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The Khan, upon exiting his yurt to take care of his sheep, finds one such note in his mailbox. The Khan grunts before stuffing it into his kilt pocket, grumbling to himself. “Tviggies, dey ahm nub understanding ob dah true vay ob dah Urukhim…” The Khan shakes his head, his eyes focused eastwards towards the Jungles. “Ib dey vish to challenge the domain ob Votar, den dey ahm more dan velkome too, just don’ ekspekt Clan Lur to go lying daon…” Gutlug returns to his task at hand, preparing to feed the sheep for another day.
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The Lur-Khan takes note of the missive that had reached him, his thoughts dwell on the prospect of this great ‘nerge’ and he enters his yurt. Preparing a Missive in turn. The orc chief takes a seat, preparing a phial of Lapis Ink and a quill as he begins scratching onto the parchment in turn… “To the Azh known as Gantulga, I am Gutlug’Lurkhan, Khan of Clan Lur under Madoc’Lurgoth of Clan Lur. And I have received your summons, and I shall answer it. You speak of a great ‘Nerge’ as your people call it, a great hunt that acts as a maelstrom of arrows and spears. This ritual honours Votar, the Bub’Hozh Ilzgûl of the Hunt. I know not how many your clan numbers yet, from what little I have seen from your people so far, numbers mean very little outside of true character. I shall answer your summons, Tungkhuidai Gantulga of the Turghit.” Lûp Votar Lûp Krug Lûp Lur The final missive has been stamped with the seal of Clan Lur.
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Declaration of Jihad Against Haense and The World
Wasteland_Shaman replied to ibraheemc2000's topic in Miscellany
Ya Rabbi, preserve us all this blessed Month of Ramadhan. Amin. i am most grateful for finally embarking on my journey to become a Shaman on LOTC, and I am most thankful for @Gomooreand @Caravaggiofor taking me on. I thank @ibraheemc2000, @Chrisoulis777, @adamc2000and @Ibn Khaldunfor their companionship and may their days be blessed this month. -
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MC Name: Gutlug’Lur Discord: ThylacineOfTheWastes Image: Description of Image: A painted image of the Lesser Spirit of Water, Voharonk of the Oasis. Used to orient focus of the shaman towards the Spirit during meditation & pilgrimage as an aid. Dimensions: 2 High, 1 Wide
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Gutlug’Lur grunted, the task that was finally awaited had now been complete. He praised the Spirits for aiding in tearing down this Bûrz zkah, for this was not just a victory of the Qalasheen and Allah, but a victory for Clan Lur and the Horde. He snapped the reigns of his Horse, Tulpar, and rode off with his Qalasheen allies…Leaving the destroyed idol to Rah’tuma to erode in the desert winds.
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Gutlug’Lur reminisced on his time with the Qalasheen and their first and unsuccessful attempt at tearing the shrine down...As he read through the Sheikh’s words, he nodded with approval, though not a follower of their ways, he owed Sheikh Abdur his Clan’s aid in this matter. And so Gutlug’Lur began to sharpen his scalping knife, his recent meeting with the Daimyo of Sakuragakura not lost on him, he was honour bound to participate in this ‘Jihad’. The Uruk Shaman picked up a quill, dipped it in Crushed Lapis Ink, and began writing to his Blood-Brother. “Sheikh Abdur Razzaq Al-Mona, lat be the bub’hozh friend and grizh-brother to me, Gutlug’Lur of Clan Lur. I honour myself and the blades of Clan Lur in this ‘Jihad’. Though I am unfamilair with lat’s faith, I shall honour the pact we made. Your lands are rightfully yours as granted by the Rex during the Summit of the South, I stand as witness to right this injustice by the Rah’tuman filth. May Votar grant us strength as we hunt the Bûrz infidels who plague your lands, I swear this.” Lûp Lur Lûp Votar Lûp Krug.
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Gutlug’Lur on the back of a horse through the desert with his travelling companion, the Qalasheen Debb Bin Abdullah Al-Shams, after they had stopped by the Oasis. The two had spoken at length of Rah’tamu’s violation of the Oasis promised to the Qalasheen, when during their ride back to Orgrimmar, Debb had produced one of the letters sent to him. Gutlug’Lur looked upon it, hastily read it, and spat into it and continued his ride back to the Capital. Tossing the missive into the desert sands as their steed rode off, leaving dust in their wake.
