RLNGO

"Ridaz of bronze? Like a band of broznez? A bronze band, even?"

Kezmur Vinteki, fighting for his life in an outhouse in Krugmar, is told the news by Klog. Inbetween loud grunts, and quiet crying, mutters "Dem Elfiez finally going on latz own. Powerful."

Kezmur, currently on vacation with the Vinteki crew, gets notice of the announcement that took two decades to create, along with countless nights between him, Gundnant, and the now deceased Grommash. Despite this delay, he was heard screaming "ZOUTHERN PRIDE!!!" for hours.

Coolest dude on the server. sucks to see him go.

God bless, christ is king. 

another excellent hordic victory.

A great victory for the effeminate, silky skin, cute, and proud lover of many Heorcs, Klog. Having him represent what many orcs stand for is brave.

Yah we should prolly ban homophobia if we already ban colorism/racism. Ban transphobia too + romance rp

Transfer and Reappointment of Targoth

Since I have taken over as Vizer, the sorry state of the Krughai has only worsened, despite three different targoths, dozens of warbosses, and many others attempting to fix it. The latest victim of the position, and fellow Vinteki Clansmen, is being replaced. He bears no fault of his own in this matter. Despite his best efforts, few know or respect him outside the field of combat. Regardless of his actions, he has had trouble gaining influence with his fellow Urukhim . Therefore, under decree of Rex, and my own authority, I am removing him from this position. He will henceforth serve in an advisor role to the Vizer.

I acknowledge that Targoth traditionally has been a position held by our strongest and most militant Uruk. However, the current Targoth and the Rex have both agreed that he needs to be replaced urgently by someone with competence and veterancy. After some thought about how we can we replace him as he is still by far the strongest and most capable Orc, I will replace him with Grozthzark’Dom, and if anyone wishes to challenge this appointment, they first must challenge the former Targoth and win, then fight Grozthzark’Dom.

Grozthzark has presented to me his vision for the reforms of the Krughai, and I, along with Rex, view it to be imperative that he seizes control of this failing institution. While all other officers of the left hand have succeeded beyond belief, both in diplomacy and espionage, the military remains in a failed state. Grozthzark will be given appropriate resources and manpower but his efforts will be able to decide the success of the military.

Those who wish to disrupt the current reforms would therefore have to win two consecutive duels. I understand that this violates our past traditions, yet the sorry state of the Krughai demands it. I will also impose the follow rules on further challenges:

Targoth can only be challenged once for in either a duel that allows all magicks and is observed by several others, managed by the Vizer, or the Targoth may instead elect to fight three times wearing steel plate, a daemonsteel sword, also refereed by the Vizer. 

If obstructionists still wish to seize control of the military, I will still hold the singular right to replace and remove useless warriors from the highest military position within our Rexdom.

 

His Most Martial and Masculine Excellence, the Grand Vizier of the Iron Horde, Master of the Left Hand, Savior of Adrian Women and Children, Destroyer of Westmark, Imprisoner of the Cuckold King, Joint Wargoth of the Vinteki-Vuhk, Defeater of the Haenser Army, Lover of Haenser women, Jailor of the Many-Captured King, Noted Martial Arts Enthusiast, and Proud Urukhim Supremacist, Defeater of Doors, Lord of the Southmarch, Grand Admiral of the Fleet, High Marshall of the Good Guys Alliance, Supreme Commander of the Aaunish Airforce, Supreme Commandant General of the Holy Confederation of Hating Unnecessary Titles,

Kezmur Vinteki





 

Kezmur was confused. How could the armless, scarred man sign an agreement? He was shocked he was still considered alive. Whatever the case, Hyspian independence perhaps meant the desert could see some peace.

Kezmur was stupefied and maddened as Reynard held no titles, and was simply given an old fort to live in with his family and brothers when they were wanderers. He never had betrayed his canonism or his beliefs while he lived in Krugmar, and was a good friend and man who kept darkspawn out of the desert. He would mourn his loss and decide to hunt down the liars that used the orcs hospitality towards Reynard against him.

Kezmur would sit in his mudhut, proud of the orcs everlasting commitment to diversity of opinion and individuality. He would think of men like @AlternisJand @olpx, proud 'non-traditionalists' in Krugmar that were widely accepted. The traditions of the humans would eventually have to break if they ever hoped to advance to progressivism, acceptance, and civil advancement that were bountiful in Krugmar. His nation pride made him so happy that he decided to abduct and punt a Hypsian child off the aviary. 

Kezmur, knowing every single nation on Aevos routinely checks for darkspawns,demons and voidals, and knowing that the shamans provide the most harmless testing out of any group, and also knowing the shaman lodge are the only people in entire desert who are trying to stop the constant darkspawn swarm, does not care. 

Kezmur, upon reading the missive, thought something was awry. He would start rallying his klan to talk to the rex. Minto would not be disposed of by a lodge who answered to no one.

Kezmur, the Orcvizer and political commisar serving faithfully under the Rex, would get onto the Rexrock and announce the following to the orcs huddled around the square.

"The people throughout the South have been plunged into bitter suffering and tribulations since the Hyspian and Coalition reactionary government betrayed the fatherland, colluded with imperialists, and launched the counter-revolutionary war. Fortunately our Southern Liberation Army, backed by the whole nation, has been fighting heroically and selflessly to defend the territorial sovereignty of our homeland, to protect the people's lives and property, to relieve the people of their sufferings, and to struggle for their rights, and it eventually wiped out the reactionary troops and overthrew the reactionary rule of the Hyspian occupation government."

