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The Return Of The Chef - Grub Core Episode III Ikor “The Butcher” made his usual rabbit stew in his tent before calling for his brothers to come feast “Grub iz ready” he called out while gazing outside of his tent only to see two of his brothers coming, a sigh escaped the maw of the uruk as he knew staying in this tribe Ikor would never achieve his dream of being the best chef in the realm. The only news his tribe would ever get was of war and about the Grubgoth that owned Grub Core, everyday jealousy filled the young uruk chef, and one day he had enough. Ikor “The Butcher” grabbed his pan and machete and marched towards the capital to face Grubgoth , who claimed to be the best. Upon arriving at the capital he busted through the gates without question and walked towards the tavern only to find it abandoned… The tables split in half, chairs laying flat upon the wooden floor, the anger and jealousy upon the face of Ikor slowly faded while seeing the trashed tavern, and so he advanced even deeper inside, seeing the giant cauldron empty with only a few rotten pieces of food inside clearly not been used in months. But the silence was quickly interrupted as a goblin runned through the streets shouting “THE GRUBGOTH IS DEAD! SLAYED BY ELFS!” upon hearing such Ikor frowned, he was jealous of the uruk but to hear a fellow chef die was something he couldn’t forgive. As he reached the kitchen counter that was filled with cobwebs Ikor quickly brashed them off before slamming his massive hand upon the counter, the wood cracked a little before the sound of books and keys could be heard falling down, Ikor with a swift move grabbed the two books and keys before starting to read them, one had the teachings of the arts of culimancy, and the other the recipe labeled us the ultimate grub readen by Gruul. Ikor’s frown turned into a smile upon finding such secrets and quickly dusted off the kitchen, mopped the floors and fixed the broken chairs and tables. And for the last part he cleaned the sign that was saying GRUB CORE, with a grin he runned outside the tavern and yelled as loudly as he could “IKOR TAKE OVA GRUB CORE! IKOR NEW CHEF! GRUB CORE IZ IKOR’Z” Ikor screamed it with a laugh quickly following shortly behind as this was his chance to achieve his dream.

The Chef Falls Gruul was doing his morning walk around the lands of the Horde of many tribes going around the vassals to cook and sell his delicious meals to the people of the horde, but while crossing the giant bridge he was stopped by his fellow Balian guards, Gruul waved before one saying “WE FOUND HIM” Gruul confused he simply jumped upon one of their horses to ride with them. Gruul having no idea of what was happening he simply started to blah about random stuff “Gruul will invezt in cerulia! Yub yub build a big GRUB CORE” he called out while the guards of Balian and a few of his bruddas carried him towards the gates of Cerulia.. Not knowing he was never gonna exit them. After arriving inside Gruul was quickly surrounded by Balina, Horde, Cerulia and other members of the Four brothers alliance and everyone quickly drawn there weapons arresting him on the spot , before Gusmia came out with a axe saying “Gruul you are sentence to Death for the crimes of cannibalism” The uruk chef confused he quickly started to debate the elf “Thiz nub true, gruul nub know Elf waz from Cerulia, Gruul nub know….” he begged for mercy but none was shown to him, he was forced to his knees by his brother Gutlug and a Balian before Gusmia “Grommash never would allow uruk flat from this… New rex will zave Gruul”. But Gruuls spirit quickly shuddered as Gusmia said “Rex has approved of this… and he was the one that sentence you here” Gruul lost all hope, plead for mercy was the only thing that he could have done as Kha and other citizens around cheered for his death, was this really the good side, or was the empire right, the four brothers alliance being only beast, slaughtering one for a mistake “Pleaze Gruul nub know, Gruul zorry… Gruul waz given elf , Gruul nub know” he begged once more but this was the last words he was gonna say. Gusmia raised his axe and with a quick slice, he chopped the chef's neck clean off his body, with the body of Gruul flopping upon the floor and his head rolling inside a bond that was near, the water quickly turning red. That was the justice given to Gruul, a quick death for a mistake he did trusting that his fellow brothers would save him.

The badawi man made his way out of the throne room, and upon exiting the gates of the empire, he quickly grasped upon the wall to his left side, before a sigh of relief escaped him, as he turned back to gaze upon the palace one last time “maybe my words had a effect on him after all… oh allah guide him back to the right path, for his is just lost…” he simply said before departing at last, going to tell the news to his wife and kids

The Badawi man after securing the safety of his wife and kids , he gave them a small nod before mounting his trusted horse, Khaleed gazed once more upon his family with a smile appearing on the man's face knowing he might not see them again, for he planned not to hide neither run as he knew the oath he gave and the price he must was to pay, and so he rode a journey back to the capital “Allah keep my family safe, for i am to join you soon… and forgive me for i have sinned far too long… welcome me in jannah” he simply said to himself while riding

