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A Crimson skinned Wargoth sat alone in a pool of blood beneath his Grish’Drû, his Blood Willow. The flesh and bone tree swayed in the wind as the voices of rage invaded his mind. His zealous worship of Enrohk had transformed his bloodlust from a once constant thought in the back of his mind to being almost every thought. He fought against his urge every moment…but now the shaman was given his chance to embrace his nature and show the true ferocity of an unchained Son of Krug! He clenched his charred, blackened staff with his talon, gripping the pulsing blood veins twisting through the charred wood with the razor sharp steel blades on his fingers. “Grizh tu hûn, Grizh tu hôn”

"Hoo iz diz? mi'z nevur 'eard ub dem. Lok'gul 'az gotz it doe, wub ah 'ozh klompa 'e iz" The great Wargoth of Clan Raguk furrows his brow, as he continues to eat his award winning chili!

wtf is shamanism? it sounds stupid

Grishlûk’Raguk, Wargoth of the great Clan Raguk, and Veteran Huntsgoth of The Iron Uzg tends to his Rexes and Dominus's wounds. cursing them closed. letting the hatred fill his veins as he prepares himself to slaughter the infidel and mutated filth that call themselves "Children of Malin".

"mi t'inkz dat latz ahm juzt thin zkinned puzzies dat kant take bein kalled a zlur but oh well, will bi funny tu watch enyweyz" The Wargoth of Raguk chuckles. wiping the sweat off his head as he disembarks for the desert once more atop the back of his crimson elephant.

“Ah groop uh klompin redid ztowtz, uh koorz Dey writin vikturi poztz ovah flattin ah zingle uruk, oh well, if ‘e wuz week enuff tu flat tu doze dat zuk da toez ub ah beerdlezz ztowt, den dey zhoodnt bi’z livin’z.” A true crimson uruk adorned in centuries old, battle worn bloodsteel plate shrugs off, before throwing the missive into his forge to light the fire beneath his boomsteel ore!

Grishluk'Raguk reads over the missive, especially at the part where The Rexdom of Krugmar was invited "ah chanze fur free grog, kownt uz up! YUB YUB!"

Grishluk'Raguk reads over the missive posted to the notice board in San'Velku and nods with an approving look on his face "All peepz 'ozh tu mi, Kor'garr wuz 'ozh but 'u-din will bi 'ozhur, but 'e wont do it alone YUB YUB!"

Edit: removed the mention of wight and that there were any survivors, pls don’t metagame that information.

Let there be WAAGH! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The sun was high in the Urukish Capital of San’Velku, the sounds of uruks klomping, ologs roaring and goblins tinkering on their new siege engines -- until a foul plague swept over the goi, foul creatures of the night concealed by the shadows of the jungle, awaiting their moment to strike. That of the undead. They attacked the orcs at any chance they could. In one encounter, while on a diplomatic mission, the orcs of Krug were dishonorably attacked by a dwarf in green as well as a few goons who backed him. An undead spy made an assassination attempt on Rex Kor’garr the Clanless’s life, though luckily the spirits intervened and saved him that day. In one another encounter, the Honorable sons and daughters of Krug clashed with the undead whilst on a hunt. The honourable hunting party of uruks ventured into the tomblands, where they were set upon by an undead for and all uruks were killed. In yet another, suspected cultists and adherents of dark arts attacked San’Velku whilst the uruks were engaged in quiet prayer. They were joined by the Urguanian King himself, and slaughtered many innocents -- only the Targoths lived to tell the tale. An attack by a lone Strigae seeking its next meal marked the final of many undead assaults upon the citizens of Krugmar. It attempted, but fortunately failed, to kill a valued snaga of the Uzg. It is time that the Urukim retaliate, and fight back against this wicked foe, and all who stand with them. For it has been far too long since an earnest attempt has been made to cleanse the world of this foul plague that cowers in the shadows. Let the call to WAAAGH! spread throughout Our great citadel of San’Velku. Sons of Krug heed its call! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Signed, Wargoth of Clan Lur, Dominus of The Warnation of Krugmar Targoth of The Warnation of Krugmar Targoth Fishbref Targoth of The Warnation of Krugmar Hu-din’Dom Wargoth of Clan Raguk, Huntsgoth of The Warnation of Krugmar, and Slayer of Hellspawn

Hey werewolf can u send me the telephone number to that hot goblin chick in the first picture, shes really hot and i think with a new gun, i could "Shoot my Shot" 😉

Grishluk'Raguk laughs as he sees his review, giving it a thumbs up. The orc nods, "I'll always go back to Fishbref for my rodent removal needs."

