herculean_wud

i hope you [redacted] a violent [redacted].

((why do you cringelords always get pvp fleep number 134 with throwaway character to fight on ur behalf instead of just doing it urself. "Kukavice! Kukavicluk od naj vece proporcije!" Tutted Mirko Chetnik, having been one of two non-high elves in the party, and having come by his own accord and by no one's request, "Cowards! I have expecting of no less from knife-ear."

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"Dats how dis usually work - lat skah wit us, we slap lat a bunch ov tikz, den when dat get boring, we kall for peace." Says the Targoth to no one in particular.

THE GREAT DEBEARDING OF BAKIR, LORD IREHEART Commotion drew brothers, sisters, snagas, honouraries and guests from near and far flung regions to the fire pit. A disgraced warrior would be put on trial, after all. In normal circumstances, an esteemed urukish warrior would fight the accused in a duel of honour -- but the dwarf would be granted no such privilege for his multiplicity of transgressions. Instead, a tribunal would be called -- to be held before witnesses, spiritual and temporal, with Targoth Fishbref as judge, and his attendant brothers as jury. “Lord Ireheart is to be found guilty of the crime of refusing an honour duel levied by a sitting Targoth. All those in agreement say ‘yub’!” A litany of ‘yubs’ followed. “Lord Ireheart is to be found guilty of the crime of warmongering and sowing discord among the descendant races! All those in agreement say ‘yub’!” A litany of ‘yubs’ followed. “Lord Ireheart is to be found guilty of disturbing worship and matters spiritual! All those in agreement say ‘yub’!” A litany of ‘yubs’ followed. Targoth Hu-din stepped forward to render and deliver his punishment. It was decided that his beard would be removed -- his face as bare as his dishonour, for all the world to see. But, he would not be executed. Instead, the uruks would be merciful. Where they could have forced him down a mine, or quartered him brutally, they instead allowed him to leave with no more scratches on him than when he was captured. For where Iblees had cursed them with bloodlust, Krug had given them an honourable way of life to follow. And so, the Ireheart went on his way, now a few grams lighter, and as naked faced as when he was born. The next day, a missive would arrive at the dwarven hold: “Hear us, ye of Urguan, You have brought nothing but disgrace upon your people. You levy bandits and petty raiders to bolster your armies, and have failed in all but one of your incursions upon our lands. We, kin of Krug, call an end to this conflict. Cease all hostilities and return to us the Fort of Ireheart and no more shall dwarven blood be spilt. Fail to fulfil our demands and more dwarven bodies will enrich the soil upon which we tread. We eagerly await your response.”

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THE FESTIVAL OF BETHARUZ AND CLAN FAIR ♫ ♪♩♫ KRUGMAR, VIBRANT WITH LIFE Leaflets flew far and wide informing the descendant races of a festival to be held in Krugmar at the end of the Cactus Year. To the brothers and sisters of Krugmar, this information was delivered to them by a particularly shrill goblin crier. “Come one! Come all! Come Brothers! Come Sisters! At the end of this Cactus Week we will gather here in festivity! Betharuz has frowned upon us for our austerity -- the green plants wilt and the grog has gone foul. But no longer! O great Betharuz, ye shall have our praise! And in your honour the WORLD CACTUS will be grown and its fruits enjoyed! There will be games, food, grog and green; no uruk will be permitted to be miserable! We will also be hosting a CLAN FAIR for the clanless Brothers to learn more of the Clans. Opportunities will also be had for uruks and citizens of Krugmar, as well as other descendant races, to levy any grievances or suggestions with the Rex! Wallow no more O brethren of Krugmar, your blades will not dull after a night of festivities! MINIMUM HEIGHT TO ENTER: 5'1'' NOT INCLUDING HALFLINGS AND SMALL CHILDREN. TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY.” SATURDAY 24TH CLAN FAIR - 3PM EST FESTIVAL - 4PM EST BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

"dis happened when?" says fishbref

"Kapitalism agh Sanoism are da great subvertaz ov Tradition, agh originated from da ignoble agh cunning knife-eared race." Says Evola'Raguk.

A HUNDRED YEARS IN THE FUTURE... The Preserved Footprint of a Fleeing Ireheart Elven archaeologists made twisted faces at the bootprint embedded in the sediment of the Krugmaric jungle. They knew it was of Dwarven origin -- but it was a strange place for one, in the heartland of where the Uruks once called home. After mulling over records they soon deduced it was from the Battle of San'Velku and belonged to an Ireheart dwarf of insignificant standing who turned and fled at the might of uruk kind, never even landing a single sword blow! ((i didnt catch you at the fight elite! such a shame you waited 2hrs nearly and didnt get to click :/ maybe next time...

