Azukazi Khuzai

"HA-QARKAH! Noble Skorkon! PURE Skorkon! Leaders would have flown to ruinous temptations, and oh how the leaders did! Just as we rose our spears to free the High Ward Haelun'or of the clutches of the dark sorority, so will we be free of what tarnishes the holy land. May the bull! Great Skorkon'Ugluk, denied of STARGUSH, show the brothers what it means to be a real brudda, to have honour once more! To be mighty! KRUGMAR IGNE'SAE!!" A hoplite, who has defended his home city and the holy lands for a hundred years polishes the scales of his finest panoply. If it is time for brother war, then may it be done as krug and horen. Quick. With mercy. Before Akaal brings ruin to krugmenistan.

"Nothing weird with sacred baths. It's sacred to our people, the tradition of the golden pools. Yet I doubt these foreign mali and valah have such ritual tradition in their practices" A beautiful high elf poet in the middle of ritual pours pure water into a large silver jar.

"Hail the lady of purity, may she cleanse all tarnish in her divine water!" A hoplite raises a spear upon hearing the words of the twinned pharaoh

"To deny this challenge of his is the greatest dishonor! For SKORKON has been the most loyal! For he has been the most true, and has put before everything, the will of the spirits! Stop trying to hide, Akaal! If he is but a shadow of his self, oh impure Akaal, then why is it that Skorkon is more Orc than you! He actually FOLLOWS the ways of krug! Not just waving his name around as your klan does!" "Skorkon Ugluk, the brudda who has been denied his Valhalla... Skorkon has been the most loyal brudda, the most loyal goth, and most devout to the spirits. It' was he who was known as the pretty of qarkah, and it was he, who before he was stolen by the dwarves of urguan, and moulded by their cursed magic, that he was the greatest ork in the goi. I will raise my spear, my shield, and my xiphos for him, as he has been our loyal brother since before he was forcefully transformed, and yet still is his loyalty, purity, and glory, unquestioned, even as the bull of qarkah! Once more, Akaal shows their cursed nature. How dare you, Maukurz,raise your words in such a way against the honored goth of ugluk! Oh how you fear your klans power fading if he rises! Yet, He did not choose to be locked from the stargush, it was forced upon him! Unlike YOU! AS A BUURZ AKAAL, YOU CHOOSE TO LOCK YOURSELF FROM THE STARGUSH! YOU CHOOSE TO BE IMPURE!" The hoplite turns, his blades polished and ready. "Make your move, Akaal, treacherous, inglorious, immoral, and d i s h o n o r a b l e. Decide now, if you dare face him, Skorkon, who is a truer orc than yourself, or if you and your goth shall cower before the flames of sacred holy qarkah. The immolator of the impure, the culler of the cursed." "HAIL QARKAH HAIL SKORKON!" The hoplite raises his spear gloriously

I used to run and play a great nomad tribe called the scydri, based on old charioteer and Scythian type bronze age cultures. It's a ton of fun and if there's more people interested, come join because I've already got some people in our tribe again! In the last map we had camps in the north, in dwarven lands, in krugmar, and in old Elysium and our rp was often maintaining herds and moving between the camps, and doing fun cattle raids against the settled men. There was a time when all of myrine rallied to try and chase us since we kept taking their cattle brazenly. But in the feigned retreat we captured the whole army and the Lord of myrine had to bend for amnesty and offered to maintain sacred cattle. The cattle raids were because people kept keeping cattle, sacred beasts gifts of the creator, are kept within tight barns and walls or in caves, hidden from the open sky. Denied pasture and place to roam. This is cursed and they must be freed, their spirit back to the sky. Before, we often raided and did cool tribal rp and war with the cimmerian tribe in the north. To defeat them we allied with the conchuks after defeating them and taking them into our tribe If you guys wanna retvrn to the steppe, then let us. And we will bring about an era of True Men, not the settled men who have lost the way of the creator when we all lived under the sky

"HA-QARKAH. PURGE THE UNCLEAN. THROUGH QARKAH'S FIRE THE BUURZ SHALL BE CLEANSED! I will place my spear, and my shield, behind Skorkon. For he has sworn before kezt and has never broken his ladly vows! Down with cursed tyrants. May they be dashed against the walls of Krugmenistan's bloodiest temple. May they be made pure, or made flat." The hoplite held his silvery spear

"Hail victory! The foul darkness which has plagued the Holy Lands has been present too long. Darkness, shade, evil that arises from that which is known purely and simply as 'buurz'. I rebuke Akaal! For they are dark shamans! Their practices are those of iblees, and they know NOT the way! The authority of a dark shaman shall not be accepted. It was Akaal who had let the impure dragons into our land, and had seen us degenerate from our heights of the Great Horde. The truest brothers will remember, that it was US. THE BRAZEN LADS. who made that horde possible. It was our victories which have brought us here besides our brothers. Only the impure, and unworthy of sacred purity would question us and our loyalties. For every single lad has oathed himself to kezt, honour itself. The orcs involved, and especially the rex, have shown themselves as DISHONORABLE. OATHBREAKERS. A cleansing flame will take the impure, and cull it as the weakness it is. Hail QARKAH, hail Victory!" A polished hoplite holds his silvery spear.

"Eh? The Rex is foolish for going down this path. We have been betrayed by the skydaemons who have not delivered our paste. And neither does the Rex have power over our Polis to have it returned. After all, none of the hoplites have voted on it returning to krugmenistan. Atemu-ta and his peoples joined our band, not the other way around. We have always been unyielding and loyal, and now this rex will try to snake his best allied citystate while the skygods have us betrayed?" Some youthful hoplite considers carefully. After all, these so called brothers have been acting unbrotherly.

"Hmm, ever since they let this 'Valindrea' became a writer, the gazette seems to have turned into a bit of a rag... Tsk. Lamentable. For most of these stories are quite... Well... I'm ne to say they have anything good in mind, defaming mali who wear skirts and dresses and flowing clothes... Larihei wore such garb. And yet, it's always the ones who dress like valah who have an upturned nose. Perhaps they should simply spend more time at the iron temple!" Strikes a poet out by the library, reading the gazette

"Sulian. Now we can get some more eyes on those dragon cultists. Tired of seeing the tarnished walking the streets of our most sacred cihi. Tainting the otherwise perfumed air" A youthful poet breathed a sigh of relief

"Hail The Bronze Age! Only in ascent do we take vital life! May the Mali'ame throw aside their impurities! May they unstagnate! May they grow in brightness, pre-eminent in their race, so they may shun the impure, and bring about a glorious, pure age of ascent!" Grinned a sulian high elven poet, a pure hoplite of TRULY polished bronze. "Hail Health! Hail Progress! Maehr'sae hiylun'eya!"

"May the rest of the lads meet the prerequisites to rejoin our lads in the front, come the next battle. I too would like some of this immortal kleos pamphilos is taking!" - a silvery extremist says, recalling the take out by the Hyptos Villa in the silver city

"Hail! Praise and sing of bravest Pamphilos on The Bridge! Blessed be the silver and pure, to fight for Larihei of Victory!"

"And even now the dread serpent is made manifest in idols of flesh and scale. Down with the dragon, may the pure light shine and may they be pruned by flames of righteous purity!"

A high elven extremist dons his polished silver and his spear of shining bronze. "Live eternal, my blessed cihi. My sacred gift of the mother. Hail Larihei!"