Mannamannaa

Kor'Garr the Clanless grins widely around his thick tusks while skimming over the newly released paper, sheets of parchment crinkling between his bulky fingers as he flips the pages. His crimson eyes squint slightly to make out the diminutive script called "common" in that concise human font. The orc chuckles a little as he walks down the roads heading westward from the various Human nations, nodding his head thoughtfully all the while. "Yub, et iz 'hozh tu'av ag ztrong warryur clan... Agh diz nuwzpayper iz brillyint! Kor'Garr wihl mayk azh uv dem vor Krugmar zoon az Kor'Garr gitz bak tu dah goi. Hmmm, diz 'umie awthur peepz loike dah azh dat inviytid miz tu dah wroightaz leegue. 'Hozh tydingz vor dah azht meetyng, Lup'Ublulhar! Lup'Kotreztruu!" He folds the paper into a pocket on his rucksack and continues down the road. Hopefully towards San'Velku this time.

Kor'Garr the Clanless gives an approving nod while reading over the newly released chapter. The usual hustle and bustle of the shops around him are instead subdued, but the orc ignores any disturbance in favor of squinting at the rather small though numerous lines of common script with his crimson gaze. "Oi, 'Umie hiztori iz alweyz intureztyn... Zoh mani tyngz in zoh vyu tikz, doh Kor'Garr grukz dat iz kuz dey nub lyv veri lawng. 'Hozh dey got pazt awl dah Orin rubbizh, iv unlee dey kuld prayze der anzezturz inzted uv diz Kanon zkah." The wandering greyskin cuts himself off with a chuckle before gently setting the book into it's proper place among the shopkeeper's wares. "Iz nub evin'ag akzhual Kannon, duz nub ikzplode ohr zmite tyngz ohr nub'byn! Keh..."

Kor'Garr the Clanless hums thoughtfully upon reading over the invitation, before letting out a beaming grin. "Oi, Kor'garr did mayk awl dat poitree vor dah peepulz aht Yong Pyng. Meybi deez wroightaz kuld apprezhiyate zum 'hozh Orcizh kulture, yub?" The wandering orc casually crams the loose poster into a pocket on his rucksack before bringing out a weather-beaten journal, the bear hide tattered slightly from age and heavy use. He then reclines back in his seat near the tavern bar before leafing through various dense pages of viscerally descriptive Haiku....

"'Hozh grub, 'hozh grog drynkin, hozh parti..." The tavern crawling orc crumples the paper slightly as his meaty fist raises the text closer towards his squinting crimson eyeballs. "Wayt, dey nub blah anityng 'boutz'ag 'hozh Klomp! Kor'Garr beddur goh dher agh vix daht vor dem. Nub parti iz kompleet wit'nub anyazh ztartyng'ag bar'fyte..." Kor'Garr's lips curl around thick tusks, forming a distinctly jolly grin beneath the looming bristles of his finely waxed handlebar 'stache. A deep chug of cheap ale is taken as the orc's brow furrows in thought. "Wut tu bryng az'ag gyvt dehn? Keh, kuld alweyz mayk'ag propah ztabbah..." He draws out some charcoal and parchment before sketching designs for some kind of spiked orcish monstrosity of a weapon. A blacksmith's mind is always busy, after all...

Kor'Garr gags slightly on the cheap tavern swill after he overhears the news from passersby, eyes widening before he pounds his own scarred chest with a bulky monochrome fist. A scrunched brow and harsh wrinkles scrunch together as his face contorts into a disgusted snarl. "Wub dah zkah? Kor'Garr grukk'd dah Oriniyunz wur awl vlatten'd, agh den diz 'Onurlezz Kowurd deziydz tu zhow up klaimyng dah 'Umie rexdom avtur awl deez tikz? Zog 'im, diz tinii kub uv'ag prinze zhuld gruk 'hozher dehn tu kry vor'ag krown dey ran awey vrum." An empty tankard slams upon the bar as the Orc lets out a low, rumbling groan. "Zog mi, Kor'Garr needz anuddah grog avtur peepyng uv zuch zhaymvul akzhunz." Yet more bits of silver rattle across the countertop, and a tankard is quickly filled. "...Nowz, wich wey iz Krugmar vrum 'ere?"

Kor'Garr the Clanless absentmindedly skims over the pamphlet, crimson pupils leering at the decadently written information. "Dey Blah uv... hozh Klompurz... nub uv daht zoggin nobilitee zkah... " An absentminded slurping noise fills the tavern air as cheap ale pours over the Orc's thick tusks, bits of foam bubbling across his bristly mustache. "Lotz uv zhiniez agh grubbinz... doh Kor'Garr iz nub gunna eet ag zalad loike zum ztuupid twiggeh. Wut elze?" The wandering Greyskin folds the pahmplet back up before jerking to a halt, brow raised slightly in faint surprise. "Wayt'ag tik. duz dat meen dah Oriniyunz 'av bin vlattene'd?" A hearty chuckle resounds through the tavern, bits of thin froth flying from a stretched wide grin. The pamphlet is slammed back down onto the table between peals of riotous laughter as the reader struggles to contain his mirth. Eventually the chuckles subside, and a bulky grey fist absentmindedly tosses a few misshapen bits of silver onto the bar for another ale. "'Hozh riddanze. Kor'Garr wihl drynk tu dat."