Grishlûk’Raguk, the mighty Wargoth and Huntsgoth resided within an accursed realm of blood and bone. As he thought of the funny sight of seeing a beardless dwarf “Maybi all ub urgwan kan finulli peep ‘ow dozhonaghbul bakir reeli iz. Mi ‘az faith in Durumnir dat ‘e kan stop fix did boring WAGH!! Zo we kan do a funner WAGH!”

can i make an electric guitar?

Glizzi'Raguk! Wargoth of Clan Raguk nods as he rubbed his chin "yub it ahm eezi tu draw deez doodz, zpezhuli da ztowt, hi bi yappin at our gaytz evuryday, pitiful it ahm, tsk tsk tsk" The goth shook his head before returning to shrine building.

The Wargoth of Clan Raguk toils away in his clan hall, whistling as he read the missive "dat ztowt kant reech dat 'igh? hmm, funni dat da ztowtz alwayz need alliz tu wagh, nub zkari wen alown!"

“Lok’Kor!!!”

A mighty Huntsgoth skulks around the icy forests of Norland. taking note of all the prey that filled the wood, thinking of future hunts that could take place!

Glizzi’Gobbla’Raguk Happily resides within his forge, melting down the Dwarven steel to create his own, of stronger make. Talking to the spirits out loud “Bruddaz mayd kwik werk uh deez ztowtz Dey did uuh huh!”

The mighty Wargoth of Clan Raguk stared down at the corpse of his fallen kinsman within the forge. A look of sorrow and defeat crept across his vise as he moved towards it. He placed a hand on the fallen Raguks head and turned it over to see his pale, red face “May lat fynd zatizfakzhun in latz lyf agh go tu Ztahguzh’Ztroh tu klomp furevur.” The goth picked up his kin once more to prepare a burial for the honored warrior in rusted steel.

While on his travels to find clarity, Aghuid Ireheart hears of his best friends retirement. He sat on a slump within the deep wood of Elvennese, watching the stream beside him continuously flow “En ahll mah toime, naevah’ave ah met a dwed as clever, quick-witted, and more o’ a ‘ardass den meh” Aghuid laughed to himself as he unpacked his cooking ware and prepared his camp for the night. Once he had finished setting up his camp he began to cut up his dinner, he pondered once more on the thought of entering Kal’Mugdor and not seeing Dorimnur at work on his desk “Yeh ‘ave taught meh a great maneh fings Dorimnur, ‘ow ta smiff, ta moine, ta keep wuns werd. But prolleh da greatest gift o’ knowledge yeh ‘ave passed onta meh ‘as ta be ‘ow yeh taught me ta love, ‘ow ta love mah werk an take proide en et.” Aghuid smiled as he chopped off his rabbits back legs and begins to sauté them. “ Because o’ yeh ah can see da good in everehfing. And dat dere es a loight at da end o’ evereh tunnel.” Dhain Metalfist, the strongest and smartest son of Dain Metalfist fiddled within his workshop, his own steamclock whistling as he tinkered on his newest invention “Ah always loiked Mastah Dorimnur, ‘e es such a big ‘eart in such ah small bodeh” Dhain smiled beneath his welding mask and got back to sauntering a sword hilt to a large screw. The great goth sat within his forge, training his brothers of crimson skin the same lessons he learned beneath Dorimnur “Mi nub kayr if ‘e nub da bozz animur, ‘e always gunna bi bozz ztowt!” The towering uruk laughed to himself as a messenger goblin informed him of the news.

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Glizzi'Gobbla'Raguk-Cheezzmeister-Krugmar

The Huntsgoth sat within his forge, reading the missive to him and his snaga. He idly sat there as he watched his snaga hammer away at a sword “Letz juzz bend da twiggiz over agh givv em agh hozh zkah lyk wi dun so mani tikz befur”

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