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The Lur’Khan Calls! A Claim to Chieftain! A missive, penned in black ink and bearing the seal of Clan Lur, is nailed to the posts of the Lur Village and the Lur Clan Hall of Orcgrimmar. “To anyazh of Clan Lur who reads this, I, Gutlug’Lur of Clan Lur, declare the title of Chieftain. For too long have our people been left without one, for too long I was left rudderless in the Deserts. The Spirits may have robbed me of much of my past, but they have shown me a future with the Clan I was destined to be enjoined. The Spirits have granted me visions of ages past, when I was Lur’Khan. A Chieftain of this great and honourable Clan, the Clan of Lur, Azhborn of KRUG. Yet the past is dead, and I must embrace the Future. Clan Lur needs a Chieftain, both with wisdom and leadership. One who shall act as the Wargoth’s hand and aide. We must also return to our roots as well, for if we do not study our Past, we shall have no future as a Clan. Therefore, I declare the Title of Chieftain, or Lur’Khan. May Votar preserve and grant his bounty to the Children of Lur til the End of Days! The Ink appears to be have been switched to a Blue Ink from crushed Lapis Lazuli. Lûp Votar! Lûp Krug! Lûp Lur!
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DA KLOMP TO DEFY ANZ FATE[PK POST]
Wasteland_Shaman replied to MrMojoMordor's topic in Commonwealth of the Petra
Gutlug’Lur stared at his handiwork, the flayed skin of Ztabba-Zniffa, sans hands and feet, drying out in the Sun. He mused upon how this wayward son of Krug had fallen so far from “Da Way”, that he ended up getting crushed to death by his slain mount…And now here he was, his hide salted and tanning out in the hot desert. He nodded to his assistant, Hakiki, and they spoke at length on life and what led to this happening, regardless, the Gorkil Kub had claimed his prize, the Zniffa’s ‘Zniffa’. Gutlug’Lur placed it next to the patient’s bedside, a worthy trophy for a young Uruk…Yet he still felt a degree of unease. The Uruk sighed, shook his head, and went back to the medical lodge in order to prepare the rest of the goblin’s skinned corpse and hide for presentation to the Krimpgoth… -
Beastslayers Den [Hunting Lodge]
Wasteland_Shaman replied to Bawg's topic in Government of the Iron Horde
Looks at the missive and nods, he picks his bow up and mutters a prayer to Votar. Imploring him to guide this new generation to honour him. -
Name: The Aatmahurk (True Name Gutlug’Lurkhan) Race: Orc Type(s) of Shaman: Farseer, Animist Teacher(s): Gharak’Yar (Gomoore-Farseer) Prauta’Lur (Caravagio-Animist)
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Kong'sho For Huntsgoth!
Wasteland_Shaman replied to CamoRein's topic in Government of the Iron Horde
Gutlug, upon closer examination of the Olog’s “declaration”, merely palms his face and sighs. “Agh dizh be dah azh kim challenge meng vor mengym raitvul pozitzhun ob Huntzgoth? Dah Kub ob Lur izh gonna hab azh hozh tik vit dizh klomp…Ztoopid ologzh kim gruk dey bettah dan Lur gonna vind out dah hard vey dat dey nebber zouldub krozz dah Klan kim be dah bubhozht huntazh agh chozen ob Votar!” -
A missive, penned in blue ink in the Orcish script, pinned with an arrow firmly to the noticeboard of Krugmar. The missive reads as follows, “To dah azh dat tinkzh dat dah title ob Huntzgoth be nub fit for dah Kubzh ob Lur… Zhengyn butun inzult Lur vit zhengyn aktionzh agh grukkage! For hundredzh agh thouzandzh ob Kaktuz Yearz agh Moons, dah Kubzh ob Lur hab been honouring bizhym anzeztor agh forefather LUR! Kub ob KURG! Chozen ob VOTAR! Meng kom to klaim dah title ob Huntzgoth kuz meng AHM Lur’Khan, meng AHM nub afraid ob dah beaztzh agh kritterz dat forestzh’da libzh! Meng AHM readeh for dah challenge ob dah mantle ob Huntzgoth, dizh be dah Legacy ob Lur. Ab Lur waz chozen by Votar gib Bub’hozh huntah, zo too muzt azh Kub ob Lur rize to dah Challenge… May dah zpiritz blezh dah Kubzh ob Lur kim honour dah Anzeztorz agh bizhym Veyzh! Dah Vey ob KRUG! Meng, GUTLUG LUR’KHAN klaim dah mantle ob Huntzgoth edder by dah blezing ob dah Rex agh dah Zpiritz, oa dah Grizh ob dah Klomp! LÛP’LUR, LÛP VOTAR, LÛP KRUG!” Sealed to the bottom of the missive is the seal of Clan Lur, a Wolf and Moon.
