Qizu

"I am afraid I only vaguely remember this day." he says taking a sip of his morning brew, "Oh I think I do remember actually. The orcs were raiding vortice and I had to protect the freedom of their democracy. It is a shame that orcs have slipped a bit in there means of communication. Being a diplomat to their city they were very hard to communicated with. It seems it happens amongst themselves as well. At once he would begin to scribble in his journal, "I must document such means of communications, this is truly remarkable seeing that they are making, well actually I wouldn't consider that progre-" says the man going to scribble in his journal once more. "However I am still unsure as to why I am in this flier, this seems to be happening a lot to me these days. Good thing many other citizens of the Empire were present at such an occurance, and can testify my involvement should it need be testified."

Picking up the book within the library, he would slowly read it page for page. Taking note of the writing, he would swiftly turn back to the first page, "Well I'll be damned, I knew this writing was familiar." he says going to set the book back down onto the shelf. A smile of happiness would cover his face, something that he was not often permitted.

Looks cool man! I wonder what the LT will make of it

IGN : Qizu Screenshots: | THROUGH THE FOREST | | THE CHILL OF THE NORTH | | THE ELVES OF MAN |

Great work +1

"It is quite a shame to see the recent events within the services of the Empire. The depriving of the military in regards to the alchemical, and the magic world, the banishment of a knight, I only hope that the people of the Empire can unite soon." he says as he dips his head towards the Dame as he finishes his conversation with her, a smirk lingering beneath the shadow across his face as he did so.

| TO ALL SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF MALIN | “Kaean'leh thilln chul'okarae” - High Prince Vulnir Syllar [!] A missive would be sent to the leaders of all Elven Nations upon the continent of Almars. “Greetings to all Sons and Daughters of Malin, I, Prince Vulnir Syllar of the recently erected Ando’Alur call upon the assistance of all of you. As descendents of the highest born son, Malin, I call upon all of you to unite for a diplomatic meeting within the high halls of my city. Splintered we lay across all of Almaris in our conclaves, and yet it is only our kin in which we can entrust ourselves to. Let us convene as one, for only time may tell what is to come.” Signed, Prince Vulnir Syllar of Ando’Alur Scribed by the Seat of Poetry, Sulluel Veluluai’onn

An old, and withered Mali'ker would emerge from his darkened cave. His eyes casted upon the sky would be filled with the events that occurred this night. "What the ****.." he says with a groan as he began his journey. And at that, it was time for the return of Vinir.

SARKOZY SKIN AUCTION [!] Fliers would be sent to all major nations and settlements. “It is yet again, time for our second Sarkozy Clothing Auction. This time, the theme will be a variation of floral and casual wear, as well as a small selection of plate and half-plate. All are welcome, and it will be held in the Orenian Theatre! Below are some examples of what you can expect within your attendance at this event." [!] At the bottom of the flier there would be four sketches of different armors and clothing to see the quality of work that will be presented at the following auction.

Looks like a place called aellen, I love the style <3

I love to see lot's of work and dedication go into pieces +1

Ugrad vividly remembers killing Monkey’s dad if only he’d known monkey was that damned ghost’s son, if only..

