DrunkPapaBear

[!]

This missive is spread on the boards of Orcgrimmar.

I, Ukmatûm, yeller of Raguk, claims the title of Yazgurtan of the Horde.

To the vassals and bruddahs who did not pay their taxes, I am coming for you.

If any oppose to such, klomp me.

Signed

Ukmatûm of clan Raguk,

yeller of the pantheon, travelling merchant,

Yazgurtan of the Horde.

The redskin shared some words at the shrine with the Qalasheen, Kwee and Lurs, before having to leave for work.

As he returned from his salesman job, he passed by the shrine, cutting his pinky finger and leaving it near the remains of the false idol.

A gift to Gazigazh and to the sacred land the uruk now walked.

A redskin smiled as he witnessed the destruction of the acursed shrine built on orkish land.

The uruk tapped his horse and made his way towards the Qalasheen camp, hoping to share drugs and drinks with the honorable warriors.

The Raguk yeller was sharpening his greataxe when the missive reached him.

"Cannub trust the words of lesser beings. Should never have been trusted to follow the path of the spirits."

The blind uruk set on to rally more warriors and end the filth of the west once and for all.

"Dishonnor ahm to be met with grîsh. Izû skaat ah-lât gaam-golug Atemu."

The Machine of Eternal Drudgery: an icon of the Naakh-za-Barash. The large cog represents Leyd, whereas the smaller cogs represent Gentharuz and Gazigash respectively.

Gazigazh-khlaar.

Khlaargrîsh.

The thunderous voice of the yeller filled the cavern.

Hear Gazigazh.

Hear the blood.

A thousand broken voices answered.

Ghaashgrîsh norknûl.

Ghaasgrîsh thrâk gaam.

The words of old blah echoed on the cold walls of stone.

Hear Gentharuz.

Hear the flames.

A thousand chants filled the cave.

Leydlûk skaat.

Leydlûk nork.

The flames of the firepit danced on the walls.

Hear Leyd.

Hear the wrath.

The voices of a thousand ancestral spirits chanted.

The lutauman stood away from the fire pit, his ichor dripping into the flames. The painted walls of the cave showed moving images of a settlement in the desert. Large towers raised from the ground, spitting black smog into the air of the south. The echoes of the spirit realm turned quiet as the orkish blood boiled in the fire.

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Letters are sent across Aevos, carrying the seal of an ancient clan.

To my grîsh, I call you back to the honorbound lands.

Return for we have been summoned by the pantheon.

Gentharuz called for the flames to rise out of the sands.

Gazigazh called for a tidal wave of blood to wash away the filth.

Leyd called for the submission of lesser being, for his strength to flow through us.

The cogs of industry will be fueled with the desert.

Return to the Horde.

Return to Raguk.

Signed

Ûkmatum,

Blood of Kharak “Plaguebringer” Raguk,

Yeller of clan Raguk.

"Grîsh hûl, grîsh hôn."

The chant of old blah echoed in Borok's mind.

"Kaal Akaal hôn izûbu grîsh, izûbu golm ah-nûl."

Words flowing with every blade that hit his form, with every wound created on his shell.

"Izû slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû."

From darkness came whispers, soon turning to hissing voices.

"Already? We expected you to last a few more years."

Blood flowed from the redskin's neck.

"This shell is destroyed."

A mace hit him in the back of the head, ringing bells in his mind.

"Guess we will have to start from scratch."

"Ah.. ate.. latz.. sistah.."

He did not manage to finish his sentence and drowned in his own blood.

Life vanished from Ar-Borok's form for a second time.

Darkness welcomed him once more.

Until light returned.

A faint golden light, seen through glass.

The glass was shattered.

Liquid flowed on the cold stone, followed by flesh.

From the north rose a brown uruk, making his way back to the south.

The old Redskin grinned a tusked smile as he reads his daily pages of orkish drama. He ventured to find Drus, wishing to fix the dishonorable part of a fight between Falum and him.

"Kranklûk needs eyes to klomp."

The redskinned uruk now wants to get on a boat and sing.

Name : Ukmatûm of clan Raguk

race : Uruk

Shaman class : Witch doctor

Teacher : Krothuul'Ram

The Akaal let out an angered grunt as he looked over the missive. For him, a whitewash will always be a whitewash, even if a bruddah speak otherwise.

The redskinned uruk smiled the tusked smile as he saw the missive.

"Hosh. Second wagh done, on with the next."

Orcs

sorry for the delay, was doing life

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An old uruk enjoys his favorite paper by the firepit of the capital, eager to hear more about the Qualasheen that will soon settle the honorbound lands.

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Missives are placed on the board of the Iron Horde's capital.

Izû slai, izû mat, izû slai urzkû.

A shell lost to the Moris, back on Almaris.

Reborn, sent back by Krug to complete his mission.

Blood and flame guide our path, rot and pain calls our truth.

We claim back what was ours :

Our name, Ar-Borok of clan Akaal.

Our title, Kukaal of Mog.

Our path, mat buurz, mat golug, mat shâra.

We summon forth the elders of Akaal.

Skaat back to the desert kranklûk.

Skaat maûk void-gaam, Xan's snagas, Azdromoth's grazadh ûgh naga Buurzlûks.

Signed

Ar-Borok of clan Akaal, Elder of the Horde, Kukaal of Mog,

Destroyer of Elysium, Druglord of the south, the Immortal,

Ogrol's champion, Carrier of the North's wrath.

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THE SILVER-MOG ACCORD

12th of the The Deep Cold, 147 SA

Both parties, The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Warband of Mog agreed to sign this treaty under the following terms:

I. The Silver State of Haelun’or and The Warband of Mog agree to fight as allies against the Cove of Nevaehlen and any potential allies they may bring.

II. The Silver State of Haelun’or agrees to compensate The Warband of Mog a total of three thousand minas upon their successful participation, with a deposit of five hundred minas paid upfront.

III. Should the Warband of Mog’s forces meet or exceed two-thousand in number, the deposit will be considered a bonus to the three thousand payment, in addition to four crates of leather and five crates of Daemonsteel.

IV. The Silver State of Haelun’or will supply the necessary armaments for both parties during the conflict.

V. The Accord will last for the duration of the total conflict.

VI. Amendments may be made if agreed by both parties.

Kybal’Akaal,

“The Ram”, Azh-ob Zgur’thruk-al, Piz-ob Leyd, Groth-Uruk, zaabr-ob karn rar-ob Urin, A-Horde.

Gormôhk,

Gâmum ûgh Kaal-Gôth, Voice of the Spirits, 

Druglord of the South, Motsham of the Horde

Grubnakh the elf

 Targoth,Swampgoth, all around hosh urûkim 

Kolvar Uradir

Asulir of Haelun’or, Supreme Commander of The Sillumir

Even if it would be used to gangbang orcs again, Krug returning to cleanse the filth and degeneracy of the world would be soooooo epic

16 hours ago, cosmic_evil said:

xD i hate elves!!" rp has got to be the least interesting dwarf rp cliche you could possibly pick from. You'd be better off doing diggy diggy hole rp.

Hating on elves for what they are is the best thing Lotc can offer

The Voice of the Spirits placed his signature upon the document.

"Interesting." He'd simply let out before giving the paper back to Kruk-Ta.

A redskin let out a grunt as he peered upon the missive.

"That's whub happen when lat get cockey. Deserved."