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Izû hôn lât. Izû skaat ah-lât. Bhûl izûbu kaal. The burnt muttered as he woke up from the walk. A cackle soon escaping his maw for all to hear, in the halls of San’Velku.

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"Whub da zkah is even that?" A old uruk spoke, reading the missive. "Horen the coward was killed because mine father did nub want him to wither away. As for Krug being dead.. HURHURHUR!" A guttural laugh erupted from the halls of San'Velku. "Zkah.. them lessers grow funnier with every century that pass. Their memory fades with every generation." "Wait till they realise that all their worship for the fake god empower the spirits.. HURHURHUR!"

Borok placed his signature upon the document with a large grin. He then made his way to Nor’Asath, ready to tell another tale of princess and dragons, with the help of a lot of green.

Borok signed another document involving darkspawns, finding that this whole drama has too many words and not enough dead Azdrazis in it.

Borok received the missive while doing his daily wake and bake. The uruk let out a grunt of approval as he noticed that the people of Helious included the assault upon the Lak clan in their missive.

The Rex of the Iron Horde, Destroyer of Elysium, Chosen of the Spirits, Lady of Nor'asath, departed from the capital of the Ker after telling an epic tale of dragons, princesses and knights. The smell of peak quality green spreading wherever he walked.

Bound by Blood and Honor United, walking the same blessed Path. Following the actions of the dragon-princess, the loyalists of Celianor showed themselves as honorable descendants to the mighty of the Iron Horde. The urûkim of the Iron Horde recognize the Ranaleth family as the true people of Celianor, those who managed to step away from the dark arts. The Ranaleths and their allies proved to the urûkim that old grudges can be erased and that the dishonor shown during the destruction of Dawnhold and the conquest of Amathea by the Moris is not shared among the whole nation. The Ranaleth of celianor, recognizing the ways of the urûkim, swore on sacred blood to spread the faith of the spirits, placing shrines in a nation filled with darkspawns to fight off the filth. The urûkim of the Iron Horde recognize that the Ranaleth family is not to blame for : -The celianorians assassination attempt upon Idril Sylvaeri, High Princess of Amathea. -The explosion of the voidal tear in the west, even if Valyris aimed to move the blame from her shoulders to those of the Ranaleths. -The harboring of members of the Synod, including the late councillor of the dragon-princess, Abel. -The attack of the Drakaar Vlos upon elvenkind, as opposed to what was claimed by the dragon-princess. -The harboring of necromancers, azdrazis, vampyrs, frost witches, mystiks and other darkspawns in Celianor. -The attack upon the Lak clan by celianorians when they came to help close the voidal tear. Now bound by Blood and Honor, the urûkim of the Iron Horde and the Ranaleth family of Celianor are to put behind the history of the two nations. In doing so, both parties hope to bring peace and prosperity to the realm, to cleanse the corruption and the dark arts rampant south of the Gardens. Grîzh hûl, grîzh hôn. Urûkim agh golug. Ukmash gund shâ. Signed Ava Ranaleth, Second Matriarch of the Ranaleth, Cleric Of Moon & Stars, Beacon of the New-era Ranaleth, Reader of Cosmos, The True Celia’norisan Destroyer of Elysium. Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, the Brown, the Burned, the Mad.

The Rex signed his a second treaty in as many days, before going to smoke a few blunts to celebrate!

The Rex enjoyed his reading of the Kaktus Weekli with a nice bottle of Guzzoline.

Hôn izûbu grîzh, Ilzgûls. Bhûl izûbu thrâk ah-buurz'lûks. Izû nû-flok lât yonk loik. (See our blood, spirits.) (Accept our offering of darkspawns.) (We will give you more corpses.) At the Day of the Battle of Dawnhold, the Krug-hai of The Iron Horde, led by Targoth Kuvirr, were set to defend Zone 3: a gate leading into the subterranean halls of the hilly coastal region with a bridge crossing the valley-ravine leading towards it. Awkwardly enough, no Siege Weaponry (such as ballistae, cannons, trebuchets) were positioned within the walls Alongside with the Krug-hai were deployed Celia’norean forces led by Princess Valyris, meeting at the summit of the hill the halls were built within; yet animosity was forsaken by the Orcish side, recognizing combat against the Mori to be of uttermost importance for the greater good of the Continent. The Celia'noreans, though, did not seek to collaborate and coordinate together whatsoever. The Battle started with the Orcish Force positioning at the wall atop the gates using bolt and rock, while Celia’nor remained at the hilltop weaving voidal spells. Words came out of the hilltop, words unknown to most. He spoke in a strange, foul, tongue the words "Yol Zahkrii". Wormtongue, draconic. Soon after the Celiano’reans fled, abandoning their position in an Act of Great Cowardry & Dishonor, betraying the defense plan and the orcs in the midst of battle, scattering and running. once they caught sight of the Hydra. Conveniently enough, after such further Azdrazi presence was reported, with multiple individuals apparently being kidnapped by the lizard-men. Thus stood TEN KLOMPING KRUG-HAI to defend Zone 3 of the Dawnhold alone. Legions of Giant Moths, Giant Spiders and Mori Warriors tried to breach the defenses yet were warded off and killed. Until at last stood one final foe: an insectoid Juggernaut the size of a House charged across the bridge, swiftly climbing it and attacking those at the wall. [ ST-Provided Ref Art of the “Juggernaut”] So strong it was that the entire hill shook, boulders cascading down onto the wall. Though as he climbed, Targoth Kuvirr noted its under-body was exposed, and thus was made subject to relentless blows from the Krug-hai: its leg-joints battered, weakening its grip onto the wall, until at last a Great Stone-Pillar was commanded to be pushed down onto the Creature’s Head, performed by Kor’garr. And as the pillar shattered upon its head, the Juggernaut was greatly stunned, rearing back as the Orcs pushed it backwards, causing the Behemoth-Bug to fall onto the bridge, breaking it and collapsing alongside the debris onto its death at the depths of the ravine. With the Juggernaut’s Death, The Battle was Won. Zone 3 had been successfully defended by only 10 Krug-hai Warriors ALONE - despite all odds - while all others fell. All thanks to Strategy, Discipline & Strength. Now The Krug-hai of the Horde pledge to pick up arms again, to aid in the Defense of the Amathean Capital in the Upcoming Months. 10 urûkim stood tall against the bugs, now the full might of the Iron Horde will rally to defend Amathea. Âsh grîzh, âsh voice, âsh Horde! SIGNED, Destroyer of Elysium. Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, the Brown, the Burned, the Mad. SIGNED, Targoth of The Iron Horde.