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Gutlug, upon one of his treks through the wilderness returns to the orcish city…Coming back to his yurt, Gutlug sets aside his bow and lifts up his latest quarry as a sacrifice to Votar. As the hunter places down the sacrifice onto the altar, Gutlug is in turn granted with a sudden vision of Yarrow, leaving the tree and heading out into the wilderness to parts unknown…Gutlug ponders upon this message from Votar, contemplating on what this vision means. Having spent an arduous time in the wilds, Gutlug pulls the covers of his fur bed. Resting his eyes for the night… The next morning, Gutlug is awoken by the din of the commotion in the city square…Gutlug, taking up his bow and ax, stepped outside of his blargh into the crowd gathered at the Rex’s palace. Turning to one of the congregant Uruks, Gutlug lifts his bow over his head and speaks. “Vat dizh zhak be ‘bout?” The bewildered Uruk replied, “Da Rex Blargh! Ol’ Madoc blah’d he gruk be dah new Wargoth ub Klan Lur! Scarred de Rex’s Blargh! Peep!” The orc points at the scarred mark left by Madoc’s thunderbolt, the marking blackening the red roof of the Rex’s palace…Gutlug strokes his beard, before drawing out his bow and knocking an arrow. He squints his eye, aiming for the spot roughly where the bolt had struck and fired…”Ib Madoc vantzh to be Lurgoth, den meng zhall gib ong de zatizhvaktzhun ub takin’ it!” With a loud “whoosh” the arrow flies, striking the building at the same spot. Upon this, Gutlug wades through the crowd. Speaking to all present. “Meng Gutlug’Lur! Nomad ob Klan Lur! Meng gruk dat de title ob Lur’goth be vor azh kim grukzh dat Klan Lur muzht kom to ongyn bub’hozh glory azh again! Meng zhall akzhept de challange vor de title ob Lurgoth!” Gutlug, wading through the crowd a final time, returns to his yurt to offer prayers to Votar…Along with contemplation on what befalls next,
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Born in a small village on the outskirts of the Orcish desert in the northern reaches of the Iron Uzg, Gutlug was born in the hell of orcish society. In his eighth cycle he was known for having a connection with the spirits and therefore was taken under the wing of the Tribe’s local farseer to be instructed in the ways of his forefathers and foremothers. In spite of this his training was cut short when his teacher was cut down in a raid from a rival tribe at the age of twelve. The old farseer lay dying, whispering words.words to his disciple “beware the fire of the Children of Kurg, never let this consume you”. Fortunately for the tribe, the raid was foiled yet they have been left rudderless from the death of his shaman. His parents had no choice but to take their son in again, yet this would be the first of many sorrows to come. Being on the edge of the desert, his tribe was prey not just from other orcs but slavers of other peoples, just one year later he was enslaved along with his entire tribe by men from the far West. The time spent in their slave pens brought great hardship, Gutlug’s mother died from a sickness that spread through the camp along with half of his tribe. Yet Gutlug plotted to end his oppressors, working together with a small group of orcs from foreign tribes enslaved in the camps, Gutlug plotted to kill their masters. The whispers of the spirits racing through his mind, Gutlug advanced and struck down the slaves after a night of feasting and drunkenness. The battle was hard fought yet when the dust settled, the slavers and their pets were dead. Taking the hide of one of their wolves for his own, Gutlug donned it for himself as the liberated orcs took turns taking the booty from the slaver’s camp. With the survivors from the other clans Gutlug parted ways and returned home to try to rebuild his village for a time. Yet they remained both leaderless and powerless, back at the old camp their rivals had taken over their old hunting grounds leaving the tribe without claim. Eventually this led to the ignominious death of his tribe, the survivors held one last feast before parting ways to join up with other tribes. Gutlug continued to both find justice against the other races who wronged his people and continue the training he was robbed of those years ago. Disclaimer: Gutlug has no knowledge of Shamanic practices other than the religious aspects, this knowledge was robbed from him with the death of his Tribe’s shaman. He has a basic knowledge of the religious and cultural framework yet lacks the ability to practice Magic of any kind. He seeks to complete his training on the server. Likewise he has an interest in alchemy yet knows no alchemical formulas or recipes.
