer. Skulls were smashed, blood
was spilt and huts were burnt. But, no Gorfjol. Kudo was infuriated. He
made a point of pinning the dead bodies up against the walls of the
fort. A young orc reported back to Kudo. “Gorfjol am nub in da area.”
Kudo knew this but still questioned; “WHERE IS HE?” They were all
shocked. This was the first time Kudo had been this angry. The whole
place was burnt to the ground and all that was left was ashes. They
marched out angrily.

When Gorfjol did return, he was shocked. He arrived with an army of two thousand plus. “DA SKAH HAPPENED?”

Peace, for now

Kenuk
had recovered from its devastating blow. Many years had passed, and
Braduk's daughter had gone on to have grandchildren. Baderkuk, the middle
aged grandchild who at age twenty three, was in high command of the
village. Kudo was still around. Old, but still around. They were going
to found a new clan. Clan Braduk. Everyone in the village was a member.
Baderkuk was the chieftain, and Kudo was rank warmachine. They had their
elders and militarian ranks. They were organized and kept a good
foothold on the attacks that Gorfjol was still leading. The reason how
this war started was forgotten, and the people only wanted blood.

Baderkuk,
the chieftain of the clan and village went on to have one child,
Goregutz. Kudo was rumored to have mated with the same fearoc Baderkuk
did. This has never been proven but explains the howlur bloodline. The
Kenuk village was celebrating the day they had in honour of Braduk,
known as the “Zpithammah” day. The origin of this name was simply the
name Braduk gave to his hammer weapon, now wielded by Baderkuk. Of
course, fights still took place but it looked like the war was coming to
an end. Without a victor. It was disappointing to the people of Kenuk,
but Baderkuk cared for his people. He wasn’t going to let them die
without a cause. In the meantime, they had built a barracks about a
kilometre away from the village. A small guard stayed at one time as
they rotated.

Kenuk's stand

Gorfjol barked orders at his
army of three thousand. With a shout of “MOVE IT!” the force of Gorfjol
marched out for Kenuk. Not only did Gorfjol have his orcs, he had about
fifty rogue humans with him also. Spineless. He made a big deal about
Braduk supposedly being whitewash, yet he requires help from pinkskins.
But, still, they were going to kill every male fearoc and cub there.

Baderkuk
sat in the smith, having just finished crafting the last golok, a
machete like weapon that he intended to pass down to his children and
throughout the family with the hammer also. He looked up to see Kudo,
with a worried look on his face. “Its Gorfjol. Whid a army of
thousands.” Baderkuk had to react fast. He stood up and ran outside. He
gathered every warrior in the city. The women and cubs were ordered out
of the city to move to the barracks. Within the hour, Kenuk was
basically abandoned. The fifty orc guard, plus Baderkuk and Kudo stood
in the borders of the village. Kudo spoke up. “Baderkuk, for Goregutz
and da villages sake. Go get da army. Go to da Barraks. We will hold dem
off for now.” Baderkuk’s face went blank. The elder ogre pushed
Baderkuk “GO BADERKUK” Baderkuk ran to the barracks to go rally the full
force of the Braduk clan.

