__Clocky

Laughter from Bugharz'Grat would bellow throughout Krugmar. "ZO EAZI! KAPTUREENG DAYT ALBAI WUZ ZO EAZI!" He would exclaim- with that one simple comment, he continued to party hard with his brethren in the city of Krugmar!

"Dayt dizplae wuz nub honoyr. Wub deze twiggiez ayr grukking ov iz ahn ez wyn, agh nub honoyr. Wi weyr almozt ouytnuymbereyd by gakh tikz, agh ztill klomped weyl. Mi would lyke tu hayv ahn evun bayttul betweeyn dah twiggiez agh orcz agh peep wo wynz." Bugharz'Grat remarked, who himself was at the battle and witnessed the duel.

Bugharz’Grat remembers the time he had slain 2 Orenian Soldiers after they had attacked him on the roads, before saying, "Hayvn't mi flat diz twiggie lyke, dub tikz? Ukee den, mi alzo remembah flatteeng h' twiggiez ayt azh tik."

"Diz iz nub ouyr faulyt foyr dah twiggiez refuzed dah Rex'z demandz. Blood zhall bi on deyr handz." Bugharz'Grat remarked, having chopped the head off of his own captives at the massacre in front of the guards, who had simply stood and watched.

and now the CA race lore submission gate opens

Tythus Save Us All It's a Sunday evening. You're preparing for a lag free warclaim promised by admin team. Waiting in main with your rally of 70 people in discord, you happily get your Surge PvP Gear and go to your nation capital, rallying alongside the many other people choosing to play LoTC and go to this warclaim on this day. All of a sudden, people start teleporting around. You do /tps. 8 TPS. 7. 6. It keeps going down. You open your inventory. You can't move anything. You close it and try to open it again, but it kicks you out. All of a sudden you are transported to the lobby with staff broadcast messages: "10 Minutes to Inventory Rollback. 15 Minutes until decision regarding warclaim." Maybe things aren't so bad after all. But then, in OOC chat you see: "STAFF WAITED UNTIL 4 HOURS BEFORE THE WARCLAIM TO CODE THE WAR PLUGIN!", "AHAHAHA MAYBE ITS HOW YOU DRAIN YOUR BRAINCELLS", and "MUSIN MUSIN MUSIN MUSIN MUSIN." You see people jumping around on those pressure plates in the lobby, and you do /main in a desperate attempt to escape this void. This pops up. You try again. It doesn't work. You see in broadcast chat: "Warclaim has been rescheduled until next weekend." You just wasted 3 hours of your life waiting for a warclaim on Lord Of The Craft. I guess it's fine to try another day.

An orc licks his lips.

"Doze twiggiez klomped weyl, buyt nub weyl enuff!" Bugharz'Grat the orc bellowed, raising his sword after the valiant battle between elves and orcs.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bugharz'Grat would cry out in the Krugmar square for all near him to hear. It seemed the Uruk was already eager for the coming conflict.

A hulking orc bellows through his blarg as he reads the call, grabbing his sword as the blade ignites in a burning pyre. "MI IZ ZTRONG! MI KAN KAYTCH ZNAGAZ!" Bugharz'Grat remarked, preparing for the klomping.

ICBMs and Tanks coming soon to your medieval docks.

"Zheeezh, dah twiggiez goytta puyt ah bandayid un dat wouynd." Bugharz'Grat the Orc remarked.

A certain orc sips on his hot twiggie soup. "Mmmmm... yummiey twiggie grub."

IGN: __Clocky Roleplay name: Bugharz'Grat Discord tag: __Clocky#6667 Amount of tickets: 3

Bugharz'Grat smiles the suns smile.

“Zo noyw dah twiggiez ayr kalleeng demzelvez knyghtys. Mi rekallz dat mi flatted dub ov dem bi mizelf.” A certain orc remarked.

[!] Posters are hung up across Almaris, once again. Oren loses yet again; land claims go to Orcislandgrad [!] A depiction of the Orenian empress, slashed. Oren has lost again, but this time, it is not to Northlandgrad. We of the Orcislandgrad have as well taken down Oren, and have forced their emperor and citizens to hand over all of its land. A shipment of hard copium has been found in the basement of the palace, the bastion, as well as the ISA barracks and other places when clearing out providence. We have found that they have been dedicating all, or nearly all of their war minas to copium, which would explain why their soldiers only get a chestplate for armor. I have gotten the Emperor himself to sign over all Orenian land, as well as all money in the Orenian bank and treasury, but I do not want to show you. This is a warning to any and all who are bold enough to war Orcislandgrad. - Commander of the Orcislandgradian Forces, Lord Emperor Ritz-Carlton

The Commander In Chief of the Northlandgrad Forces, God King Laquinta, stares upon the missive with a look of disappointment on his face. He scratches his neck, awaiting what was to come. "Wi zhall peep weree diz wagh breengz uz. Buyt et izn' peepin' zo hozh." He would explain, going back to command the battle-hardened and ready soldiers of Northlandgrad.

Why, my good sir, I was simply trying to have a peaceful day and I stumbled upon this banter! Your attempts are both trumped by my bid of 400!

A local orc remarks, "Zheeeezh, goytta puyt zum rezpekt un ah nayme."

Now, I am one of the most Oren Die people you'll meet. But this is amazing. Keep doing what you're doing! It's incredible.

[!] Posters of victory are hung up around the entirety of Almaris. The Victory of Northlandgrad over Orenian Forces Providence being burnt down after the victory of Northlandgrad forces, circa 1818. Today, we gather to celebrate the victory of Northlandgrad over the Orenian Army, right in their own city of Providence. We have captured the emperor, all the members of the alderman, all of the ISA generals and commanders, and every single Orenian citizen. We did not start this war, but we will for sure end it, for we will have not but a single ounce of mercy to the defenseless women and children of Oren. While this poster is abrupt, I would like to say that we easily came into Oren with 900 armed forces, and slaughtered 500 women and children mercilessly. I have made the emperor denounce the pontiff, and all Orenians, but I will not provide evidence because I do not want to. - Commander of the Northlandgrad Armed Forces, God King Laquinta

“Mi rekallz dat deh Orenianz flatted dah defenzelezz woman agh kubbiez.” An Uruk named Bugharz’Grat recalled, after speaking with the people of Elysium.