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  1. BABY COME BACK

    YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME
    CAUSE I WAS WRONG

    AND I JUST CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU

    1. Travista

      Travista

      relatable 

  2. Fishbref took a draw from a vintage Leydlukian cigar as Grunt'Raguk (@Inferno_Ougi) -- proud seed of Leydluk himself -- delivered the news. At once he ordered the mobilisation of his troops.
  3. DRAWING BLOOD FROM STONE KAMÂRAKOB NAAKH-ZA-BARASH _______________ “Ye who lay vanquished at my feet, Take not pity on thyself, Nor on the resolve of thy station. Rise like proud beasts to Nature’s call; For is it not more honourable to serve Than to wallow like pigs in the mud?” Leyd, to Gazigash and Gentharuz _______________ I Thus came the chorus of heaves and hoes: a hundred dirtied bodies squirming over each other, scrambling to fill their baskets with rock. It pulsated as each man came and left – their harried voices an apparition of their remaining humanity; for had they not their voices still, they would be but husks – automata rendered from flesh; mere pack animals for their masters. The foreman watched on. “Put ya back into it, ya squirmin’ gitz!” Grunted he, the Foreman, a newblood of the Krush gang – known for its savagery. But all voices hushed and all eyes turned as the Warboyz returned with a new body for the all-consuming Machine. Gnargoth, flanked by Vrogag and Dugarod of the Krush boyz, thrust a shovel into his hands and ordered that they dig at the pleasure of the Warboss and the Spirits, and the silence once again made way for the groans of toil. He – an elf known as Neriel – began to dig. He dug until his arms burned. But he dared not stop (for he had seen what happened to idlers – a young man in his twenties had his skull dashed across the stone for pausing to catch his breath), until gravel yielded and slivers of blue hit him in the face. Light. He scrambled to it; clawed at loose rocks and flint until his fingers bled, tossed them aside; tore what stood in his way asunder like a feral dog, until the dark cave was aflood with blue light. The Sons of Nagg looked on in awe, but Fishbref took the helm and descended the steps, the blue light cresting him as he went deeper. What greeted him shook him: the bloody hall of a Temple to his gods, in all its regalia. “A GIFT FROM THE SPIRITS!” He cried, “A BEAUTIFUL GIFT!” And the Shaman Fizzard wrought his magic upon its central chamber, and the slaves’ throats were cut to fill it. Neriel, too, was bled - but he was spared his life for his discovery. The uruks bathed and were confirmed in their faith, for battle was nigh, and as such, so too was a feast for Gazigash. II Wisps of smoke rose over Lower Petra and teased out the rising sun. But the sun seemed to lack its normal lustre, as if whatever moved it to it’s morning place had foreseen the events of the day. No eerie silence gripped the men of Oren, nor the legions of the Tripartite who had stationed themselves in the town of Sedan. War had trampled through fields so close to home that jingoistic tracts had not been given the distance to be sacralised as their platitudes passed from soldier to soldier, and drifted on the wind to peasant hearths. The Blood Army - Frumpaak I Life continued as it had. The washer-woman still scrubbed and the tanner still tanned; the banker still counted rounds of gold, the smith still hammered steel, and the barkeep still poured lousy pints. Men who had the day prior taken to the fields to bring in the harvest just beyond the city limits now bore arms. Many of them were green - for such was the transience of human life, and they joked and laughed and traded tall tales of bedded wenches and drunken feats performed, never having known the horrors that awaited them. Rifts would be made between them. Among the legions of Man were the Sons of Nagg. Life, too, was transient among the Kin of Krug, perhaps moreso than tucked between the sturdy walls of grand cities, but in a way possessed a groundedness. For where man succumbed to his curse of a short life, brothers still lived who had fought in far flung lands in wars that ended hundreds of years ago. Battle was life for those following Nagg’s creed – and so they rejoiced, albeit inwardly. They gripped their arms with a discipline unusual to their race, and as the armies of Man and Dwarf clashed, fought with a vigour that had gone undisplayed for decades. Daubed with chrome paint, Aki the Engorged charged into the bloody fray swinging his greatclub, sending many shortfolk and Haeseni alike with wide swoops of his terrifying weapon to the grave. But, overwhelmed by the hordes of men and their swordblows, was felled and ravaged, letting loose a bloodcurdling death rattle. The Spirits had noticed the war-beast, and granted him the relief of the Stargush. “Witnessed.” Muttered Fishbref as he watched his dimwitted friend meet his bloody end, but nevertheless took his men forward, the brazen Hoplites of the elf who goes by Anaxagoras that formed the auxiliaries of his band taking the front with their spears poised head-on. There – with the legions of Oren – they held the bloody square, where the gnarled Bloodwood tree grew, and looked unto doom. But by the will of the Spirits they held it, and lived to tell the tale. GAZIGASH HAD TAKEN HER FILL ANG GUND GRIISH
  4. Fishbref goes to meet his men so that they could sup and make merry. The Boon of the Yellow Paint had granted Garja'Raguk - their scavenger - much luck in battle, for he returned with riches of all kinds and lustre, looted from Haeseni corpses.
  5. Fishbref, Attorney-at-Law, nods approvingly, signing off on a form which confirmed that his brethren were acting within the realm legality.
  6. THE IMAGINATION ACCORD S.A., 61 11th of The Deep Cold Article I – The Holy Orenian Emperor recognises the sovereignty of Clan Raguk – and its successor states – and Fishbref’Raguk as its rightful leader. Article II – Clan Raguk recognises the sovereignty of the Holy Orenian Empire and Phillip III as its rightful Emperor. Article III - Clan Raguk refers to both the tribe known as Raguk as well as its martial wing the Sons of Nagg warband. Article IV – Parties to the agreement will hereon be referred to as signatories. Article V – The signatories enter into an agreement of mutual defense in the event of aggression from foreign entities. Article VI – The signatories agree to provide assistance in any offensives they may embark on. Sch 1 – The magnitude of assistance will be decided upon through mandatory arbitration. THE FRAT BLARG ADDENDUM ARTICLE VII – If Clan Raguk musters a force consisting of one-hundred (10) men, the Frat Blarg will remain in Orkish possession. Sch 1 - If the Frat Blarg cannot be returned due to war damage or otherwise, a replacement of like features and proportions will be allocated. ARTICLE VIII – If Clan Raguk musters a force consisting of more than one-hundred and fifty (15) men, the Frat Blarg will be visited by the Emperor himself. Signed, Warboss Fishbref the Skahing Honourable HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Anastasia I, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera
  7. (( dope, good shit guys Warboss Fishbref watches from afar with much interest as the redskinned warband come into their own.
  8. Fishbref wakes up and spreads Arichsdorf honey on his toast.
  9. if u could pick fleeper or noob ?
  10. just start playing them illegally
  11. 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]]
  12. Fishbref, Attorney-at-Law in Oren & Urguan, reads the treatise, interested of the implications that this would have on Urguani jurisprudence!
  13. Fishbref welcomes the returning goblin.
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