THE LIFE OF UGRAD In the midst of the night, screams could be heard from within the thatch hut that rests on the side of the orcish savannah. Those who casted their gaze to it would see a flurry of lights rushing in and out of the hut, accompanied by cheering and praise. It was this night that a new orc entered the world of Arcas, Ugrad’Lur. His childhood consisted of multiple brawls with the boys and girls from the other clans slas he tried to prove his might and his strength. More times than not, he would be beaten to a pulp by the bigger orcs and he’d have to continue his training to not only get ahead of them, but to prepare for his clan trials. As he continued his training time passed at a whim, and he was grown before you know it. The sun shined through his ragged roof and onto his face. It didn't help that the spirits chose to abuse his hole-filled roof as a means of waking him up, but nevertheless it worked alright. As he left his house he was swiftly picked up by a large olog that went by the name Droktar. Screams and shouts escaped his mouth “Wub zkah latz glob put me down!!”, however it was to no use as the olog continued to carry him to the abandoned canyon next to the city, where the late Fort Gurmazg existed. Once there he was tossed into the rapids that had carved out the terrain over the millennia that it had been there. “Latz trial beginz!” screamed Noka’Lur. Ugrad had panicked frantically and he looked around to retrieve his knife from within his belt. How could he have forgotten that today was the day of his clan trial! However it was today that he would make his first hunt as a member of the lur clan, it was today that Ugrad would slay the crocodile that had been creeping below him. The crocodile spew out of the year latching onto his leg like tha davage beast that it was. Those around him began screaming for him to stab it before it started turning, and that he did. Like many others he had received scars from his fight, but this is one that will follow his journey through life until the end. This first hunt was a new beginning for Ugrad and it sparked a passion in his heart like no other. He made it his goal to be the beat huntsman in his clan, and he would let nothing stop him. Along with his passion for hunting he continued to brawl others like he did in his childhood. The only difference is that instead of other orcs, it was his nation's enemies, and instead of fists it was weapons of war. Shortly after his initiation to the clan he would be marching into war with the grand Burbur’Lur, and he would stop at nothing to try and prove his devotion and loyalty to him. In his time in krugmar and in wars that the nation was fighting, he pursued his goal as a huntsman and claimed the heads of many beasts. He eventually became wargoth and served as the Lur Clan leader for quite some time. As for his hunts, he stopped at nothing short of basilisks, savage red-wolves, minotaurs, and so forth. He gained trophies for the nation to brandish, and even took upon the title of Huntsgoth to lead hunts for the orcish war parties. However, like all good things, this would soon come to an end. Minotaur Fight The nation had found itself in a war with the humans who had begun to plague the savannah with their existence. For years he had trained his clan to serve as a strong cavalry unit atop their lur wolves, however with as many victories they achieved, their city would soon be desolated by the red and white wave of human soldiers. Many of his friends and companions had been slain upon the initial impact of the catapults and his city had been destroyed leaving nothing but rubble, gore, and a few survivors equally scattered about. His home was destroyed, and nothing but a few close friends was all that remained. But if there was one thing that he learned from his childhood, it was that he should never give up. He gathered those left and fled for the dense swamps that had laid untouched by mankind, and began his work. This was truly his first large leadership position, as he led the group of remnant orcs from the Bootless War. Together with other wargoths he created what became known as Mau’Madur, which stands for “Warrior Freedom” in old blah. This settlement was a traditional orcish settlement that had many stone buildings that were covered in vegetation. The lush, thick swamp served it’s goal for the most part and kept out those looking to find the last civilization of orcs, as the orcs of Mau’Madur really only had trouble with those of the Ruswick Bandits, and they battled often in the swamps. The orcs won a majority of their battles with this brigade of bandits, as they trained every single day for combat in their biome in fear of future invaders. However this time of peace and prosperity between the orcs of Mau’Madur and their dark elven friends, will soon be challenged by a rival force. The Mau’Madur Stronghold When the orcs of Mau’Madur inhabited the swamp they believed that they were the only orcs left in existence, however a small band or orcs chose to remain in the destroyed city of krugmar. With the help of Skalp’Raguk, they built their forces and launched an attack on the nation of Mau’Madur, and they eventually one in the end, as it came down to a final battle between Ugrad and Skalp. The nation of Mau’Madur finally came to an end, as the orcs returned to their homelands. With this, Ugrad would meet his lifemate Skalp’Raguk. He had proposed to skalp on the balcony of the Rex’s quarters, and would go to live quite a happy life with him. They battled together, worked together to raise a powerful nation, and even had a kid. It was as if the world was against them, but they were there together and that is all that mattered. But like everything else in Ugrad’s life, it came to an end. Skalp had ascended into the Stargush’Stroh via means of bombing the Urguanite Capital, departing from the mortal world. However, the nation of Mau’Madur would continue to exist. Those from the swamps worked together to ascend in leadership, and they eventually gained a hold of a majority of the positions within the nation, and even fostered the next Rex, Noka’Lur. In Ugrad’s time here he was gifted with many arts of shamanism as he got closer to the spirits. In his time during Noka’s rexdom he served as the nations warchief in war against the dwarves, and he did his best to advise her. As the war ended another rex would take power, and another and so on. Ugrad withdrew from leadership and fled to the countryside as the conflict with the dwarves ensued. He’d defend his hunting grounds with everything he had and he did quite a good job. These hunting grounds hosted a fort in which he had parties and celebrations with friends of his from time to time. In the beginning as I mentioned before, Ugrad had quite the taste for honor and power. At this time in his life he was raising younger lurs, training lur wolves to be good pups, and hunting nearly everyday. However news had reached his ears that the current rex had fallen ill, and had gone missing. It was Ugrad’s time to shine, and so he did. Ugrad became the rex of Krugmar, after beating two individuals for it. He had grand plans, and he wanted to start a new age of orcs. To begin this, he created the Eternal Uzg. A structured government to ensure long reigns of Rexes, and cooperation between the clans. He plated his orcs up with black stained steel, and they adorned the emblem of a crocodile. This new age of orcs served as a powerful ally against the coming days of the Inferi. As soon as the word of infernal demons plaguing the lands reached Ugrad’s ear, he knew it was a perfect opportunity to cleanse the name of the Orcish Race in the mouths and minds of others. He brought all of the nations in the world together under the Eternal Uzg, and created the Firewatch Alliance with the help of his friend Nivndil the Motherdruid. He had slain generals, hellhounds, and many other inferi beasts with the Firewatch Alliance, taking many victories. He also took an opportunity to reach out to nations to make alliances and friendships with their leaders to help clean the orcish name up, and he succeeded with practically all of them that he had tried to. However, Ugrad knew that life was catching up with him, so he ran. Rex Ugrad’Lur He departed from his position as the Rex of the Eternal Uzg, and fled to his childhood home. He’d remain here practicing his shamanism, teaching people in secret, and working hard to find a legacy that he could pursue, the issue is that he had already done all that his soul would allow. In desperate means he joined up with other nations, working as a Court Mage, a physician, and so forth. Anything he could do he did it. But nothing could erase the fact that life was catching up with Ugrad so he kept running and running, even fleeing to another continent where he made many new friends. One in particular was Monkey Peregrin. Monkey was a small being, probably because he was indeed a halfling. Monkey had an aspiration for the spirits which reminded him much of himself. It was he who Ugrad would take under his wing and pass all of his knowledge of the spirits too. He’d teach him how to heal people, to visit and talk to the spirits, and many other things. Monkey was the son that Ugrad had never had, however life was still catching up to him. As Ugrad laid against the willow tree in the forests of Almaris, he would put down his tattooing tools after he had finished his final lesson with Monkey. “You know Monkey, I have done everything that I could have in my life. I have slain inferi, demons, monsters and beasts, I have sailed the seas visiting three different continents, I found and lost the love of my life, I’ve lead a nation, I’ve fought over 6 wars, I’ve taught students the ways of the spirits, and I’ve kept running and running..” he says tilting his head back as he watches the leaves of the tree swaying in the wind. The sky was bright and beautiful that day, and there was a beautiful summer breeze that blew across him. It was at this moment that Ugrad had seen his life begin to play before his eyes, as if he was watching one of the many plays he had throughout his life. His childhood, his friends Nivindil, Noka and Droktar, his lifemate Skalp, his daughter Nakita, and his student Monkey. It was these who had made his life so enjoyable, but it was time for Ugrad to stop running, and so he did.