The Rex placed his signature upon the document, a grin on his face. "Hosh work, more golugs dragged to the light."

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Wagh be upon those who stand against the mighty witch doktor

On The Government of the Iron Horde For too long has our Horde weakened, our Clans divided. The Iron Horde is not a Rexdom like the Wagh Nation of ages past, and from now on our ancestors in Stargush will watch their descendants speak freely for the sake of their Clans instead of a single ruler. While the voice and fist of Krug still has a place, no longer will the Rex have the only place. Ruling of the Iron Horde by the Goth Council will proceed as follows: Government Clans of the Iron Horde The Rex The Dominus The Targoth The Wargoths The Motsham The Huntsgoth The Rukagoth The Grubgoth The Scripgoth The Yazgurtan The Goth Council Clans of the Iron Horde Signed Rex Ar-Borok'Akaal Destroyer of Elysium, Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, The Brown, The Burned, The Mad. Kor'garr the clanless Scripgoth of the Iron Horde.

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Report of the first successful expedition in the Mori caves. "Izû gund sha, ra-ûkil." (We stand united, as always.) Last cactus day, the urûkim of the Iron Horde ventured down into the depths of Elverness, as we promise during the last Atrus Covenant. We swiftly dealt with spiders and traps, only to stumble upon a great beast. Red scales and a golden eye starred at sons and daughters of Krug. It spoke of food, of feeding upon all of Almaris. He wished to taste the flesh of Krug kin, see if our meat was tasty. After threats of eating us all, we threw an annoying orc at the beast. The other adventurers who ventured into the cave were not strong enough to coax the beast into flight, leaving the lands of the wood elves. The beast told us of his name, Vlos. He told us that soon he would attack from under, feed upon all of the elven race. We urûkim managed to send the beast away with the help of our shamans. We drove it towards the north, away from the realm Vlos wished to destroy. The beast flew away towards the north. This victory of orkish kind will leave us time to prepare the defenses and will assure us that we will not receive an offensive from below. To the realm of Elverness : The honorbounds took an oath and offered their weapons, their warmachines and their armies to destroy the Moris and the Dragaar. We will answer to the call. We will rally for the defense of Elverness. To those who wish to divide the descendants : We urûkim have stood against the dark since Krug defeated the deceiver. We will continue to do so regardless of hearsay. Signed, REX AR-BOROK’AKAAL Destroyer of Elysium. Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, the Brown, the Burned, the Mad. DOMINUS MADOC’LUR Waghgoth of klan Lur, Keeper of Knowledge.

The Rex of the honorbounds looked at the missive, a bit confused. "The lessers know nothing. They think our war to be against an unclaimed beast, when it should be against those who seek to corrupt it." He then threw the missive away, going to send some birds to said humans and elves who wished to divide descendant kind, as Ibleez once did.

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The Rex took a deep breath, preparing his epic roast as he looked at the missive. "Elf." This was the only word needed for a roast.

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"Wagh be upon those of filth, the unworthy." The brown uruk spoke as he noticed more and more ologs filling the capital of the Iron Horde. "Ah pitty those who face the followers of the Great Maw."

[!] The sounds of claws against stone can be heard from the depts of San'Velku. Roars of anger filling the halls surrounding the sands of the arena. [!] The following words are written on a piece of paper placed on the notice board of the capital. "Kuvirr, Rexborn daughter of Ar-Borok of clan Akaal has come of age." "Her claim for Targoth still awaits and so she will be tested in the coming months." "A trial of honor and strength to be witnessed by the bruddahs of the Horde." "The soon to be Targoth will be allowed three other fighters in this show of might." "The trial will take place in three cactus days." SIGNED, REX AR-BOROK’AKAAL Destroyer of Elysium. Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, the Brown, the Burned, the Mad.

The Rex let out a grunt as he saw the missive. There was no surprise on his face. « Walk mine path, lûb. Power comes to those worthy. » The Haruspex then left the capital to hunt, soon returning with a deer. He opened the animal and looked at his entrails, seeking guidance for what was to come.