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A recovered orkish standard from the bloodied field.

Spluttertongue, translation: Death! To all who would attempt to admonish the kin of Krug.

“All ye who will stay to hear it,

The Targoth Leydluk has been slain, stabbed in the back by an Orenian cur and killed without honour. His corpse has been taken so that the cur may not desecrate it, and in true Raguk fashion, cremated - in the absence of The Machine.

All ye Clans of Mokh-Uruk you are no longer under the service of any hegemon, lest ye stay as minions to the Orenian cur.

With a heavy heart, but one not without hope, I say gug’ye.”

Thus were the words of Imp’Raguk, one of the last loyal servants to Clan Raguk, to those who remained. Leydluk’Raguk had died, and with him his lineage, but in his lifetime he had achieved great things. 

ANG GUND GRIISH.  

THE BOOTLESS WAR

||||| Bûrzgraz - 5th of Snow’s Maiden, 1732

“TODAY!” Cried he, Targoth of Mokh-Uruk, “WE MARCH...”

...and so, without a moment further to spare, the uruks of Mokh-Uruk doffed their boots in solidarity with the Targoth and marched upon the half-built city of Vintas. Word of the Pax Orenia’s plans had drifted back to the Targoth with haste via his vast network of spies - the urchin boy told the farmer, who told the smith, who told the strumpet, who told the elf, who told the bastard, who told the goblin, who told the Wargoth who told Leydluk. It was imperative that his border was quickly secured before the war council could convene.

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Attackers

The Federation of Mokh-Uruk

Defenders

The Toelickers of Vintas

Wargoals:

Flash Warclaim (Geographically nearly kissing Krugmar - No Allies)*

Pillage

Humiliation.

Location & Proposed Time

Add me on Discord to discuss this further grubgoth_wud#8956

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*Charter_vintas as of Weds, 4 Sept, 19:00 BST

*Charter_orcs as of Weds, 4 Sept, 19:02 BST

THE RETURN OF THE REDS

“Da fiya ov Klan Raguk is neva’ stamped out.”

If their antics upon the roads of Arcas had not harkened their return, then perhaps the alien sound of Blah and the harrowing, shrieking riffs of Megaflat’s redstone guitar had. Deep down - deep down within the hold of the caverns of Kal’Varoth, in the-once ruins of an elusive spider-folk who had long since been driven out, the Raguk now staked their claim. Where they had once been Krugmar’s Vanguard - an elite fighting unit designed to be a final line of defence - they were now separated, disgusted by the dishonour that permeated the failed ork state and were determined to do something about it.

Garrdum’Raguk overseeing Krusha’Raguk forge a lock for his blarg.
 

Kwikfinga’Raguk the half-ork waiting on a passing Raguk to pickpocket.

Targoth Leydluk and Wargoth Garrdum klomping to settle a dispute.

A Raguk Herda’ tending to his work-horses. 

The forges of Raguk burn red hot, churning out cuirass’, cleavers, swords and helmets. Situated, they prepare their descent on the weakened Krugmar.

OOC: SKIN GIVEAWAY!

To cultivate RP within the Raguk playerbase, we’re operating a sort of pseudo-professions system where it is encouraged that each player pick a role for their character outside / alongside of the miner / smith trope of the Clan and roleplay it accordingly.

To join Clan Raguk, seek us out in Urguan irply or join the discord: https://discord.gg/FNrTtk

We seek to accommodate the casual or committed roleplayer to build our lore, story arc and playerbase.

C O N T R A   D E M O C R A T I A

O R

O N   D E M O C R A C Y  A N D  T H E

O P T I M U M

BY  AMBROSIVS  GELDMEISTER  OF VES

PREFACE

As Republicanism and Democracy have increased in popularity - with their greatest manifestation being that of Our fair city before the takeover of his Serene Grace - it is the duty of every clear-thinking and reasoning scholar to challenge these illogical modes of thought. Contra Democratia is therefore presented as an intellectual challenge to Democracy and Republicanism. 

