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  1. For the title of Rukagoth *This letter is posted onto the town board as well as another copy being delivered to the rex personally* Two young ambitious children of Krug, Mash the Orc and Ghân-Buri the Goblin sat down at a tavern in Krugmar over one too many drinks. The bustle of the city surrounding them was a sight to behold. Many busy merchants scurried from stall to stall trying to make their H’Teeflings, while stout warriors of the Iron’Uzg celebrated the victory of their skirmish in Balian. Upon closer observation they realized the bruddahz returning from their battle had dulled weapons, tarnished armor, and one orc wasn’t even wearing a helmet. They begin to think that the kingdom of the orcs was in need of resource reform to ensure its warriors and citizens were well equipped to succeed at whatever they might attempt. Although they were relatively new to the iron horde they begun to discuss some of the opportunities for advancement and ended up with this missive. Dear citizenz of Krugmar. Mi been in Krugmar for a while now agh mi like tu peep change. In mi eyes, Uruks seem disorganized, mi agh Ghâni-Bur would like tu help anywhere we can. We peeped dat Krugmar need someone tu take care of da resourcez, mi agh Ghâni-Bur have grukk’d some ideas like making town cow farm for Uruks tu breed cowz tu get leather for uz tu supply our army for Wagh, have any Uruk who be interested mine our minez so we can have supplies to defend Krugmar and all citizenz living within as well as having suppliez tu go out and klomp when we want. mi agh Ghân-Buri want tu make it where we nub have to wait on raw resourcez tu do anything agh have it where we could arm every brudda agh ziztah when we need tu at moment notice. Luv Mash agh Ghâni-Bur.
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    You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Mash looks puzzled and sits and tires not to think too much about how she's been expecting him "Well at a young age I've helped my father do various odd jobs for the tribe but we've spent a lot of time training with big sword and spears scavenging ruined towns in the deserts, mining for ore in abandoned mines to make weapons when needed and protecting the tribe when monsters or people come to bring us harm." Mash smiles "Father told me "don't worry about tribe for a while" he told me "I have become good warrior and now its time for me to explore the world to see what it has offer" so here I am. I hope to explore around and see what world has to offer. I also want to get better at fighting so I can protect tribe better. Maybe even learn how to craft things but I don't know yet."
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