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he meant the capital region where activity was turned off for the weeks before Christmas

Ar-Borok of clan Akaal had been lied to, tricked and backstabbed in the recent years, yet he knew who the real enemy was. Even if Ibleez’s followers had recently tried to bring war to Almaris once more, he was ready to join with Acanthus and fight the deceiver and her spawns. « The urûkim will stand with you » He sent back to the former elven prince.

The orcs of the Horde are very happy they were personally invited. Their ologs are prepared to obliterate any competition in the pie eating contest.

The Ilzgûl’s Peace AWESOME SUB TITLE After easily reaching compromise, the people of Nor’Asath and the Iron Horde declare their friendship once more. No spiritualist blood shall be spilled without reasons. I. Gotrin Eilsviir is to be put on trial before the people of Nor’Asath and the Iron Horde. A prosecutor and defendant will be appointed and approved by the leadership of Nor’Asath and the Iron Horde. A jury will be made, composed of people from Nor’Asath and the Horde. II. The armies of Nor’Asath and the Iron Horde will now be united against the threat of the darkspawns in the east, while still protecting themselves from those at their doorstep. III. The position of Motsham is to be removed, replaced by a council of shamans. A true Moot composed of 12 experienced shamans, 6 of them kers and 6 of them urûkim. The Moot council will be decided with a common vote of the Primarch of Nor’Asath and the Rex of the Iron Horde. IV. Both nations are to follow a pact of no aggression until either Netseth Loa’chil or Ar-Borok’Akaal steps down or die. The pact can then be signed again by the next leaders. 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. Qudlia Jusmia Primarch of clan Jusmia, Wyvern slayer, High Priestess of Nor'asath, Realm Walker. Netseth Loa'chil Primarch of Nor'asath, Prince of Mali'ker, Bane of the Undeads.

The Rex smiled as he saw the Hobgoblin's missive. "Bub'hôsh things to come mine bruddahs." He spoke to the many orcs gathered around.

The Rex of the Iron Horde applied his signature, happy of his decision. Slaughter was to come another day, for those who deserve it the most. "Izû skaat lât rad, Ibleez" We come for you now, Ibleez

Name : Ar-Borok'Akaal Race : Uruk Age : Old Favored spirits : Kinul, Ogrol, Scorthuz Shamanic status : Witch Doctor and Haruspex Vocation : Rex -------- DrunkPapaBear DrunkPapaBear#4669

Spirit name : Dûthsharkû : Spirit of orkish purity Title : Lesser spirit under Scorthuz Appearance : Appears as a white dragon towering over all.

[!] Sounds of metal hitting stone were heard in San'Velku, coming from the keep, from the throne room. Goblins carried crates filled with quartz and gold as chanting could be heard coming from the throne room. "Khlaar izub mog, Dûthsharkû! Hôn izub thrâk!" Hear my voice, Dûthsharkû! See my offering! An old Haruspex, Witch Doctor and Rex stood where a cold throne of stone was a few hours ago. "Hôn lâtz uliima!" See your throne! Stone now turned to purest light, a shrine in honor of the guide of the orkish faith. [!] The shrine of Dûthsharkû, lesser immortal of orkish purity under Scorthuz "Lât nû hôn ûk glôb, lûrozh ûk burzûm!" You will see all the filth, purify all the darkness! The shaman of Kinul, Ogrol and now Scorthuz smiled the tusked smile as he stared at his shrine. "Lûp-Scorthuz! Lûp-Dûthsharkû!" Hail Scorthuz! Hail Dûthsharkû!

The shaman fell on the sands, his soul now in the spiritual plane. Pillars of glass began to raise all around he and the other travellers. (The realm of Scorthuz, Greater Immortal of Purity) "Hear our voice Scorthuz, come to us. We come to offer our souls!" The shaman chanted, aiming to call forth the Immortal. "You are not worthy of the lord of purity, your deeds are not forgotten, Borok the Blood Rex." "I am Dûthsharkû. I am love, I am hate, I am fear, I am courage." "I am the purity of your people. Sons and daughters of Krug." "Those most loyal, those most brave." The pillars of glass grew in size and numbers, until finally from the dunes arose a great beast. A white dragon, towering over the group of travellers. "You come before me with a thirst for power. A quest to add another weapon to your collection." "You lie, you use, you cheat." "The things we did, it was always for the glory of the urûkim, for the glory of you, spirits." "You Borok, who seeks a flaming fist against the dark. To use the darkness as one would a blade. You now seek to walk the path of what is golden, what is pure?" "We will do as it is required of we, as we always did." (Dûthsharkû : Lesser Immortal of Orkish Purity) "We?" The White Dragon questioned "There is no we, only you. Let go of the past, he is dead. Let him rest." "We.. I walk the path given, yet I am lost. Be mine guide, great immortal." "The path is for you alone to walk. You are the only guide needed." "You have the power to unify your people, Borok." "Unity was always our goal, our purpose." "Now we are united under a single purpose. Rid the filth off this land." "We will cleanse for you, we will fight for you." "Only time can speak truth. Return when you did what was needed." "You cannot save them all, Blood Rex." "I will do what I must."

"More filth cleansed from this earth. Another step towards purity. May all who wish to get rid of their dark magic come forth, may we rid them of this curse." The Rex of the Horde was quite satisfied with his Motsham's work.

The Rex simply gave a grunt of approval as he read the missive. The lost bruddah was to get what he deserved.

Ar-Borok of the Akaal clan smiled the tusked smile as traditions were brought back to the lands of the Iron Horde "Lûp-Votar! Lûp-Lur! We will hunt with lat bruddah, for the hundred years to come!"

The Rex smiled the tusked smile. « Mi recognize your claim as Hunstgoth, bruddah of Lur! »

The Rex gave a grunt of approval as he looked upon the missive, proud of the work the new Targoth was doing.

Just be cool enough and you’ll get NL

The new Rex nodded as he looked upon the missive. "Willy was ah hosh Rex. Following in his footsteps will lead the Iron Horde to greatness once more."

during my time of spooky things, I asked ST about it and the answer I got was "Its possible to not be afraid of (in this instance it was alchemy) after a long period of time." So technically, if its been 20 irp years, your character can slowly get back into it.

A shaman smiled as a friend brought him the missive from Haelunor. "Maybe the cured vampyr will be able to continue the teaching of the blessed spirits to these elves. She'd have my vote if it was possible"

The new Rex of the Horde looked at the missive "She decided to stay in Nor'Asath herself, to be relieved of her dark magic.. weird." He then began to write a letter to Mika, hoping he didn't remove his drug stall because of this misunderstanding

Hôn izûbu grîzh. Khlaar izûbu mog. Ufûr izûbu durbûrz. See our blood. Hear our voice. Fear our might. I, Ar-Borok of clan Akaal, claim the position of Rex, to lead the Iron Horde once more to glory. With the destruction of the deceiver's toy, the undead-Cloudbreaker, blood and chaos is sure to follow. A new age of bloodflame comes upon the continent, we urûkim rise for it. We stand against the deceiver, against her necromancers, mystiks, vampyrs and other darkspawns. The Gate is open, may Leyd, Scorthuz, Enrohk and Gazigazh come for you, Ibleez. Signed by Ar-Borok, Rex of the Honorbound Hordes, Kukaal of clan Akaal, destroyer of Elysium, the Brown, the burned, the mad, Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz.