Tk4522

Oh damn. Good stuff

IGN: tk4522 RP NAME: Ukukaal PROFESSION: Shaman [Farseer] Rp response

Official resignation of Mayor Ukukaal I, Ukukaal, Mayor of Erosgard and captain of the Levy, do hereby resign my titles effective immediately. Due to recent events, it has become increasingly clear to me that I represent a Ravenmire that no longer lives. It did not die with Constantine upon that hill, rather when Blackworth fell. Perhaps I should not have followed after the barbarians overran our walls or when the order’s men made it clear that I was not welcome within their land. I make no apology for my actions as I raised my sword against what I believed to be usurper. The coup in which I participated has failed and with the demise of Constantine, so does Dumocracy die with him. This I cannot abide, therefore I accept my exile from these lands. Signed, Ukukaal

[!] A silent wind blew through the streets of Earosgrad. Though its movements kicked up debris from the road, the departing sea breeze rattled the residence of the mayor. With an initially heavy heart she prepared herself to mourn yet another of her family When... "Oh... its just Godefory."

There were no words. [!] Upon receiving the news, Uku could only weep. Another member of her found family perishing in this war. How many were to fall... Who would be next... Why couldn't she do anything to stop it... The fe-uruk cried, though only in private. She'd hate for anyone to see her like this. Through her sobs, a familiar was vocalized upon a cracked voice. "Oh Danny boy... the pipes ... the pipes are calling..."

"Ordur uv' da phenox..." Uku repeats as she gleans this information. Her voice held within its tones the spirit of deep interest. "Perhabz Mi zhuld zave da date ang attend, evun ef azuh zpektator."

Every vote for David is another name on a memorial YOUR FAMILY DESERVES PROTECTION VOTE UKUKAAL

Sknarri Belong in front of a cannon, not behind the mayor's desk VOTE UKUKAAL FOR MAYOR

"Well tyme tuu ztart plannin' Mi neu kampeighn." Uku states from her desk as she begins to draft up her new strategy.

"Mi meenz, et maykez zenze. Da zmalfolk am da bakbone uv' diz zoziety, reezunablee dey zhuld bhee put azht." The former mayor of Blackworth states as she reads the party's proposal.

[!] A letter arrives, carried an urukish hawk. The letters upon the parchment were penned in crimson ink in a rather simplistic cursive. To Thalandir I will begin with an introduction. I am Ukukaal of the akaal clan, though now I hail from the lands of Ravemire as my race struggles to maintain its number. As a proud orc warrior and shaman of both farseer and lutamancer dedication, I feel that it is important to extend an offer of aid towards you. Though these tasks may start menial, the spirits are sure to complicate manors and I wish to prevent anything untoward. Sincerely; Ukukaal

Upon hearing of the death of her duke and close personal friend, Uku's head hung low. She knew in her heart of hearts that his time was drawing near though in past incidents. Blackworth's mayor would mourn the loss in private. "I could not save you this time, my duke." "Go now, reunite with Tiffany... with all those we lost. Tell them we are still hanging on down here." Uku took her guitar into her hands. As she strummed the instrument, tears marked her face in trail as she lofted her voice skyward. An old cannonist tune her father taught her long ago filled the streets and allies of blackworth.

With my current main persona the reason she still breaths is because I worked hard for a TA and I want that investment in time and brain power to continue to pay dividends. Prior to Emony / Uku I was happy to permanently kill my personas under the right conditions. In short, it takes time to get magic and I know I'm not alone in the fact that I don't want my time waisted.

Upon hearing of this news, a spark of hope flickered in Ukukaal's heart. Though it was fleeting. The Horde had made her who she was, given her the best life she could have ever know and to watch it struggle in tatters upon her awakening broke her heart. The shaman wanted to believe her home would return to the vibrant mecca of spiritual worship, though years of silence had hardened her heart. The attack on Vortice had turned her back. Finally, the insistence on the worship of a so called creator had lead her away. It was only right to speak with the new Rex. Give him a chance at the very least.

[!] An Orc peers upon the woman's corpse as it was removed from the frost built stalagmite. Rather than shedding tears like those around her a white hot anger flairs within the daughter of Krug. Her fists clench in unbridled furry. A growl emanates from the woman before she speaks. "Tuu whomzoevah dyd diz. Mi wyl tear lat uhpart, zplay da gore uv' latz profane from accroz da north. Mi wyl grind lat down until da veri pazte kriez futh merzee. DEY WIL HAV TUU GLUE LAT BAK TUGETHUR EN HELL."

Uku gags at the idea of orc cannonists. Her mind is cast back to the times of Almeris... brothers crucified upon wooden crosses positioned along a bridge. The shaman shuttered. Though the gradual phazing out of the spirits is what worried her. But overall, where was the response of current Rex? What little respect she held for the Khan ebbed away with each day of silence. Uku's head hung low, ashamed of the blatant fall of her people. "Ef nubthyng am tuu change, perhabz Mi zhal diztanze mizelf futhur. Mi hold nub aleeganze tuu diz Khan aneewey."

A fe-uruk would let out a sigh from her cold desk, nestled with in heart of Blackworth. Her empty orbs scanned over the context of the missive. "Am Mi zuppozed tuu fheel zumthin'... Wurri, hope... fear even... Kauz Mi fheelz nuthin. Da ugz Mi gurk'd am long dead ang wit et, mi friend ang mi obligationz." Her head shakes. "Mi wyl kare ef diz nue era hazzuh plaze futh da weyz uv' da zhomo... ef hi zhakez da zleepee lodge tuu etz foundationz... Ef hi rekonzliez wit mi remaining friendz." A tear rolls down the shaman's cheek as she turned to peer out the window of her office. Her face carries a look of longing, perhaps even the hope she so sought. "Dayt wuld bhee zumthin..."

"Da Xiioniztz wyl pey futh wub dey dyd tuu Mi." Uku states loudly from her desk as she is made aware of this declaration.

Damn, that was fast. Edit: Mass downtime eminent Hamster death: Likely

PURGE THE UNCLEAN! -Emony

Ukukaal reads the missive with a soft smile upon her face. The echoes of the past rang in her mind. She could still recall the days of her father warning her about the Sedanies that terrorized his pervious home. The destruction and barbarity the had wrought. The uruk could only chuckle, for she had met the people her father so feared and they were nothing like how he described. She was happy for her friends. "Ave Ravenmire. Long live the legacy of Henry Haverlock."

Ukukaal draws in a sharp breath through her nose as she stifled tears of joy. It felt like just yesterday she had forged the two of them their engagement rings. "Mi nephewz finalee marrien' da woman he luvz. Mi am zo happee futh da tuu uv' dem." The uruk is overwhelmed with emotion until she reads closer. "Mi reelee hopez "Lord Mayor" am da official title..."