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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."

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Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. Rain began to fall, soon hitting the uruk’s green skin. The bridge of heads lies forward. “Gorok! you’re back bruddah. Where were you?” “Name’s Borok, Gorok’s mine twin. Where is he?” The memory returns to smoke, a black smoke moving in the Rex’s eyes. The smoke shapes itself again, forming a tent. “The spirits are greedy, they are selfish. they do not care if you live or die, as long as you bring power to them.” The two headed uruk spoke in a deep voice, taking breaks between his sentences to take hits of his blunt. “I was teached to worship the spirits, to pray to them, to feed them with my worship so that I could receive their blessing in exchange.” The green orc answered, shocked by the Wargoth’s views. “Your brother worshipped them, followed their words. Look where Gorok is now.” The smoke twirled again, the visions changing in Borok’s eyes. “Drink, uruk.” A red-haired woman offered her wrist to the uruk, red ichor dripping from a cut. “Gain power beyond your wildest dreams, rise as an envoy of the Blood.” The smog moved again, forest turned into a home. “So you’re a vampyr now huh?” Vesryn asked, a smirk on his face. “An envoy of the Heartbeat, of the Troqugrîzh.” The Targoth of the Iron’Uzg answered. Vesryn grinned at that, before his body turned to black fumes, followed by the rest of the scene. The halls of San’Velku showed themselves to the old uruk, green skinned now turned to brown. “You tricked me, you tricked us all!” An Elysian elf screamed at the Rex “You knew the eye was gonna rot. You knew the truce would be broken!” The uruk sent his greataxe towards the second elysian diplomat, Frisket. “This is war, Elysian. We will not stop until all the filth has been cleansed from the west.” He spoke towards Ehrendil. “Run back to your city and tell them the might of the Horde comes to them. You will be cleansed by Bloodflame.” The memory faded into nothingness as Ehrendil ran off, soon turning into a forest. Dead trees all around, puddle of black oil bubbling on the ground. A path of stone where the green uruk walks once more, two other orcs following behind. “I come with an offering, Ogrol!” The shaman chanted in the elder tongue. Soon, a serpent made its way towards the three orcs, black as night, towering over them. “What have you brought, follower? What more could you offer me?” The spirit asked, its yellow eyes looking down between Borok and the other two similar uruks. “I bring you my sons, Ramlôk and Ramhôk. Their souls against your power.” The two younger uruks were about to speak, but snakes of dark smoke moved to them, biting their skin, pulling them down into the ground. “We have a deal, mortal.” The Immortal Spirit answered, before all faded to black again. The brown titan awoke in his tent, the smoke of green still filling the room “Mortal?” “Only the coward and his descendant were cursed by mortality.” “Why would I die?” Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. The Blood was taken, stolen, ripped from mine mind. Broken we, clouded all we see. Why would we die? Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû. These were the only words that echoed in Borok's broken mind as the battle for San'Velku raged on. The path was clear, the future seen. Come forth, spider-lovers! We'll teach you something, HONOR! We'll show you something, TERROR! From the ranks of Blood Slaves, a champion emerged. As the battle continued, flashes of lives past invited themselves into the Rex's split mind. When finally death came, words of old blah echoed in the cursed shaman's head. Izû slai, izû mat, Izû slai urzkû.

"Hmmmmrph" An old uruk mourned the loss of a friend. He soon made his way towards Adria.

Wagh be upon those who stand against us. Almaris has already fallen, a cleanse comes for all the unworthy.

An old uruk moved in fingers through a pool of blood, reading into the patterns of the red ichor. His face soon showed an amused grin as the blood form some peculiar shapes. Your soul was claimed by Kanon, Alexander, King ob the shâra. May lat enjoy latz time in the spirit realm. The shaman then began to laugh, a laugh that soon turned into a cackle as the blood shaped itself again.

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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.