Spinzir

Wolzug nods his head in approval to the warclaim, stepping out of the palace with a pipe between his lips and proceeding to watch the speech. "Flat da dikhedz." He states simply.

Wolzug gazes over the corpse of the man who once held himself a title as high as the Prick of the Krughai, he slowly shakes his head, making his way off with a quiet mumble and forcing back the tears. "..Gug'ye Wilfrizh."

Wolzug grumbles at the news "Grr.. Mi zhal avenge Wilfrizh."

Name : Wolzug'Lur Clan (Lur , Azog , Gorkil ect) : Lur (Lurklanbestklan) Skin Color (Easier to identify) : Swampy green / dark green.

[b]Name:[/b] Plump [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Race:[/b] Halfling [b]Gender:[/b] Boy

Orc Klomp Mcname: Spinzir RP name: Wolzug Clan: Lur

Wolzug slowly nods to himself as he reads through the poster, his gaze shifting to the bearded woman's face. He then begins writing a reply underneath. "Mi haB BiiN peepin' fur uh HozH albai wiuf FuR zu luung. Mi wud lub latz awl daeh aGh niTe, mi zUUn tu bi albai wiuf. Mi deArleH huup wi kan miit zUUn."

Wolzug passes by the poster, frowning as he scribbles below with a piece of charcoal "nUb"

The posters seem to be gone, ripped away Posters hang at every major roads and cities Mi am zellin' uh hozh snaga. Zhe am ub da ayg bidwihn 8 agh 13. Zhe am veri zmal, red hayr agh hab multikulord zkin. Zhe alzu hab uh mizzin hund. A drawing of the slave can be seen below Biddehn ztartz ad 500 minaz ((MC name: xZaebos))

Zombie horses..Zombie horses, really? Orcs have their own mounts, Gorkil Boars, Lur wolves, Jabbernacks and the list goes on. I don't see why an Orc would suddenly start riding a zombie horse.

I sense racism towards Orcs.

omg this is so fun i think i peed a little.

((I think you're on the wrong side too, Ulfric hates the Empire.))

[OOC]MC NAME: Spinzir [OOC] YOUR NAME: Dralin Ryzar WHAT NATION ARE YOU LOYAL TO, IF ANY: War Uzg, for the most part. YOUR RACE: Dark elf.

YAAY Shoi <3

Finally, welcome back.

You don't need to fight the goblins, does it say you have to? No. If your imagination is so limited you can't figure the other answers out on your own, don't make a VA. Please.

Zarg steps inside the keep, looking for food as usual. He starts to sneak deeper, sniffing for food until a foul smell touches his nose. Zarg changes direction, now sneaking towards the throne with an image of rotten flesh on his mind as he licks his lips rapidly. Zarg steps into the throne room, noticing the dead King on the ground, he starts to panic, unsure what to do. Zarg starts to run around as he holds his head while cursing wildly: "Uuh Skah, skahin' skah!" Zarg turns around, trying to forget what he just saw and starts to run out of the keep, scared for his life he almost is in reach of the last door. A townsman shuts the door just as Zarg is trying to run through it, he hits his head against the door, bouncing back onto the ground, now lying knocked out in the keep while the wild dreams of food come into his mind. Drool flowing down his cheek with a reddish color mixed in from the hit to the head.