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A lone Druii' sits between the giant roots of the Mother Cerridwens tree, his eyes closed in meditation as he focuses upon the voice of nature around him. Alas! Soon this focus had been disturbed by a loud and somewhat obnoxious chirping of a small carrier pigeon. Upon reading the note the Hei-Zhu softly smiled. "Ah dear Aspects, never i liked the confines of a church... But ill be sure to come by and at least congratulate the pair. Sia would want me too."

THE PURGING OF THE AZDRAZI FILTH [!] A missive is pinned up, distributed around, and read out by town criers across Almaris. It promptly Reads. “To all whom may concern! On this day we are gathered to punish the Dishonor Kul ‘The Worm’ Raguk had committed upon himself, His kin, The Spirits, and all Descendants that came before, For the act of joining forces with the Iblees spawn of Azdrozomoth he has been sentenced to be de-tusked by the hands of Motsham Al-Uk’Yar.” "Motsham Al-Uk'Yar detusking Kul 'The Worm' Raguk before the Shrine of Krug" “With the Removal of the Tusks from Kul ‘The Worm’ Raguk’s jaws he had been allowed back within the ranks of the Urukim, To once again stand among the honorable kin of the HORDE. From here on out he is prohibited from ever replacing his tusks with artificial ones or any other means. If ‘The Worm’ fails to abide by this term he shall effective immediately be banished from the HORDE again and its ranks shall be allowed to hunt down and slaughter the wretched beast that is Kul’Raguk Let this also be a note that Azdrozomoth and his Iblees worhsipping children are not welcome in San’Velku or ANY and all territories belonging to the HORDE." Signed, Willy of San'Velku, Rex of The Horde Al-Uk'Yar, Motsham of The Horde, Voice of the Spirits

Motsham Al-Uk'Yar after just returning from Nor'asath perks a hefty brow at the missive "Dat Shagorim reeli haz bikom azh fool... Pizzed ohf deeh entiagh Uzg agen"

The Good Motsham jotted his signature neath the document sighing softly "Diz iz whi wi nub meddul wiff bloodthirzti barbarianz. Haveh plenti ohf ouhr ohwn peepul whu ahm likeh dat, Hyur Hyur.

Hob the Beasts Slayer jots his signature beneath the document looking at his fellow wee-folk "Ter peace among allies aye?"

Lord Friedrich Barclay stares at the missive rubbing his temple "Ist zhis how ze youth marries zhese days?

Stood in a quiet corner of the square was a hooded Shaman, Mad with the Power coursing through his soul... His soul shattered and fractured by the many Spirits staking their claim upon it "Wargoff ob deeh Votar? Or ob beihn azh lazi ZKAH!" The Mad Motsham cackled soflty shaking his head "Wi zhall peep ib Lur meetz mohre dizhonagh"

There he stood. Lord Friedrich Barclay. The Elder Eagle his palms heavily clutching his cane's head the Eagle shining proudly in the sun's shimmer, Alas the Elder didn't feel any pride in the moment, More disgust then anything else "Why o' Godani, Why does du tear und rip in ze flesh of mein kin, But nicht dare lay dein Heiliger hands upon mein fragile soul.... Why o' Godani take whom i love und leave me suffering?" The questions the Elder Eagle portrayed upon God went unawnsered as many of his questions did, All he knew was another of his family had passed before his judgement came. And all he could ask himself was "Warum can ich nicht die...?"

Please do roleplay the disease you got from the cursed lands accordingly. Refer to the witchdoctor Lore for further info :D.

And there he stood, Popogoth Drekür'Ungri. Fierce leader of the Ungri Clan... Worshipper of The Great Maw (In which nothing allive resides so stop trying to kill it) wandering across his cave inspecting all the heads of each bounty he claimed, each battle he won, each challange he faced. Amongst them laid the head of Ulf Frostbeard... the Dwarf with many faces now apart of the Olog's collection. "GAHAHA! HOZH KLOMPAH DIZ AZH! AZH HONAGHBLEH DWEDDOH!" OOC: Just wanna say, despite some of the ooc hate our communities currently are experiencing between eachother. I've had a lot of fun rping with you mate... You are the perfect example of ONE LOTC therefor we are ONE COMMUNITY.