Question 1: What is one thing you dislike about Orcs/Krugmar? How can it be improved? My current dislike with the orcish community is that the community can be quite ****. The discord hosts players who are TOS banned willingly, and they don't really plan or admit to any willingness of changing. From my personal experience, the community is controlled by loud players who hardly every play either. The OOC influence in the community is immaculate, and it really needs to be fixed. From a roleplay stand still, it just hurts after doing so much for a nation by being rex, running the inferi alliance and cleaning up peoples views on orcs, to then go inactive and get whitewashed because I got tired of the community. When I roleplay it feels as if orc players have their mind deadset on achieving a certain outcome and will go out of their way to ignore dialouge in roleplay to achieve it, especially in bandit scenarios and combat. Any change of progression in the orcs aslo becomes extremely hindered within the community. If you put full armor on an orc, you are whitewash, if you wear anything besides cloth that covers 20% or more of your skin you are whitewash, and so forth. I was critiqued in my rexdom for having a form of government other then 1v1 for nation leader, or by NOT attacking every living ******* thing. People quit because I told them not to bandit or raid people unless we are at war. I just feel like the community it built on a lot of nonsense to be honest. My final regard is towards the lore. The codes of krug punishments are only upheld in scenarios when you want to use it against someone, and can be abused with loopholes so I don't feel as if it should have any place as a nations laws. Another thing is shamanism. Last time I went to krugmar and used it, I was called a dark mage for speaking old blah and killed. It really brings out the OOC in the community. The art of shamanism also isn't getting **** on when it is taught to non-orcs. If you don't want the magic to get shelved like a majority of the other shamanism forms, you can't gate keep it to orcs, when most of the active orcs have only played for 2 weeks. Don't get mad when shamanism is handed to another spiritualist character over your orc, because it should be based off of good roleplay not your persona card. I believe most of the ACTIVE shamans are non-orcs, and that should speak for itself. MonkeNotic, Gallic, Runabern, Hefty_Donut, and so forth. Question 2: What is one thing you like/admire about Orcs/Krugmar? I like the few amount of players that have fun with their orc, and create roleplay for other groups on the server. Toeboil'Raguk is a prime example Question 3: What do you think Orcs/Krugmar biggest opportunity for improvement is? Clean up your community, try new things.