Now, the Orcish War of Northern Liberation has been basically stalled out to the point they arent trying to kill us anymore, and the majority of the people in the country have been saved. On this foundation, the first session of the Southern Summit Conference, composed of delegates of all the  parties and people's organization of Aevos, the Krughai, the various regions and nationalities of the country, and the overseas Oni and other patriotic elements, has been convened.

Kezmur would be pictured below.

Kezmur would watch on the whitewash and his brutal duel, thinking he had regained any honor he had lost in the eyes of Krug.

Kezmur read the missive and was shocked. He shouted"WOW! Mi cannot believe Haense wuz the bad guys all along! Something must be done or the canoist church will explode or something!" Quickly thereafter he returned to butchering a captured Hyspian child alive for the goblin soup.

Kezmur was so excited about the prospect of slaughtering more Haensers that he summoned all the goblins and feorcs to grab as much sand, dirt, mud, and stolen makeup they could find. They surrounded him, dumping plaster and mud on his face. Head to toe, he had caked his body in order to look like a pale Adrian. He had shamans finish his disguise with magical bindings and alchemical potions. He made plans to ride into Adria, kill a man, and steal his identity so he could fight in the upcoming battle. Kezmur would be there, fighting on the walls, and no one would be the wiser. Surely no one would figure out that the 8 foot tall 'man' whose skin was constantly peeling off was an orc.

To the victors go the spoils!

This is so huge orcbros.

2 minutes ago, _Jandy_ said:

In the mystical realm of Aevos, where the winds whisper tales of ancient lore and the trees bear witness to the secrets of the ages, a solitary orc named Grothzark'Dom embarked on a journey of both rest and fortification. The verdant woods, with their towering trees and the soft rustle of leaves, became the backdrop for a narrative that unfolded with a delicate balance between tranquility and industrious activity.

Grothzark'Dom, a figure of strength and resilience in the orcish community, traversed the dense foliage with a purpose that transcended the mundane. The orc sought not only a place of repose but also a haven where the energies of the natural world intertwined with the ethereal essence of magic. The woods, alive with the pulsating heartbeat of nature, held the promise of a secluded sanctuary for Grothzark'Dom to rest and rejuvenate.

As the orc ventured deeper into the heart of the woods, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves created a mesmerizing play of shadows on the forest floor. The ambient sounds of chirping birds and rustling critters provided a soothing backdrop to Grothzark'Dom's exploration. Each step resonated with a primal connection to the land, as if the very earth beneath acknowledged the presence of this formidable orc.

In the midst of this sylvan paradise, Grothzark'Dom discovered a serene clearing, bathed in the gentle glow of sunlight filtering through the foliage above. The air carried a fragrant bouquet of wildflowers, and a gentle breeze whispered through the branches, creating a symphony of nature's melody. It was in this idyllic setting that Grothzark'Dom chose to lay down, the soft grass beneath serving as a natural bed for the weary orc.

As Grothzark'Dom embraced the serenity of the woodland clearing, a transformation began to unfold in the surrounding environs. Unbeknownst to the orc, the very essence of the woods responded to the presence of a being in need of rest. The flora and fauna, attuned to the ebb and flow of magical energies, seemed to weave a protective cocoon around Grothzark'Dom, creating an ephemeral barrier that shielded the orc from disturbances.

Meanwhile, beyond the confines of the woods, the orcish community rallied together in a collective effort to fortify their surroundings. The resonance of hammers striking anvils and the rhythmic chants of incantations echoed through the air. Every member of the orcish tribe, from the seasoned warriors to the skilled craftsmen and powerful shamans, lent their expertise to the monumental task at hand.

The fortification effort took shape as a manifestation of communal determination and unity. Mighty walls, crafted from enchanted stones and imbued with the very essence of the land, rose to encircle the orcish settlement. Towers adorned with ancient symbols of protection punctuated the landscape, their presence a testament to the orcish commitment to safeguarding their home.

Amidst this industrious endeavor, the orcish community became a tapestry of diverse talents and strengths. Warriors honed their skills, craftsmen meticulously shaped the fortifications, and shamans communed with the spirits of the land to infuse magic into the very foundation of their defenses. It was a harmonious convergence of individual abilities, each contributing to the collective resilience of the orcish tribe.

Back in the woods, Grothzark'Dom, unaware of the bustling activity beyond the tree line, rested in blissful repose. The woodland creatures, attuned to the ebb and flow of magical energies, gathered around the slumbering orc, their presence a silent acknowledgment of the harmony between the natural world and the beings that inhabited it.

As day turned to night and the celestial tapestry adorned the sky with twinkling stars, a sense of fulfillment enveloped Grothzark'Dom's resting form. The orc, connected to the very heartbeat of the land, found solace in the embrace of nature's sanctuary. Unbeknownst to Grothzark'Dom, the fortification effort beyond the woods reached its zenith, culminating in a formidable defense that stood as a testament to the orcish tribe's resilience.

The night unfolded with a quiet majesty, and as the orcish community reveled in the accomplishment of their collective labor, Grothzark'Dom awoke to the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the branches. Energized and rejuvenated, the orc rose from the natural bed and ventured back to the orcish settlement, guided by an innate sense of unity with the tribe.

In the first light of dawn, Grothzark'Dom returned to the fortified enclave, where the orcish community awaited with a mixture of pride and gratitude. The woods, now a sacred haven forever intertwined with the orc's slumber, bore witness to a tale of rest and fortification that echoed through the annals of fantasy. In the end, Grothzark'Dom's journey became not just a personal quest for repose but a saga of collective strength, where the interplay of nature, magic, and orcish determination shaped the destiny of a realm steeped in enchantment.

So true

Kezmur looks and feels so proud of his Rex for constructing such a cute little fort that is very pretty and visually pleasing.