Motsham Al-Uk'Akaal sat in meditation feeling ever the presence of the filthy darkspawn and bloosuckers upon his mortal realm, The spirits roaring through his mind belitteling the Motsham on how he had allowed the beasts to roam free as they had... Suddenly as if ripped from his peace the Goblin's eyes shot open a fine line of sweat trickeling from his face "Dereh wihl bi grizh..." muttered the anncient Goblin preparing for Scortuz to guide him

THE SONG OF THE MAW ♫ Nub voice in our ears but the maw we relish the sound of its call we’ll plunder agh feast on any man, any beast doesn’t matter, we’ll snack on dem all The stragglers we did nub consume am chucked in our sacrifice stew dey scream agh dey run but that’s part of the fun ‘cause the Olog's am coming to get ya! Oh, Olog's, Olog's chomping on meats filling our guts with our struggling treats tearing, chewing we flat for the maw The powagh agh grub’s wub we’re duwin' it for! crunching agh biting we flat for the maw the power agh grub’s wub we’re duwin' it for!♫

There's still not a living Animal in that pit Sorry dude

What worm? its just a very deep hole... You a good sport for PKing tho! Always love to see that

The Motsham of the HORDE softly sighed at yet another war, and yet again the action of the individual reflected upon the action of an entire nation... Alas such is the way of the Ireheart, all to seek An issue with Orc. "Diz Bakir globbo is ztartin tu git annoyihn, haz evuhn mohre bloodluzd den uz orkz who areh zuppozedly kurzed wiff"

The Ancient Friedrich Barclay stared at the missive his goblet of wine dropping from his shakey palm "Du vhat? Just touch some grass du Dummkopf, Nicht ask for ein dame in ein letter" the elder heavily shook his wrinkly nogging cropping the missive in his palm and throwing it to the fire before himself

Lo' there he sat, Lord Friedrich Barclay... Staring into a glass of icey cold water. a soft tear rolling down the Elders wrinkly cheek as he was informed of the Pontiffs death, To him Tylos II wasn't just his Pontiff he was his friend. A man Friedrich had come to admire greatly "Ze suffering ist part of Godani's divine plan" muttered the ancient Barclay however shook his head firm after "Still hurts like ein jab of ein sword though"

A slayer of Beasts after having claimed for himself another feat of Glory got swiftly informed on the death of Filibert, While not being close to the Halfling perse he was still his kin and therefor took the death to heart... With a painful expression he placed his 'Gremlin Slayer' back upon his back. Hob thereafter firmly spoke up to the skies "Why o' gracious Knox... why take me kin loike cattle o' leaveh meh standin firm o' both feet? Oi've been impropah... oi've commited acts agains' 'alflin ways. Why do ye nae claim meh?"

Motsham Al-Uk stood before his students @Sewer_Rat and @Barbogspeaking on the missive introduced by one of the Urukim "Kowardize agh behaviohr muzh akin tu dat ob deeh betrayur Iblees tu zkeem agh lieh tri tu zeek oud deeh kurze wi ahm plagued wiff tu paind uz az BEAZT" The maddened Shaman let out some distorted and twisted cackles "Kowardz agh znakez, deeh lot ob em"

Popogoth Drekür'Ungri stood with a wicked bloodthirsty grin staring over the pit as Morean's headless body made the crashing decent down into the pit the head raised shown to the Ungri Kin like some twisted lifeless trophy "TU DAH MAW!"