DEMOCRACY AND THE OPTIMUM

Democracy - from Akritian demokratia lit. “rule of the people” - is a system of government whereby a states denizens exercise what is termed by its proponents as “the right to vote.” Through a ballot or similar such system, the enfranchised populace decide on policy - what is termed a ‘direct democracy’ - or on a representative to make these decisions for them - what is termed a ‘representative democracy.’ The notion of casting votes has existed for as long as history remembers - usually privy to small council chambers of monarchs to decide upon the direction of their realm. This is the desired system due to it’s contained nature. Were a state to afford this “right to vote” to it’s vassals for them to vote upon their monarch (such as attempted recently within the Empire) they would risk discord. The outcome of this would invariably be enduring competition and one-upmanship among peers, opposed to working as one well-oiled machine. Afford this “right to vote” to the population at large and you risk chaos, the cause of which can be attributed to two cardinal fallacies: carentiam intuitum - or a lack of intuition; and the Optimum - or the greatest good.

1.  Carentium Intuitum - In an aged manuscript with a name lost to time, the narrator posits the question: “would you allow a man with no experience in sea-faring or navigation captain your ship?” The answer is invariably ‘no’ and can be applied as a principle to statecraft. Should the power to direct the state be left to the masses? Should it be left to the farm-hand, the smith, the leatherworker? Of course, these are people - respectable craftsmen - who are indispensable to a successful state, but why should they concern themselves with that of politics and statecraft, when they already have their designated role to play. In the same sense as the apprentice is to be reared for work as a smith, and in the process learn and fine-tune all necessary and required skills, the King is reared from birth in all the tenets of statecraft and leadership. He is, therefore, also indispensable and warranted in his monopoly on power and direction.
2. The Optimum - Democracy thrives on attempting to achieve the Optimum - or the greatest good. Candidates for whichever office present themselves to the public, preaching of enacting this law or that law, providing this benefit or that benefit, in short presenting different conceptions of what is good in enduring competition. Eventually, this enduring competition ends in chaos with its terminus, invariably, being civil war. A recent example would be the War of the Two Emperors - where both monarchs presented their own conception of good and fought bloody battles in the name of achieving it. Attempting to achieve the Optimum is superfluous, and impossible given the basic psychology of the Descendants. As a rudiment of democracy, it is this that dooms it to failure.

By the Grace of GOD, let us maintain what is proper. 

Signed,

A. Geldmeister 

4th of Malin's Welcome, 1725

THE GELDMEISTER PUBLISHING HOUSE

V E R I T A S 

Leydluk begins funding Anti-Sanoist parties...

“Dis is gettin boring.” Says Leydluk, snoozing in the sun. 

7 hours ago, LithiumSedai said:

The powerful Waldenian man known as Ser Jan Sigmar, the Blood Raven, also an admirer of fan-fiction and scientific works alike, set aside said works of Herr von Spivey to pen an excited fan letter to his newest favorite author! @Voidal_

 

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Lieber Autor,

 

I consider myself one of your most faithful and greatest fans, and your works on par with other classics of alternate history fiction such as The Desolation of Oren, The Final Call, and The Lusty Kharajyr Maid; truly, such an eloquent writer has not graced the realms with their presence since the likes of Herr Toby “The Rat King” Junior. To see our Kaiser praised as an immortal deity adds an interesting dimension to your fan-fiction, a refreshing idea in the sea of mediocre war-and-hammer works popular in the early days of our Reich, and the addition of Herr Darius as a recurring character had definitely been a bold move, well received within the former and fiery Adrian realm.

 

I do have an earnest inquiry regarding the consistency of your plot lines and points of divergence, however; does your latest work take part in an alternate universe where Herr Darius’ bold killer, Herr Are’dal, hadn’t been brutally slain in the Imperial throne room with the Adrian retinue, or has said Herr Are’dal developed necromantic powers akin to those of the Reiver company and Lich-Queen Cyrene? I believe it would serve the integrity of your work well to clarify this plot point, as your faithful fans spend their nights wondering which of these two theories is correct.

 

I eagerly await your response.

 

 

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GOTT MIT UNS

??? ℜ????? ??? ????????

Ser Jan Sigmar, Imperial Dragon Knight of Alstreim, Renatus and Waldenia, The Blood Raven of Lorraine, Keeper of the Blood Chalice and the Opal Crown, Savior and Liberator of the Sutican Realm

 

 

 

“We get it lat ‘powaful’” Says Leydluk annoyed that Jan Ritter von Alstreim has to keep reminding us that he is powerful. 

