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    Kaptin Fishbref
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  1. Fishbref, always in the pursuit of FAIR MAIDENS, has one of his warboys scribe a letter: "DEAR MADAM, I IS VERY INTERESTED IN YOU. PLEASE COME TO MY LAIR (A CAVE) OUTSIDE DU LOC. WE WILL HAVE A ROMANTIC MEAL IN MY OFFICE. LOVE AND KISSES, FISHBREF, ESTEEMED PROTECTOR ANS SAVIOUR OF DU LOC, WARBOSS, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, CAPTAIN, TARGOTH ETC. P.S. BRING A SHOVEL. Directions were attached below. [[ cords: 767, 325 bEHIND DU LOC COME QUICK]]
  2. Fishbref, Attorney-at-Law in Oren & Urguan, reads the treatise, interested of the implications that this would have on Urguani jurisprudence!
  3. Fishbref welcomes the returning goblin.
  4. Fishbref saluted his kinsman as he set sail, hoping that one day he would return.
  5. keep on eye on $nagg gravel is big business o_oย 

  6. THE FORTUNE AND MISFORTUNE OF THE ORK KNOWN AS FISHBREATH Fishbref sat alone in his office during the little hours, slamming handle after handle of guzzoline. Below, in his hideout, his crew slept soundly, or klomped, or themselves grew drunk โ€“ but in good company โ€“ whilst he had only himself, and precisely seven portraits of his likeness. They stared on gloomily unto nothing, the very same vacancy that plagued the good Captain encapsulated by deep orange pools โ€“ two lakes of Cocytus โ€“ but only by the amateurishness of the painter (for a competent one would have made an untruth with carefully reckoned brushstrokes). His unhappiness was unfounded, or so he reasoned, for good fortune โ€“ nay, great fortune โ€“ had only come his way since he was exiled. Indeed, with the sullying of his honour by the Rex Skaatchnak, only greater fortunes had arisen. But his wealth came and went quickly, and came again, for there was not enough gold in the world that would satiate his tastes โ€“ nor was there enough garish or downright kitsch ornaments, to insulate him from his woe. Good are the Spirits! He thought. Praise be! He drifted back to his time in the desert. He thought of how a moment of poverty had given him a greater wealth than achieved by most Kings. In that moment, he was present โ€“ and so too were the Spirits โ€“ for he felt them around him. But now, he felt a coldness within โ€“ not the coldness of a room laid dormant for an eon, but the precise moment when a candle is snuffed; where before there was warmth, now extinguished, but a prying memory nevertheless persisted, and would tease like a wine stain on a hardwood floor. It could never truly be excised, no matter how hard one scrubbed, but it would dullโ€ฆ in time. As the twilight hours made way for the morning, Fishbref descended into the cave. He traced its damp walls with a wizened finger, following what remained of faded murals, until he was halted by its limits. He gripped the bars of the snaga cage which marked the caveโ€™s deepest point, and stared through them, engrossed with what he saw. He reached out to grab a handful of that which had so ensnared him. GRAVEL. Firm. Hard. GRAVEL. He once more saw fortune, and immediately barked for his goblin scribe to begin drafting a letter! TO THE BOARD OF GIBSCO, I WRITE TO YOU WITH GREAT HASTE AND URGENCY, THUS I MUST KEEP MY CORRESPONDENCE SHORT. I HUMBLY REQUEST AN AUDIENCE WITH THE MEMBERS OF THE BOARD, AS AN UNFORESEEN OPPORTUNITY FOR OUR GREAT COMPANIES TO EXPAND HAS ARISEN. I EAGERLY AWAIT YOUR RESPONSE, Warboss Fishbref da Skahing Honourable, Targoth. Cpn. Esq.
  7. Fishbref polishes his A.R.balest-15 blissfully unaware of the Anti-Christ Azdrazi.
  8. Fishbref laid down his blicky ... but then promptly raised it again so that he could slay a common enemy with good and fair people of Du Loc.
  9. "Highly credible." Says Fishbref.
  10. THE TALE OF DIGGUS DEE S.A., 58 - 12th of the Amber Cold A portrait of Diggus Dee Somewhere in an Orenian public house, in the cramped corner familiar to all such establishments, where common whores peddle their wares, actors danced and told tall tales of soldiers and romantics, and bards sang epics apt to warm even the most calcified heartโ€™s dying embers, an Ork who looked peculiarly like Warboss Fishbref (saved for a balaclava) danced an Orkish jig and sang an Orkish song. He went by the name Diggus Dee. So lively were his movements, and so vivid and barbaric the turn of his lyricism that all ceased in their usual recreation to watch the exotic performance. Accompanied only by the crude beating of a wardrum, and an inspiring yet simple melody played on a set of pipes, this bardic Ork told of his antics in Du Loc: of how he and his warband chanced upon the Lector named Paco, how they โ€˜caught him lackingโ€™, riddled his furniture with crossbow bolts, and finally did battle with his people. Bloodshed was not uncommon to this unfair isle, but the Orenians - for once - were glad that it was not their blood painting the cobbles. So too were the Du Locians, for despite the clashing of swords and the clack of crossbow bolts being loosed - not a single person was injured! Whilst a miracle, it would seem that the gangland violence that had gripped the small settlement would not dissipate anytime soonโ€ฆ
  11. that is good - i hope u stay well and whatever bad things that are happening in ur life get better. eat good, lift heavy and keep ur chin up.
  12. u r like the coolest person ik on this server not even a cap one simple question bro how are u ?
  13. ______________________________ "Beware ye of uruk kind, And of Raguk indeed, The rot that befell Kharak And gender'd within the mind; Tales of caution, cried the herald Yet not a wretch took his heed And bound within the vile grip An ancient race, and land imperilled." Raguk Song, Book of Prudence ______________________________ Fishbref looked to his kin from afar. Soon it would be time, so he thought, to march his weary men unto the Uzg as a cause that went beyond the blood boiled there within.
  14. imposter travistaย 

    o_o

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