TO THE FAKE GOD OF THE CANONIST CHURCH [!] Around the sewers and crevasses of the stronghold of the Holy Orenian Empire, come rats dragging tattered missives. These same missives had been hung up along notice boards across the realm. It reads; “To the citizenry and nobility of Oren; This is a message hailing from the Zealots of the Spiritual Realm. Today, we have come to purge the fake God from your pitiful realm. We have sent our Shamans to your Empires borders, to place upon it a wretched curse that shall twist and torture the land. The land that, by the right of existence itself, belongs to the Spirits. However, not all of you need suffer this fate. Not all of you need be tortured, and sacrificed to the Spirits. Convert. Drop the fraudulent claims and misteachings that the church of the Canon has bestowed upon your lives, and view upon true power. View what a real deity can bestow upon the mortal realm and to their devotees.” [!] Tied to the missive hang a few artistic depictions of the accursed land. The real thing being all to close by, of course; “Let be known, that this shan’t be the last of the Spirits’ claimant marks upon their rightful land.” Signed, The Spiritual Zealots

THE GREAT MAW THE FAITH OF THE GREAT MAW The Great Maw is the entity that Clan Ogr used to worship, back in their prime. They believed that it was responsible for the bountiful feasts and endless piles of food granted to the Olog-Hai on a daily basis. Some would assume The Great Maw to be the Embodiment of Glutros, however, whether this is the truth or a simple assumption is unknowable, for the Ologs of Clan Ogr only called it by this name. Whilst the ages of the good Ogr Ologs have since passed, the Faith of the Maw still stands lively to this day. Where most of the Ologs of Clan Ogr have died out in bloody struggles, verocious raids, and the brutal hunts some descendants used to bestow upon the Orcs, some had managed to survive this onslaught. They would later join the ranks of Clan Ungri, under Drekür’Ungri. One of these ologs was the titanic and brutish Meat’Head’Ungri. After his transfer from the fallen Ogr Clan into the ranks of Clan Ungri, he started to teach Drekür and his Ungris the faith of the maw. Having been greatly excited by the prospect of a being that might supply the clan with such bounty, the Popogoth decided to accept the Faith into the Clan, and be guided into how to worship this entity. THE WAY OF WORSHIP After being educated by the remainder of Clan Ogr, Drekür’Ungri ordered the construction of a giant sinkhole into the surface of the earth. Pieces of sharp rock, metal, and wood filled this pit, to make it appear as the giant jagged teeth of The Great Maw. After such an order was given, the Goblins of Clan Ungri quickly got to work- and soon, the sacrificial pit was ready. Each cactus week, a single Descendant sacrifice was ordered to be hurled into the deep pit of jagged teeth. Following this, on special selected days, feasts were thrown, revolving around The Great Maw. These would be alongside activities like fighting competitions and drinking games. These would always be accompanied by general worship to the Maw, in the form of sacrifice, general praise like shrine construction, and the ‘feeding’ of the maw in the form of large amounts of food.

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Orc mojo always +1

THE SHAMAN MOOT Issued 6th of Malin’s welcome, Year 59 of the Second Age [!] A multitude of black-furred, beady-eyed messenger rats make their way to the shamans of the Iron’Uzg, carrying with them a missive. The same message has similarly been nailed to noticeboards around the realm. It promptly reads; “Sons and daughters of Krug, I ,Motsham Al-Uk’Lur hereby call for the Shamans of the Iron’Uzg to gather for a Moot. This will be regarding the differences of opinion currently going through our proud city, on the subject of the Firelands Initiative and all that comes with. This moot shall be closed off for only Shamans and the citizenry of the Iron’Uzg. Outsiders are not welcome to attend the moot, and the citizenry (while their opinions are valued) are not to openly speak, and may only do so if called upon by a Shaman or the Rex. They are, however, welcome to stand in the stands, and observe the discussions that will commence. A vote regarding certain matters will be made at the end of this Moot. Any absent Shamans will get the chance to send me their vote via bird, messenger rat, or otherwise, so I may include this. If the vote is not sent on the day of the Moot, it shall be discarded. I hope to see you all at the coming Moot." [OOC] The Moot shall be held Sunday, January the 16th- around 5 pm EST in the Iron’Uzg Throne room Signed, Al-Uk’Lur, Elder of Clan Lur, Motsham of The Iron’Uzg