Kudo ordered each soldier to find a
good spot, so they could have the element of surprise. “Quick. We nub
has much tik…” He signalled for them to wait. “Bruddahs, it has been me
lifes honour, to klomp along side lats. Braduk waits for us in da spirit
uzg. Me fink, we should make him wait, a little longer.” They each
cheered and roared, retreating to their strategic spots. Gorfjols
immense army could be seen in the hazey distance of the hot dry sandy
pisshole they call home. In the dead silence, a goblin ran out to the
forces. Kudo exhaled. Any hope of winning this battle was now done.
Gorfjol was quickly informed of their plan. The force of fifty one
emerged, standing in two lines. “Easy boys” Kudo said, breathing deeply.
The younger orcs looked confident but said nothing. Gorfjols army
stopped. He then yelled “FIRE!” A swarm of arrows came from the mountain
ridge to the right of them. They were cut down to thirty seven right
there.“CHARGE BRUDDAHS!” Kudo yelled, as he ran forward. His small
contingent followed. Kudo axed one in the head, pulling it out and
cleaving several more in a series of two hits. He saw Gorfjol killing a
young guard, no more then seventeen years old. Suddenly, he dropped his
axe. He looked at the ground and saw his entire arm on the ground.
“QUICK QUICK QUICK FLAT HIM” Gorfjol yelled. Kudo was hit with four
arrows in the shins. He still ran forward, grabbing the orc he hated the
most by the neck. One of Gorfjols inner circle orcs cut Kudos other arm
off. Kudo was now the only one still alive. He kicked Gorfjol in the
ribs, they shattered upon impact. Two more orcs stabbed Kudo in the side
and stomach. He bit one in the neck and ripped out his entire throat

Soon
after, Kudo was struck in the throat with an arrow. Six more orcs
stabbed him. He fell to his knees, and Gorfjol was helped up. He kicked
Kudo onto his back, and stabbed him through the chest. Kudo died as soon
as the blade hit him.

If it wasn’t for Kudo, and the brave orcs
who stayed with him, Baderkuk could not have rallied the Braduk clan,
and the civilians would not have made it to safety. Whether you hate
him, or admire him, Kudo died a hero.

Baderkuks revolt

“Com
on! Git the rhinos!” Baderkuk shouted as the most elite fifty warriors
of the clan mounted the rhinos stationed at the barracks. An old
veteran, Mojgak led them. Baderkuk told him “Go now bruddah. Lead lats
company to da ridge and wait for me signal. Krug give lats strength.”
Mojgak nodded shouting for his contingent to follow. The herd of rhinos
rode off. Baderkuk signalled for his force of two thousand and three
hundred to move. They didn’t walk. They ran. The ground trampled beneath
them, and they made their presence known by shouting and roaring. Far
over to the left, Mojgaks company was about a few hundred meters out
from the mountain.

Crashes of buildings echoed throughout Kenuk.
Gorfjols force, battered but still in near full strength began to
destroy the city. Their morale was lessened by Kudos stand. They didn’t
expect a Braduk to have that much courage, let alone fifty of them. They
each looked over their shoulders just in case something was going to
happen. Gorfjol signalled for the archers on the mountain ridge to come
down and aid him. As they made their way down the steep mount, the
ground started shaking. Now, at the far edge of the city, shouting could
be heard, and the ground shook aswell there now. Gorfjols three
thousand bunched up in the center of the city, and the pinkskins looked
around with tough looks on their faces. Each, human was crushed under
the ton weight of the rhinos and the orcs that rode them. They exploded
over the top of the mountain, killing all the humans in a single shot.
Next, the force of two thousand and three hundred emerged from the far
ends of the city, led by Baderkuk. They had no where to run now, for
the rhinos would catch them. Gorfjol back peddled trying to escape,The
front lines of Baderkuks force jumped at the enemy, and the sidelines of
Gorfjols army was demolished by the rhinos. As the rhinos tore the
backlines to shreds, Baderkuk and his army fought the surviving
warriors. Baderkuk knew who he wanted to kill. He ran, and as he did he
lodged his golok in the chest of one orc, then punched one in the face.
The rage filled orc continued to run, hammering another in the chest. He
saw Gorfjol. Baderkuk sprinted at him. Gorfjol held up a stone mace,
but he was tackled to the ground. Punch after punch to the face of
Gorfjol. He screamed as the fists landed into his face. Baderkuk got up,
grabbing his smallest golok. He stabbed it into the sternum of Gorfjol
repeatedly. Finally, he ripped Gorfjols heart out. He stood up, holding
the heart in the air. The fighting stopped for a second, as everyone
watched. Baderkuk crushed the heart, and Gorfjols army, now in absolute
fear, tried to flee. There was no survivors.

