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A Fitting End for Slavers The sun rose high on a dense, insect-ridden jungle near Krugmar, the undergrowth threatening to devour already-crumbling stretches of road. It was in this choked, humid land that a small group of battle-hungry Dwedmar and a single Uruk clad in crimson hunted, far from home and hearth. It was the slavers’ scent that drew them from the mountains, and soon enough they had found the filth they sought. On a quiet road, two Uruks of Krugmar - one of whom being none other than the Snagagoth - had the misfortune to meet the children of Urguan, each one more eager than the last to carry out Dungrimm’s will. The Uruks carried an Umri slave with them; fresh, breathing, and undeniable proof of their transgressions. The Dwedmar and their Orcish comrade held their weapons aloft, eyeing their prey as Yazmorra Blackroot negotiated the surrender of the slave being transported. The slave was released, and not a moment later, the first strike came from the Grand Queen herself. The ensuing fight concluded with the Snagagoth face-down in a pool of his own blood, a Frostbeard blade lodged in his chest, and his Raguk accomplice attempting to offer terms. Both were brought back to Urguan’s halls in chains. The slavers were thrown into sky cells, to await questioning. Not long after, their interrogations were complete, and the Grand Queen was left to render judgement. The Uruks would face death, and it would be one of their own kind who would give it to them; Naffog, the Orcish Grandmaster of The Crimson Edict who’d fought alongside the Dwed patrol - upon his own request. The Uruks from Krugmar were dragged into the city square, their hands and feet soon nailed between the stone tiles. The Raguk pleaded for his life and the Snagagoth placated himself, suggesting that a slaver’s soul could be saved. The Orc who’d been chosen to mete out their punishment would hear none of it, and had already chosen what fate his misbegotten kin would suffer. Soon, skin was separated from muscle, and bodies were tormented beyond recognition. So it was that two Uruks, flayed living and hung on posts, decorated the heart of Urguan. An end befitting any slaver. Grand King of Urguan,

THE GRAND TOURNAMENT OF URGUAN For decades now, the Grand Champion of Urguan is a position that has gone uncontested, a position meant to highlight the best warrior amongst Urguan’s Folk. This vacancy in a previously celebrated tradition is not one that can stand any longer. Grand King Levian’Tol Grandaxe hereby calls for a new Grand Tournament, with its winner being rewarded the position of Grand Champion, amongst other prizes. Said tournament shall be held [8/14], in a bracket-style. Listed below is all one needs to know prior to signing up: THE GRAND TOURNAMENT: RULES AND REGULATIONS For any who wish to attend the Grand Tournament of Urguan, each individual must agree to the rules as follows: I. ONE must be of Urguan’s Folk. II. ONE must be able to attend the tournament on [8/14]. Rescheduling shall not occur. III. ONE must be a citizen of Urguan. IV. ONE must not kill their opponent in the tournament. V. One must sign up prior to the day of the tournament to compete. THE GRAND TOURNAMENT: PRIZE POOL While the winner may receive the title of Grand Champion, other prizes can be won. Said prizes include: First Place: Grand Champion Title, 1000 minas, A cask of alcohol custom made for the winner by The Grand King, A weapon made by the Bekarumm eron da Kornazkarumm Second Place: 500 minas, A cask of alcohol custom made for the runner-up by The Queen Third Place: 250 minas, a specialized weapon OOC: Must sign up prior to 12am EST on Friday Night/Saturday Morning to be added to the bracket. THE GRAND TOURNAMENT: SIGN UP To sign up, fill out the form attached below: ((Username)): Name: Age: Are you a citizen of Urguan?: Are you of Urguan’s Folk? (A Dwarf/Honorary): Grand King of Urguan,