The Broken Spear The Badawi Knight entered the knight hall without announcement. The weight of his steps measured neither hurried nor hesitant, the sound of his plated boots echoing softly against the wooden floor. The hall stood empty, save for the low crackle of the hearth, its fire casting long shadows across banners and vacant chairs. He grasped a nearby chair and dragged it closer to the fireplace, the legs scraping softly against the wooden floor before he set it in place. Turning it towards the warmth, Khaleed then lowered himself into a seat, the firelight reflecting faintly across his plated armour, etched with the emblem of the Dragon Knights. He began with his gauntlets, loosening the fastenings and setting them aside at the table one after another, with a tired sigh escaping his lips. “Never did I think my dream would come to this,” he simply stated And from there the rest followed at an unhurried pace, plates unbuckled, straps loosened, steel lifted free and placed carefully upon the table at his side. The Dragon Knight cuirass was removed at last. Finally, he drew the cape from his shoulders and folded it with practised precision, resting right next to the armour. After a few moments, Khaleed unsheathed his curved blade, and with care, he placed the blade atop the folded cape, aligning it in the same direction the armour faced. now unarmoured, he gazed upon his damaged and dirty gear with a smile “You served me well… but for too long I have served and betrayed my kin's way,” he stated with a firm tone. Khaleed would then reach into his garments, pull out a letter written in ink, and place it on top of his cuirass. The letter to anyone who chose to pick it up and read it would say; _____________________________________________ “To my brothers in arms, and to the Grand Knight that commanded us, I write this not with haste or with anger. I have worn the armor of this Order with pride, believing it to be a symbol of honor, mercy, and service. And for a time, it was. I was taught that Knight’s strength is not measured by the blood he spills, but by the control he shows when he has the power to do so. That lesson has guided my blade, my voice, and my conduct since the day I first swore my oath. Yet, I can no longer reconcile that oath with the path that the Order now walks. My restraint has given way to wrath, and violence is no longer a last resort but an answer reached too quickly. This is not the Knighthood I pledged myself to, nor one I can serve without betraying my faith. My belief in Iman Rashidum teaches us that honor without mercy is hollow. I cannot allow my oath to be reshaped into something that runs counter to those teachings. Therefore, I must lay down my place within the Order. I depart without defiance or ill will. To those who still uphold our former virtues, you have my respect. To the Grand Knight, I offer my honesty. May the Order one day remember what made it worthy of loyalty. Khaleed The Sunspear.” _____________________________________________ After the letter was left behind Khaleed departed leaving the empty hall behind. And so he mounted his horse beneath the fading light of the day and rode without haste. The weight his horse carried was no longer steel, but resolve. When at last he reached back to the Qalasheen estate, The door to his room had barely opened before small footsteps echoed across the hall. His Daughter Imani ran to him without hesitation. Khaleed quickly dismounted and knelt just in time to catch her as she reached him, lifting her up into his arms as she laughed and clutched at his shoulders. The concerns of the Order, the weight of Oaths laid aside, all fell silent in that moment. Here, there were no banners to uphold, no commands to obey, only a promise far older and far more enduring. As Khaleed lifted his gaze up to see his wife I’tidal standing upon the door with a smile upon her face as she gazed at them. “It is done… I left the Order as i wish for my kid and for the my kids to come to grow up and look up to their father as a honored and kind man… not a monster slaughtering innocents for the sake of ‘justice’ “ Khaleed Stated with a serious tone Before carrying his Daughter inside the house, wondering what would happen next.

Perfection

The badawi warrior could be seen sharpening his shamshir as he sat underneath the tree of his family’s house, gazing upon the farm and preparing himself for the journey for his third task that involved such beast “those beast shall learn not to mess with our family”

FULL NAME: Khaleed Bin Salman Al-Haybah AGE: 33 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Guard man for the empire SIGNED NAME: METHOD OF CONTACT: (Discord name/Mcname) Chrisoulis777 / disc Chrisoulis777

Khaleed would be doing his usual patrol upon the city of alba, before taking a sit at the bridge edge, taking out a waterskin filled with water before gulping down some of it and leaving it to the side before Zubayr his cousin approched him "Cousin what happen to you?... Beaten up" he called out with a worried expression in his face upon seeing him, and as he started explaining Khaleeds eyes widen "wow... my cousins out here fighting demons and what do i get? guard duty...." he called with a deafeted tone in his voice "well good work cousin" he said before giving himma thumbs-up

Gruul would clap his hands together upon eyeing his new comrades placing the norlanding heretic upon the cross "Yub Yub, Gruul made that crozz, Gruul thought crozz nub be use but gruul now zee that crozz iz uzed" he called out mostly to himself and us everyone was getting ready to depart he called out to them "AHH friendz nub forget to come to Grub Core, there iz deal az well buy one get to buy another one GREAT DEAL YUB YUB" he shouted out to the riders before waving around his machete like a maiden saying goodbye to her husband before war