Baderkuk's army had
minimal casualties. Amongst the few however, was Mojgak. He had his head
cut off. The dead were burnt as the sun set. The war, was finally over.

[Catarrh 720]

((I'm glad to see this post. I think more people need to know that the Braduk clan is still active, and recruiting. I also really like those festivals. How regularly will the Kenuk Feast and Zpidhammah Day be held. Will they be annually (according to in-game years)?))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

((Usually, these festivals are held at any random time, though I suppose I could add a date. Also being added, clan rules and punishments.))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

((Added more links to interesting threads involving the Braduks))

[Catarrh 720]

 

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/91744-braduk-rhinos/#entry813309 ~Not accepted yet, but still an interesting read

 

It may be wise to mention that this has been officially accepted and implemented.

[hjgklmn0ajuvxc 688]

We just popping through threads

[Ilikefooddude 430]

((We have a new Grunt, Fungo, or kellen115 joining the Braduks. Welcome to the clan, kellen!))

[Catarrh 720]

((We have a new Grunt, Fungo, or kellen115 joining the Braduks. Welcome to the clan, kellen!))

Welcome!

[_pok_ 1768]

[[This needs to be moved to the Orcish Clan sub-forum, please delete this post once that's done!]]

[Catarrh 720]

• Initiation-

  If a clanless Orc wishes to join the Braduks, they must first go

  through the initiation tests. These tests can vary from obstacle

  courses, to riddles, but usually include a klomp with the current

  Chieftain of the clan (Which they usually do not win). These tests are

  not about if the Uruk completes the tests, but the way they

  complete the tests, which will later be looked over by the Elders of the

  clan. If all aspects are pleasing and show good qualities in the Orc,

  they will be sworn into the clan by the Chieftain.

• The Initiation Verse-

  The Chieftain asks the the Orc to hold out his klomping hand, beginning to say the verse. He then places a cloth in the Orc's outstretched hand, lighting it with a flint and steel. At the end of the verse, the Chieftain sprinkles a small bit of 'Braduk zand' into the fire, which causes it to flare up, turn purple, then die down. At the end, something similar to "Welkum tu da Bradukz, bruddah." is usually said by all attending.

  Da Bradukz am awl bruddahz am ziztahs, iv nub bai blud, den bai hart. Ib latz behtrae latz bruddahz, latz zuwl, agh da zuwl ob awl latz kubbehz wil buhrn en da Nefah liyk da kluwf duz en latz hand.

 The initiation ritual is great, but I have an idea that I think will make it easier to recruit new orcs. The main problem I've noticed in recruitment is that if the Chieftain isn't online, new members can't be initiated. So, I think it might be wise to have a pre-initiation stage for orcs who want to join the Braduks, but can't go through initiation when Thurak or Gor are offline. I'm thinking there should be a rank lower than grunt for orcs who haven't been officially initiated. It would serve as a temporary rank that holds little to no priviledge, but still allows orcs to be recognized as Braduks. Then, when the new orc meets with Thurak or Gor, they can go through initiation and be recognized as grunts. I'm thinking the new rank could be called thrall, or something like that. Let me know what you guys think. I'd really appreciate the feedback, and I truly believe this would help our clan gain the numbers it needs.

 

 

 

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Thanks Catarrh! Added into Traditions, and now formally a part of the Braduk clan.

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((Do you still want this to be pinned? PM me your answer in case I forget to look, even if it's a no, so I can hide this post))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

Ah, no thank you. Removed from the title.

[BradukOfficial 0]

((Filling in the gaps.

 

Raurna was stabbed to death by dwarf bounty hunters.

Gargant was crucified by Ghazkull for worshipping Haddez the god of death in Braduk culture.

Ghazkull left because he couldnt bare the fact he crucifed Gargant

Ghazkull returned with Mokbane cub of Mokrag who has been living in the snowy island of the holy land of Kenuk for all these years.))

[Ilikefooddude 430]

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