DrunkPapaBear

The Voice of the Spirits grabbed the missive, giving it a quick look.

"Neizdark ahm angry kranklûks. Let us hôn whub he wants from we."

An elder haruspex looked through the flames. Faint chants of old blah echoing around his form, over and over again.

"Izu slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû."

"Till we meet again, Qudlia, Luara-grîzh kaal ah-ghaash."

"Izu slai, izû mat, izû slai urkzû." Did the chant went on as memories of the ker filled the fire of San'briu.

The voice of the spirits claps very hard to King Cyris speech.

"Lûp-Cyris! Lûp da league ob super best friends!"

The druglord of the Horde did not like the idea of a bruddah thinking himself to be a lesser being, yet he welcomed the olog's challenge with the tusked smile.

"Ilzgûlz! Skaat hôn izûb kranklûk grîzh! Skaat hôn izûb kranklûk-goth!"

(Spirits! Come see my brother's blood! Come see my brother's might!)

The envoy of the spirits on this mortal plane quite likes the idea of such bloody games. He hoped the honorables of Norland and Urguan would allow such entertainment to take place before the killings begin.

[!]

A missive was sent through Aevos by goblin messagers.

To the xannite Florian.

We met back in Lurin where you shared you wretched views. There, you hid the curse you carried on your soul.

The curse of the Blood follows you, vampyr.

Two cactus days will be given to you, to come forth in the honorbound lands of the Horde, to the capital of San'Brìu.

Do so and we will cure you.

Do so and we will not harm you.

When the two days pass, the hunters of Lur will be sent to bring you back.

Your limbs will be pulled appart, your eyes removed, forcefed to you.

To the other buurz-spawns of this realm.

The urûkim offer salvation in removing the curses that plague your soul.

If you come willingly, we will show light.

Signed

Gormôhk

Motsham of the Horde, Voice of the Spirits

Merchant of the Murkwater Co.

Seller of drugs.

The Motsham, Voice of the spirits, coughs out his guzzoline as he looked at the missive.

"Beings made by Luara now accepts the void, paladins agh other buurz-lûks on their land?"

He gave it another read, just to be sure.

"Well whub da zkah."

MC Name:

         DrunkPapaBear

Character's Name:

         Gormôhk

Character's Age:

         old

Character's Race:

         Orc

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Seer

Teacher's MC Name:

         Willy

Teacher's RP Name:

         Cloakedsphere

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         nub

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         yub

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         yub

all the cool magics already require you to chant/speak

A certain drug merchant looked upon the missive and smiled the tusked smile.

"Peep bruddah, the new-blood has some klomping in him."

He showed the missive to the Rex, soon followed by a fat blunt.

"Odin the honorless, breaker of oaths, finally retire. Maybe Norland will see light once more."

A redskin then made his way to the northern kingdom, aiming to speak with the keepers of the Red Faith.

A redskin looked over the missive, soon releasing a grunt of approval from the square of San'Brìu.

"Kuvirr, lûb of Ar-Borok has served well. Let us see who may replace her now. Âsh grîsh, âsh Horde."

[!] A missive is spread amongst the spiritualist nations

To mine Bruddahs, sistahs and lost spiritualists.

With the rish of the Horde, many new-bloods and urûkim souls trapped in lesser bodies are in need of guidance.

I, Gormôhk, elder of the Horde,  will offer such.

With this declaration, I claim the role of Motsham and pledge to this :

-To be a guide to the shamans, old and new.

-To teach those in needs of knowledge, be they urûkim, ker or of other races.

-To unite the spiritualists towards the immortal war to come.

If another wishes to challenge mine claim, they may do so at the next moot of shamans in two cactus days.

Signed

Gormôhk,

Elder of the Horde, seller of drugs.

Well written and all, but to me it just looks like Krugamine with extra steps

Gormôhk settled by the firepit of San'Briu, his morning blunt in hand.

A tusky smile appeared on his redskin's face, happy to be able to read his favorite newspaper again.

An orkish merchant smiled the tusks smile as the Akaal clan of the Iron Horde managed to get a guild in Celianor.

Even if he was confused, he made his way to the west to sell some drugs.

LUR LUR LUR

Can’t wait to say we told you so when ToxicApple gets a tos ban

I look forward to lighting blunts with that lil fire racoon 

Gormôhk smiled the tusked smile as he looked over the paper.

"Missing some informations about Kanon agh how he tricked Horen, but most of it ahm correct. Hosh work little norlanders."

Hello there

Could this be added please Mr. Panashea