so based

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.

All of this is true.

"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.

you were supposed to destroy the sith, not join them

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.

11 hours ago, Llir said:

This is just factually untrue. I can share the numbers with the NL if needed, but going back 12 weeks I can see the Orcs activity has never been zero on any of their tiles.

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.

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

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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."

That's a very good step towards banning romance rp

"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! »