Quite odd, I've met striga, naztherak, dark shamans, werewolves, and even frost witches. I've yet to meet a siliti. Perhaps it's just the fact you aren't in the same player base as them. :shrug:

Discord Name: Qizu#5409 Skin: Druid Man Bid: 20 Mina

What is one roleplay community you always wanted to try out, but could never force yourself to?

THE DEFENDING OF PEOPLE OF THE FAITH A depiction of the slaughtering of Canonist in the city of Gamesh The topic of war and battle is often debated in the different clerical sects and even dioceses. Many men of the faith will find themselves seeking for any chance of peace in which they can amount for with any given conflict. As of current it is often said that the clergy does not participate in wars that are of political origin. However the question often arises of the participation of the clergy within the defensive stance within wars, especially the wars of past and present. This mindset however, has a counteractive piece of scripture in the Book of Owyn. Many clergy of the Flamenist belief are well versed in the Book of Owyn. In this story it is depicted that Owyn, Son of Godwin was a well trained student in the art of combat. In this book it is told that as he succeeded the throne of Gamesh, the city was plagued with heathens and barbarians who brought slaughter and sin upon the people of the faith. It was however in these dark times that GOD spoke to Owyn. GOD had gifted him a sword, a means of defending his people and to enforce the wrath of holiness upon those who sin. (Gospel 4:24). Should the men of the FAITH not enact such things with the gifts they have been given from the Creator of all things? GOD had gifted Owyn a sword to protect his people from the heathens and the sinners. Should the men of the faith not be able take up such actions if they are available? Taking a further look into that of the Flamenist traditions, I also urge that we take in more aspects of Flamenist views. Within this new continent of lands provided by the creator, we are surrounded by species and cities of many people. With every given settlement and culture there will always be conflict, however conflict will always find itself against the faith. It is these very Flamenist traditions that we need to encourage and bring more light to that will protect the faith from the outside world that seeks to encroach it's wrath upon it. Some Flamenist we can look up towards with these ideologies are Commodus Marna, or Ludolf Cardinal Pruvia who was the main advisor to Adrian de Sarkozy in the war upon Lorraine in the Time of Troubles. It is Flamenist clergymen like these who will protect our faith. It is strong, and defensive values that will guide the faith onto the souls of man, and strike fear into the hearts of all those who reject the light of GOD. Owyn, in the Book of Owyn, is mortal and flesh just as we are. He was stricken in the side by the swords and daggers of the unfaithful, and through prayer and blessing he was granted a sword from the Creator. We have been gifted a weapon from GOD himself, the sword, to enforce religious law on the heathens that seek to rain sin and slaughter on those of the Faith, and it will be of no use if not enforced as it was in scripture. ~ Acolyte Tobias Sarkozic

Homorexuals If LOTC did gave me one thing it was me meeting MinaGobbler (: