The March On The Corrupted

[_pok_ 1768]

Wulghen and Pok stood inside the Rex’s Palace, neither of them had set foot inside since the shunning of San’Orka. Pok looked around, noticing the absence of the artifacts that he had helped steal from the enemies of the Orcish race. However, now was not the time to discuss these matters, more important things were at hand.

 

[[Conversation translated to common for easy interpretation and my own laziness.]]

 

“We are ready to march, we have the support of many and our hordes are thirsty for blood.”  Wuglhen said, his face stern with authority and youth.

 

Pok nodded, simply looking around the room, feeling the walls built so long ago. “The Shurr’Dru are ready, as are the other beasts of the War Uzg. If they wish to bring their winged lizards, let them. The Shurr’Dru will ****** them from the sky.”

 

Wulghen chortled, they began to walk out on the balcony of the Rex Palace and there stood hundreds of Orcs, fully clad in armor. Their weapons were drawn and they were shouting for the death of the corrupted and those who dare threaten this realm. Behind them were the Ologs, carrying with them the great siege weapons of the War Uzg, and below the city the Shurr’Dru stirred, ready to move with the horde as they marched North.

 

 

Goblins were sent out to the leaders of every nation, guild, and city-state informing them of the intended march.

 

 

Warclaim : Conquest

 

Attacking Faction:

The War Uzg; Nations of Anthos; Freelancing warriors; Guilds of Anthos

 

Defending Faction:

The Realm of Burzûmkûtotaz

 

Time: Saturday, August 3rd

[Time Pending, Most likely around 5:00PM EST]

 

Rules:

- Have fun

- No Skyfish

 

 

[George of House Glover 372]

*A goblin messenger tells Zogtar about the planned attack, he walks over to his armour stand, he polished armour hanging there. Two slaves put it on, tightening the straps, one of them presents him with his sword, he inspects the edge, as sharp as a sword should be. Sheathing the sword he steps outside, his Lur brothers all coming out of their tents too, ready for battle. He mounts his Gurug, his mighty Lur wolf and joins the Lur clans march to meet the rest of the armies of Anthos.*

[Lanader - Richard Tarus 197]

(Oh, yes, all the yes. This should definitely be fun. I felt the need to post.)

[Haelphon 407]

(( It's a rule to have fun, so if you don't I'll ban you 5ever.))

 

 

 

 

 

((jk.))

 

 

((But seriously this is gonna be goooood.))

[Acornlad 206]

Tahjeet continues his trek towards Ac'Talarah when hearing the news of the intended attack. He smiles, speaking,

 

"Out o' all da places dey could 'ave picked ta' mess wit mon... dey picked da wrong one. Dey ain't goin' ta' 'ave a big time."

 

((This is literally perfect timing, I am in. I will RP this post up once I get to a computer))

[Mucky 443]

Olaf hears of this from a Goblin, raising his fist he storms around Kal'Azgoth shouting of the intended march.

 

He also darts across the halls, randomly punching the air as if some motivational music was playing in the background.

[Aislin 4354]

Gronkk roars loudly as veins pop out his neck. 3 children die across Anthos from his roar. Gronkk is ready to eat those creepy weirdos in that fort.

 

He will eat all of them.

[mmat 7460]

Drakarzal the Reaper steps up in front of the brutalized rabble of mutilated and deformed creatures, leading forces within the ruined castle which was once his home, the horde was armed with rusted swords and poorly made bows, he prepares himself to kill.

 

((This battle is the harbinger of better times for the antag, lets enjoy the battle and what comes after!))

[Aislin 4354]

Drakarzal the Reaper steps up in front of the brutalized rabble of mutilated and deformed creatures, armed with rusted swords and poorly made bows, and prepares himself to kill.

 

((This battle is the harbinger of better times for the antag, lets enjoy the battle and what comes after!))

 

Gronkk is going to eat this guy first.

[DragoonCrow 346]

Crowley hears the news from his buddies in the Azogs and puts on his running boots, intent to tell his brethren what's going on. 

[Lark 2227]

Lark Steelwall stands at the forge with a large number of armored strelts with bardiches, crossbows, and the like and barks, "We fight to win! We fight for Lord Carrion! We fight for LIFE!" The strelts roar and start their march onto Greywyn.

[saromon50 61]

*Tormis tilts his head to the side as he overhears a nearby goblin*

 

"This will be an excellent opportunity to do away with those not blessed..."

 

*He then looks absentmindedly towards the north and walks away slowly, his robes trailing behind him*

[Geo 1415]

"Mul'ta" Tla'Morthawl says quietly as he bids the goblin farewell.  Making his way into the housing district of Karakatua to inform other able bodied warriors.

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael kicks the dying goblin off a ledge into the lava filled chasm below. He then begins to decide if he will bother the rather pointless mission.

[Lanader - Richard Tarus 197]

Richard Tarus exited his room within the base of the Arcane Delvers, with a smile. Word had reached them that there was a call for arms to eradicate these beasts from the world. Richard headed out towards the balcony, brandishing his staff. He looked upon the Delver Base, awaiting a response from Polgrath to join this attack on the creatures of the north.

 Richard took a seat back down, after sending the bird. He needed to find Art and Nienna, meanwhile multiple Arcane wielders prepared themselves soon for the upcoming battle.