[!] Missives sent across the lands of Almaris flutter in the wind. Upon opening one would see the dense parchment is written upon with a refined yet bulky Common script in vivid crimson ink. The text smells faintly of wild berries and the tang of copper. [!] To all that may read this message, I imagine many have forgotten my name, if not the titles I held. Yazgurtan. Dominus. Rex of Krugmar. Clanless. After a long task given to me by the spirits themselves, I have returned to resume my station in supporting the prosperity of the Iron’Ugz. What seems like weeks to me appears to have been much longer for all of you, and Kor’Garr looks forward to learning about those changes made across the lands. I make my way to San’Velku with pride, knowing the spirits acknowledge me as a proper Uruk-kin, despite my troubling absence from leadership in a time of great strife for our people. With my return there are those I must reach out towards in order to learn more of the changing times, though any and all are welcome to reply to this message. To the Musin, small of stature but great of heart: How have the burrows been, my small friends? I hope the stouts have remained honorable and that your kind have not been overlooked during the changing times. Feel free to bring me more of your collected “shinies” and the forge will be ready to craft more tools for your people so no coinpurse will remain unscathed. Hopefully I will make a visit with more baked goods to share… Though Kor’Garr must apologize again for the cocolog incident, I sincerely forgot about your negative reactions to cattle-milk. To the peoples of Yong Ping, tradition and elegance everlasting: It has been far too long since Kor’garr has visited your coasts or heard the echo of haiku in the wind; many have been made over my travels to share with you all. Perhaps there will be another Mochi contest to take part in? To think such acts of glorious violence could produce such excellent grub… Nevertheless Kor’Garr plans to honor the duties as Ambassador with gladness. Perhaps another bottle of that Hirano Grog will be shared? To the Twiggiez of Elvenesse, timid and meek: If Kor’garr hears anything about you fools breaking a treaty (again) or denying to hand over proper tribute (again) while I have been gone… Well we have already been through this before, Yub? To the stowtz, greedy and impulsive: You all say you keep grudges. Kor’garr does as well. Kor’garr remembers the Honorless actions of your people when they attempted to invade San’Velku on rumors and hearsay alone, how H’ (Five) of your brethren died for each Uruk-kin laid to rest in battle. Those Irehearts, who we accepted as vassal, turning upon us like the greedy and traitorous snakes they are, spitting lies through your ragged beards like Iblees attempted to deceive Krug himself. Bakir Ireheart… If lat are still around you best pray for the Spirits of the Stargush’Strozh to give you mercy, as Kor’garr certainly will not. Maybe we will trim that unsightly scruff you call a beard off of your face again, it never compared to my glorious mustache anyways. Agh Finally, to my brothers and sisters in San’Velku: Priipayr dah Vorge, git dah grog agh grubbinz reddi, agh lite dah kaktuz greenz! Wiz gunna zelebrayt zoon az Kor’Garr ztepz thru dah gaytz! Lup’Betharuz, Lup Krug! Der wihl bi tik vor zeriyuz Blah laytur, Kor’Garr wuntz tu parti azht. Wihl evin kook dah spezhul zpicee Bare-ztaykz vor lat awl, juzt loike dah Grubgothz yuzed tu! Peep lat gitz zoon! With Hozh’ Tidingz; Kor'Garr The Clanless Blacksmith Urukkin Ambassador to Yong Ping Musin Friend

HAHAHAHA Well this time i am not going for Nation Leader so things should be a bit less hectic. I want to get back to the wonderful RP that brought me to LotC in the first place. Hmm... That's a tough one, but I would have to say my Interactions with the previous Nation Leader Zhot'Rax the Golden Rex when I was a wee noob. He took interest in Kor'Garr and essentially mentored him through his learning about Orc Kulture and set up his future rise into leadership... Before turning himself into a stature by entombing himself in solid gold. Best PK and resulting RP i have ever seen, even with his last IC message he reached out to both veteran and new players.

Thank you! I was actually brought back by messages from Old orc players asking about how I was and explaining all the improvements that have been made recently. Combine that with some interesting news on the Krug discord and the bigger amount of free time I have on my hands, and I am delighted to be back! =)

Hi Nooblius! Yes, Kor'Garr will be making his return and I will be going back to the Orcs. I love the unique RP opportunities they can bring to the table and the community is being very welcoming to me even after all this time. Life has been going very well, a lot has changed and I am in a much better place. Not being driven up the walls with college courses means I have a lot more time on my hands and can devote some of it to Mineman RP. XD

Hey all! Mannamannaa here, after a (very) long time away I will be returning to the server. Feel free to ask me whatever you like!

Kor'garr's laughter continues to rumble through San'Velku, the grey orc nearly keeling over in his mirth. "Dah ztowt... nub beerd! Vunniezt tyng Kor'garr evur peep'd!" He pats his large handlebar mustache, face aglow with a tusked, superior grin.

Kor'garr's lips curl around thick tusks into a wide grin as he hears the message, large mustache curving slightly upon his joyous expression. A glance around his nearby surrounding shows the bustle of an active city, workers carrying heavy burdens of supplies while forges and flames belch pillars of smoke into the sky above. He chuckles to himself upon seeing kin slam drinks upon the tavern bar and training weapons into practice humans. "Grub, grog, greenz... diz wihl bi'ag bub'hozh feztival loike nub uder! Agh wit dah ugz kaktuz dub!" The Rex lets out a loud, gravelly laugh before rising from his seat around the bonfire. "Wehl? Letz git reddi tu zelebrayt! LUP'BETHARUZ!"

Kor'garr suddenly rises from his position near his forge, the strange idea of setting up some painting sessions for his citizens coming to mind. He shrugs with an easy grin. The city's haruspices would be glad to host such an event.