A WAR OF RETRIBUTION Urguan’s Folk, for centuries, have been tried time and time again by nations who believe they are strong enough to defeat the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. And time and time again, they have continuously failed. The dwed have never lost a war against an external threat, yet the “War-Nation '' of Krugmar has seen it wise to raid Urguani vassals, kill our citizens, and kidnap and debeard our Grand Marshal. These insults to our people cannot and will not be allowed to continue without dire consequences to the already crumbling “nation”. At a council meeting only stone days ago, the Grand King called upon all clans and vassals to appear in the throne room to hear of a decision that would impact the entirety of the Grand Kingdom. With the testimony of Bakir Ireheart, the newly appointed Grand Marshal, describing the ‘trial’ awarded to the dwed, all of Urguan’s folk knew that it was time for action. Repelling every single Krugmarian raid was simply not enough. Killing a Targoth and displaying his head was not enough. Ironcasting a Krugmarian Uruk was not enough. The simple memory of a recent defeat to Urguan under Utak Ireheart was somehow not enough. The council knew that the only step possible to cease Krugmarian hostility once and for all was WAR. With the publication of this document, the Grand Kingdom of Urguan hereby declares WAR on the “War-Nation'' of Krugmar. Shall they realize their mistake and wish for a way out, their peace terms are listed below: SECTION I: TERMS OF PEACE As listed in the recently published grudge against Krugmar, the terms of peace are listed as follows: I. The tusks of the Rex of Krugmar. II. The heads of both Targoths of Krugmar. III. Withdrawing all previous statements against the Grand Kingdom, as well as a public declaration of defeat. Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz da Khazadmar signed, Grand King of Urguan, Clan Father of Clan Grandaxe The Grand Marshal of Urguan, Clan Father of the Irehearts and Jarl of Dol’Gorix Lord Chancellor of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, High Remembrancer of the Order of Remembrance, Son of Rhewen

Levian'Tol Grandaxe rests in a tiny corner of his palace. A book about the travels of the great Smallaxe in his lap as he slowly flips through each page. A merchant, barkeep, steward, and now Grand King. As he sat back, his eyes trailed up to the ceiling, he recalls the calamity of the last war with Krugmar. A war he was against, a war that should never have happened, and a war that ripped Krugmar apart. He remembers fighting side by side with Turge'Ram against the guards of Elvenesse, his klomp with the former Rex, Yarrow'Lur, his rapport with the Golden Rex and many visits to Krugmar over the past 30 years. The accession of Kor'Garr even crosses his mind as he remembers the laughs and jokes they shared then. As the Kings eye's lowered to his lap, he would see nothing but the crumpled up remains of a book, the iron binding clattering on the stone floor followed by the heavy sounds of thick droplets smacking against the floor. He raises his bloodied hand infront of him inspecting it for a few moments before letting out a small sigh. "... Tempeh, Tempeh."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe takes a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong drag from his cigar before finally uttering out, "Tis es good."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe lets out a heavy sigh as he helps his mother take the corpse of the small bird to the mountains overlooking Kal'Darakaan. "May teh Brat's gift ye rest an Anbella guide yer soul ta teh 'alls ov ma kin fer all teh 'appiness ye brought ta us. Narvak oz Burd."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe wipes Orcish blood from his blade before returning home for his daily therapy session with his hot Dwarven Wife to help with his overwhelming anxiety issues. "Ma woife, teh Rex needs ta get a 'andleh on es Uruks, t'ey raid our lands an kill our folk t'en cry loike babies w'en we serve justice upon t'em. Seems teh recent Uruks t'at 'ave come out ov 'idin, teh ones t'at were too scared ta show t'eir face w'en teh Golden Rex was Rex are attempt ta onleh give t'emselves a power trip rat'eh t'en actually raise Krugmar out ov teh ashes et 'as been en. Maybe Kor'garr will 'ave some sense an remembeh 'ow 'ah visited Krugmar during his ascension an drank wit' em, or maybeh 'ow evereh Uruk t'ere was 'appeh ta see meh as 'ah 'ave made friends wit' nearleh all ov t'em." The ramblings of the Grand King stop for a moment as he looks around the palace before resting on his Hot Dwarven Grand Queen. "Or maybeh 'e will continue ta let t'ese foreign Uruks lead. An 'e will continue to see es Warriors die by teh t'ousands."