Inshallah here is my submission.

58 minutes ago, Demotheus said:

I have a fully clothed skin here. I need to have it modified to be more orcish in style. That is, loin cloth and breastbind of similar color. Perhaps some kind of fur in concept. She’s very well toned and strong, if that’s something you can/want to implement into the skin’s shading. I can’t really afford 3000 mina, though, idk what your price negotiation is like xD

 

 

add me on discord dog we can negotiate pepperoni_nip#8956

Just now, Allseyer said:

strange.

what d ****?

SKINS

Hey gamers, I’ve got some epic skins to sell. Three pre-made, each for 750, and the opportunity for 1 epic gamer (thats 1 gamer) to order a custom skin for 3000 minas. Sidenote: I don’t do things mega fantasy. Speciality is medievalesque humans and orks obviously, but I’m open to everything provided it fits the criteria of not being high-high fantasy. 

Troubadour:

Dwarf Merc:

Peasant:

Keep an eye on this page. I may release some more epic offers for skins if I’m feeling up to it / this is received well.

The Raguk camp was quiet for a few days. News had reached Leydluk at the behest of the all-hearing Imp’Raguk; news had reached all corners of the known world it had seemed, too, and many lamented and many celebrated. To this aged Warlord, the news came as both saddening and joyous, for despite the betrayal Shagarath was still an old friend: a friend bound by blood. 

After reflection on the matter, he roused from his tent and greeted his red-skinned brethren, but not before muttering a short few words for Shagarath the Old. 

“Rest easy Shagarath my brother, I hope the spirits have mercy.”

i’ll sell my services for two weeks at fixed rate of 1000 minas per hour

doom . when will u have my babies ?

“Wot da skah is fascism soundzlike rexism” remarks Leydluk

Falk looks down from whatever plain he found himself in with yearning eyes, wishing with all his might to feel the cold, metallic embrace of a sheqel – or better yet, a Silver Pound – between his fingers. . . 

11 hours ago, Auriel_ said:

why did you call me, quote-

a flay? LOL

why did you call me, quote-

an erper? LOL

how are you my friend?

Leydluk clenched his fist, sat high and mighty upon his throne of skulls. Imp had brought him the news: it was news he feared, given the nature of his son. In a sense, he was a relieved, for it was one less Raguk to endure the drudgery of such a time and one more for the halls of Leyd’s realm. But then again, he was an ork, and blood would be had:

“Blood will be had.

Blood for da blood Frum;

Ang Gund Griish!”

He pounded his chest and looked to a new Raguk amid his ranks: Butrakh’Raguk – a young but fearless Olog warrior of formidable proportions.

“Da tik am nub right, not yet, but soon it shall Butrakh, and when Leyd shows me that it is, hot fury shall be rained down upon these cowards.”

Leydluk prepares to do business with his good friend dragonayr generic villain no. 3245

“Took ‘im long enough.” Leydluk muttered, looking at yellowed nails, “Dis ash forges his past transgressions,” An audible sigh escaped him, and resounded throughout the cave he found himself in. He traced the walls and remembered the last Gorkil-Raguk war, “Da pantheon ‘ave likened to the taste of dishonourable blud it seems. More will be spilled.” And with that, the crimson Warlord sought his son and his men. The Rex had made a fatal misstep and fighting was nigh on the horizon. 

7 hours ago, KeatonUnbeaten said:

take your client with you

bro what the ****? No shade.......

Falk, a long since deceased merchant – now in another plane of existence – couldn’t help but feel a certain sorrow for Phillip in his cold, dead heart. He didn’t know who he was, nor was it likely that Phillip knew who he was, but thus was the solidarity of merchantmen.  

FROM GAZIGASH’S SACRED TREE, THE BODY OF AN AGED ORK HUNG IN THE WIND. TO SOME HE WAS THE OLD; TO SOME HE WAS THE VULTURE, BUT TO THE REDSKINS OF CLAN RAGUK HE WAS THE TRAITOR. AND THIS WAS A MOST WORTHY SACRIFICE.