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Ar-Tarok begins crying in his little cave in the mountain while trying to learn the old blah dictionary.

Ar-Tarok crawls inside the wall in order to find some iron doors that could be shared throughout Almaris.

Ar-Tarok wonders why these people had rallied while the orcs were calmly talking about the ANNIHILATION of the elysians, he then remembers something his sky god wrote in the sky about raiding Elysium and the Elvenesse alcool suply ‘’Dat muzt bi it yubyub’’

Ar-Tarok smiles as he reads the notice of wagh sent out by the rex, he takes out as he looks to the jungles of the Iron’Uzg, nodding ‘’Yub yub, da horde zhall be rallied bruddah ! It am tik fur wagh at lazt. Fur da brown rex !’’

Ar-Tarok grunts in disgust as he read the letter posted in Krugmar "Zkahin Orenianz agh der zkahin pinki legiunz, alweyz wunt tuh zkin agh flat da urukim even tho wi help dem yn der wagh !" he puts back the notice on the board, thinking to himself that something must be done about the increasing cultural racism amongst the rabbit like nation. The retired targoth begins thinking to himself, scheming plans for when he will finally come out of his retirement, he even goes so far as to write signs in the city of Krugmar calling for all uruks to build a wall to stop the quickspawns from taking their jobs.

The mâutor Ar-Tarok’Izig picks up reasearch materials in San’Velku before getting ready to ride off towards the Frat’Blarg, excited to finally get to the bottom of the disease afflicting cats and mice.

Ar-Tarok laughs at the voices of the Orenians he hear as they hid in their gatehouse like rats ‘’Ah da Orenianz, det nevah change duh dey’’. At some point, he even seems to hear the soul of the Orenians crying about the numbers their enemies had rallied, maybe that was a new connection to the spirits ? Who knows ? Probably the sky gods that made him feel sick from the fight and wanting to go back to orcish lands.

Ar-Tarok smiles for the paper as Hu-Din, not the most talented drawer, took four hours to finish the small sketch.

Ar-Tarok grunts as he'd read the missive as he sat in the middle of the Iron Uzg "Da azh Hu-Din wrote in krayon wuz bettah den diz, mi hope he will accept to zhare it to wiv da wurld". The orc gets up and cracks his back, going to get a shit ton of crayons in prevision of the long task ahead.

As one might say, this is based.

TO ALL WHO WISH TO FIGHT Pinned to the Iron Uzg's notice board is a letter for all to see "DIZ AM AH KAHL TUH AHL KLUMPAZ Bruddahz agh ziztahz, owr milytari 'ahz byn week fur tuh lung, it am tik fur LAT tuh tayk zultz agh luzkz tuh klomp. It am latz rezpunzahbilyti tuh joyn latz kynd yn da KRUG'HAIZ. Klomp fur da goi, KLOMP FUR KRUG !" The symbol of a crossed out eye lies alone at the bottom right of the letter (OOC) THE KRUG-HAI The military of the Iron Uzg, it is an important part of the orcish society and, as such, all are invited to participate. STRUCTURE (Might be subject to changes) Rex Leader of the Uzg, he oversees the nation as well as the military. Targoth They act as the generals of the Krug-hai, leading the army in battle, conducting trainings and war games as well as managing ranks and recruiting. Klompaz The principal forces of the Krug-Hai, they are infantrymens, archers or even cavaliers. Various degrees of skill may be found within this rank, from veterans to new recruits. RECRUITMENT To enlist in the Krug-Hai, speak to a Targoth of the Iron Uzg. (P.M DrunkPapaBear#4669 or Lamp#3024 on discord)

Seated near the fire in Krugmar, a young orc would smile, his eyes passing over the letter, he'd understand nothing but that the sole member of the Dom is challenging the rex in a fight for the position. At these words, he would bring up his lips in an uncanny smile.