THE BATTLE OF SAN’VELKU 11th of the First Seed, S.A. 32 The historic standard of the Krughai Deep below the city of San’Velku, the uruks of Krugmar -- silent in mourning and prayer -- prepared the body of a fallen brother for his arrival at Kor’s great gate. The process was bittersweet -- bitter because the passing of a brother never came easy, but sweet because they had heard tall tales of what waited for him in the afterlife. As this brother’s lifeless corpse drifted ever onwards towards the Stargush’Stroh and made its final passage, a low drumming disturbed the uruks. It was slow at first. Slow and steady -- like groundwater escaping from a stalactite. But it grew louder and louder, until the prayerful brothers were disturbed from their silent contemplation. Eventually it was too loud to ignore. Some brothers recognised it instantly, others -- starved of combat -- strained their ears so that they could deduce what it was. It was the sound of boots marching in lockstep -- and the gruff highland drawl of Dwarven warriors. Rogue uruks displaced by the instability over the decades, or indeed those who had turned their back on Krugmar, had wronged the honourable men of Urguan. But the residual hubris of previous conflict guided the Dwarves’ feet and their hearts -- they brought swords where they should have brought words and understanding. It had been decided before they even stepped foot on Orkish soil -- they wanted blood for blood. Thus it would be, as it had been for centuries! A battalion of Krugmar and a battalion of Urguan stood before one another -- evenly matched in men and arsenal. The King and his Generals on one side, the Rex and his Targoths on the other. With a raucous cry, the good men of Uruk and Dwarf kind clashed -- just as their fathers had done before them, painting the square blood-red with the essence of the fallen. The warriors of Krugmar emerged from the fray and claimed their victory. Bittersweet, but a victory nevertheless. GF and thanks for the sportsmanship!

i sign

Leydluk welcomed the aged Raguk with open arms and received him at the great table. There, many familiar faces sat, the fighting of the day having ceased to make way for a night of feasting, "Broshan, brother." Said the thrice-Rex as he poured him a tankard of grog and set before him a bowl of steaming ambrosia, straight from the Grubgoth's pot, "Welcome to eternity."

THE KRUGHAI “Glory to Krugmar. Glory to the Krug-hai!” REX The Supreme Leader of the War Nation and Krughai alike. DOMINUS The Rex’s Second in Command and Chief of Diplomacy TARGOTH (Morning_Wud, Wolfkite1) Esteemed warriors, proven in battle and amongst themselves, tasked by the Rex to lead the legions of Krugmar both on the field and in training. KESHIG Veteran uruks and seasoned warriors. Those of the Keshig are noted as among the highest calibre of warriors - both in terms of skill and honour. They also form a protective vanguard for the Rex during diplomatic meetings and on the field. BROTHER-IN-ARMS The standard unit of the Krughai - fierce and stalwart warriors who would give their lives without a second thought for the continuation of the orkish race. PUG Disgraced uruks or a returning whitewash - branded as such for breaches of conduct, dishonour, disrespect, endangerment of another uruk’s life or cowardice. Pugs are expected to wear a pink hat for a duration specified by a Targoth as well as fulfilling gruelling punishments. A GOBLIN STANDS BEFORE THE URUKS ON THE PLATFORM OVERLOOKING THE FIRE PIT AND CRIES: “Brothers and sisters! The time has once more come for the Scaddernak to shed his old skin and to usher in the new. So too shall the uruks rise with a new vigour and a new pride, with which we shall vanquish the foes that stand before us. At the end of this Cactus Week your mettle will be tested. The might of the uruk will be displayed. Those who are worthy will have the honour of standing shoulder to shoulder with his brothers as a legionnaire in the Armies of Krug. Rise Krugmar! Rise the Krughai!” SATURDAY 3PM EST - ARENA KRUGMAR FOR TRAINING, RP, PVP AND FUN

FISHBREF’S KREW The High Sea Scallywags (Depiction of one of Fishbref’s Krew, an old sailor press ganged into serving.) Those who live on the coast are too familiar and no doubt weary of piracy -- an activity that had all but been eradicated by the diligent patrols of the Orenian navy, save for some of the more notorious crews that roamed the seas and harried misfortuned villages. Sailors and merchantmen alike had seen a new crew join the fray, and these rumblings travelled far and wide. They were just as eager to take a slice of this most lucrative of trades. The global economy was weak -- labour was cheap, resources abundant, goods produced cheaply in sweatshops, minas difficult to come by except for those of the landed classes, and remittance formed the basis of most peoples’ scant wealth. Meanwhile, parasitic landlords skimmed off the wealth of their constituents in the form of heavy taxes and got fat from their revelry, whilst the common folk were left by the wayside. No more, said the good Captain Fishbref’Raguk! No more would his kin, and those of all races who shared his ethos be subjected to a hand-to-mouth existence. They too would grow fat on their profits, and the rich would suffer. __________________________________________ F I S H B R E A T H ‘ S C R E W E S.A. 31, 2nd of the Grand Harvest COMETH YE WHO SEEK REVELRIE COMETH YE WHO THE RICH HATH WRONG’D COMETH YE WHO ART HUNGRIE AND TAKETH YE WHAT TO YOU ONCE BELONG’D. Seek the Uruk named Fishbreath. __________________________________________

Haygel'Yar approves.

cringe and hate player fun pilled its harmless and creates an interesting dynamic as a long lost but stable homeland that humans long for, as well as a place for where human cultures or families can claim partial origin. besides i have not seen this overuse of aeldin apart from for characters who are already coming from noble family so hardly being used to ennoble them / give them relevance. apart from some notable exceptions e.g. an old character of mine was a marauder who was chain ganged in aeldin for theft before arriving upon xyz map to escape the law

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Kaptin Fishbref sharpened his cutlass in preparation for peace or war -- it didn't matter to him which.

unequivocally based

based and minecraft roleplay pilled

"Ekstremely Based." Says Leydluk from the Stargush'Stroh as he ladled himself a bowl of hot ambrosia from the Grubgoth's pot.