11th of the First Seed Bloodlust answered with Dwarven Ire The Moon rose into the black sky as the sun fell back behind the orcish city. As the orcs and their slaves alike gathered in the Krugmar square, huddling around the lit campfire for warmth the generals of Krug stood around ready to give a speech. Urguani Forces led by Grand King Levian’Tol Grandaxe and Bakir Ireheart moved into the city with a company of 90, made up of Dwarven Legionnaires, Men of Blackwald, The Rustlers, and the GOATS, with compliments of the The Silver Lubba band. They charged the square quickly, cornering one of the Krugmarian Generals, the Urgani force was quickly surrounded by 135 Urks of Krugmar. The Urguani forces slammed their swords and axes together preparing for Battle. Bakir stepped forward asking the cornered general “Where is your Rex? Bring him to us.” Some orcs in the group surrounding them chuckled and awaited the response of their Targoth. The Krugmar General simply responded “Our Rex is dead, died of a heart attack” Bakir shrugged, going to lift his axe pointing it at the throat of the orc “Then we shall take you instead.” With that an orc war cry rang out, the circle of orcish warriors collapsing on the group of 90 dwarves surrounding the Grand King and the Krugmar General. Battle ensued, Urguani and Krugmar forces clashing, the sound of battle filling the streets of the city. The Orcs were quickly driven back into their own gatehouse, orc bodies filling the square with not one dwarf being scathed. The remaining warriors of Krug and with their two Generals hid in the gatehouse expecting to be safe from the dwarves that were waiting inside. The Warriors of Sedan and Silver Lubba suddenly pushed into the gates where the orcs were hiding, quickly overcoming them and dealing with them easily. Axes and swords were raised into the air and thereafter, Urguan War Cries filled the Orcish square as the corpses of Krug’s kin began to rot. The Raid party then returned to Kal'Darakaan. Victorious, hauling a sack of orcish heads behind him.

Levian'Tol Granadaxe would read the note with a small smirk. "Well, ma tower es currentleh teh 'oighest so 'ah suppose 'ah'm luckeh..." He pushes himself up as he moves to the palace view overlooking Kal'Darakaan. "'Ah was startin ta get bored."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe signs his name in blood on the document, as he has with all formal agreements, with a soft smile uttering softly. "Narvak oz Urguan. Narvak oz Vortice."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe would symbolically join Dorimnur is drinking far too much as word reaches him. "E exceeded everehone expectations an t'en went even furt'eh beyond t'at. A good Dwed t'at will surely cause an argument amongst teh Brat's w'en es toime comes."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe nods a few times as word of the completion of the project reaches him. "Finalleh some organization. Goodluck Kalgrimmor."

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe spits on the ground after having received the letter shouting out into the streets "Continue ta 'ide! We all know t'at's all shites loike ye are good for."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe would hear the news as he moves away from Mervel Frostbeard. A soft sigh escaping him as he slowly makes his way home. The hollers of rage from Azkel Frostbeard sounding throughout Urguan as Levian'Tol's door shuts behind him muting the noise. The Grand King would stagger through his home before collapsing before the fire. He knew Dwedmar would die during his reign, especially ones he ordered into danger, but not him, not Rhewen. He took the crown off his head, the light of the fire dancing on it as he just stared into it the gem.

Levian'Tol Grandaxe smiles softly as he listens to his wife. "Yer constant devotion ta yer people es somet'in everehone knows. Ye 'ave given t'em teh best chance ta be w'at all ov Urguan knows t'ey can be. Now ye 'ave ta trust t'em ta take et." He lights a cigar handing it to Yazmorra. "An now t'ey 'ave a woman on teh ensoide ov teh cave." He chuckles lightly before nodding to her, "'Efrumm will be strong."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe nearly shits himself from laughing so hard after receiving the paper from Brynaelda. "Aye! A good fuckin lad t'is one es! Welcome ta Clan Grandaxe kin!"

All of my posts from henceforth will be in black. Including me giving permission to the dwed to use Musin as slaves.

IGN: willstertheking2 RP NAME: Levian'Tol Grandaxe AGE: 122 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Home CANDIDATE: Levian'Tol Grandaxe

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Vallein Vuln'miruel is shocked to see a portrait of himself in his newly granted armor but smiles none-the-less. "A true victory. One fit to be blessed by the Sapphire Goddesses" He cleans the orcish blood from his sword as he returns to Elvenesse to celebrate with his brother.

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Levian'Tol Grandaxe goes to wipe blood from his Ordaz before letting out a heavy sigh "Roight... t'ey hid." He moves to set his weapon in it's stand before cracking a cold one.

Nikko de Astrea sneaks into his fathers room and picks up a sword "I will not sit this one out."

Levian'Tol Grandaxe smirks, raising a hand in the air before muttering, "An 'ere we go."