Mannamannaa

Kor'garr the Clanless smiles widely with approval around thick tusks, shelving multiple bundles of new Lak creations within the Betharuz Tavern... A deal well made, and more Orc Kulture to share with customers! "Bin tu long zince oi goht zoggin' blitz'd vrum'ag hozh dank zmoke..."

OOC: Love this! This spirit will be included in the Codex @Evonpire

Kor'garr raises a brow, passing by some misshapen message carrying contraption on the western roads. He simply sidesteps the slow automaton with lack of concern, having seen similar constructs assembled by goblin tinkerers. The incident is forgotten and the Skriptgoth pays no mind...

Kor'garr the Clanless smiles warmly upon hearing the wonderful news- a blooming family from ash and ember. His large handlebar mustache curls in clear approval. "Lup'Ublulhar, mey thiz Delevoye Clan hav'ag blezzed beginnyng."

Kor'garr the Clanless lets out a huff of relief as he holds the missive in bulky grey digits. A large swig of... Is that spiked pumpkin juice? Is taken, splashing against a handlebar mustache and trickling down heavy tusks. "Lup'Knox uv dah Pumpkyn, lezzur zpirit under Arwa. Mey dah Halfiez kontinue tu hav hozh harveztz."

Hello in return, great to see you here! Kor'garr will be glad to meet Oriylun on the future.

Kor'garr the Clanless lets out a snide chuckle at the ongoing drama within the underground courts of Ireheart. "Juzt as foolizh az zoggyng Bakir dah Beerdlezz, awl uv dehm. Dah dwed zhuld juzt keyve en daht entire clan hawl agh bi dun wyth zuch globbizhnezz." The grey orc then ponders upon the nature of this 'Sigrun'. Perhaps they are more agreeable and honorable than the rest? He pens a note to himself, a reminder to offer an interview sometime in the future.

Kor'garr the Clanless looks over a spare copy of this sealed missive with a raised brow, melting the stamped wax over a nearby bonfire to more easily remove the letter inside without damage. Crimson eyes peer down towards the paper, the Skriptgoth's face a clear picture of bemusement. "Wub happen'd en dah Dwedlandz sinze daht zoggyng Iyurhart tryul? Meybi Kor'garr zhuld ztart kollektyng rekurdz vor'ag new artikul..." The grey orc hums in thought, wondering when he might next visit the underground mountain capital...

Kor'garr looks on with a smile as the swamp-dwellers raise their banners once more, beaming through his thick handlebar mustache! "Lup'Laklul... Awl mi brutherz heyt Vreygoth."

I like seeing communities receive lore updates they are near unanimously happy with.

Kor'garr the Clanless simply grumbles upon looking over the paper. "Eezi zoluzhun. Dizmantul dah zhryne, hunt down dah Burz, blezz dah Howze wyth Kanun'z holii loight agh bi dun wyth awl dah yuzelezz Blah!" The grey orc chuckles, tapping the missive in his tower with a bulky grey digit. A large cactus green blunt, trailing with thick smoke, pokes out from a tusked and mustached maw. "Hmm... Diz Katzak iz'ag hozh riporter. Meybi hozh enuvv vor dah Kaktuz Weekli."

Kor'garr the Clanless, at first merely curious upon the historical finding, snarls harshly in rage. A nearby stack of paper gets hurled into crackling flames as crimson eyes widen, bloodshot vessels nearly glowing from the Skriptgoths anger. "Dey kleym azh mere humie vlatted KRUG? Wyth diz BLAZPHEMY?" Bellows of snarled curses echo from the front towers of San'Velku as an incredibly offended grey orc barely resists ripping the Vice-Chancellor's announcement into shreds of thin kindling. Harsh footsteps recede from the tower and instead approach the Keep of San'Velku, where many are assembled against the impending threat of spider worshippers and voidal mages. "OI REX! PEEP THYS DIZREZPEKT VRUM DAH ZOGGYNG 'UMIE CHURCHIZ!" The paper is slammed down in front of the throne for all of the Clan Moot to observe.

I would actually make a second persona to play as a sea cultist at some point. +1

MORE GRUBBINZ FOR THE HORDE! +1

MUSHROOM SHAMAN PEOPLE! Thank you. +1

"Lup Kanun, owur zhara alliez. Wi goh tu Wagh unityd, az dah brutherz dyd zoh mani yeerz ago. Dah zpeerits guyd uz tugether wyth Lyght agh Truth burnyng awey tha burz!" Kor'garr the Clanless, Skriptgoth of the Iron Horde, lets out a cheer alongside the preparing warriors of the alliance through his mustached, tusky maw.

Kor'garr the Clanless raises a thick brow in abject confusion as he reads. "Rezpekt tu awl? Nub, Rezpekt iz given tu doze wyth Honor. Nub awl ar equal, nor ahr awl Honorable. Kor'garr wuld nub 'rezpekt' zum lying kowurdly voyd meyg ohr nubded darkzpawn, ang nubazh elze wuld ethur."