Tom_Whiteman

"Ub vhut, Malug?"

"Wi em chayngin' da dezurt tew whut?"

Zogrocka would ascend to the plateau upon the sounding of the horn. His head would sweeply bow towards the shamans already there "Ug bruddahz."

[i was unbanned.] Zogrocka scratches his neck in boredom as he thinks if anyone will reply to his littered-letter scheme.

Band name - Zogrocka's Warband Bandmaster - Zogrocka'Rax Band Clan affiliation - Roaming Band Bandmates - Ozkur'Rax, Krago'Rax, Eath'Lur, Zar'roc'Yar.

Zogrocka's Warband Zogrocka's warband is a warband under the nation of the Uzg. Raiding, pillaging, klomping, and defiling enemy race's land is a task completed by the warband daily. They can be spotted along the Anthos highway, mainly holding up those who pass by. They warband is open up to other races, however, various tasks are required and they'll still be treated like pawn scum, only the Orc's pawn scum. A crumpled and torn letter lays upon the Anthos highway. "Mi herd lat wunted baytul! Mi gib lat baytul! Mi em Zugrucka ub da Rax klan, agh mi'll gib lat a juub wurkin' az mi purzunul zlayv, unlezz lat Uruk, bub ivh lat nut, lat kayn bi mi zlayv! Nub pai, bub lat'll uurn hunur agh klompin' eyxzperieunz. REPLI TEW MI" ​[if interested, respond to this letter in any way shape or form, and fill out this inclusive app!] MC Name: Forum Name: Char Name: Skype: PvP Skill:

Zogrocka roars in confidence, ready to hunt down Hu-Din and purge the "smart" Olog-king!

I suggest continuing to try. You can talk to me in-game, I'm Zogrocka, a shaman from longggg agooooooo.

Swgr has an IC reasoning for not being active, Slic3 is beyond hell busy OOCly, Icelifreakx gets on when he has time, and Geo's character was mere exorcised of its wraith. All in all, you'd realize that there are three left, all three still dedicated. That's at everyone who thinks Wraiths are inactive.

Kha' are very violent towards other races. In lore they are scared of everyone except their kin, they're always backed into a corner. A Kha' will always attack when you step on its land. Orcs are honorable, if you're strong or show an abundance of honor, shamans may be content on teaching you far seer.

Farseer is a greater chance. This magic is restricted to only Kharajyr.

10/10 would bang

Korsol would twirl Z's phylactery in hand...

Y'all not even clique material.

Cricket (Provincial/National/Club), Baseball (Wit da boiz), Track & Field (School/Club for a year), Cross Country(School/Club for a year), Badminton (School), Tennis (Wit da bae), Table Tennis (Just to smack dem asians out there), Chess (School).

[swaer 2 gad i no alt]

All which starts in blood… Ends with it… The Orcish people of the Uzg grow tiresome. Some wonder of where the Undead went, some tend to their cattle, some may care to their crops. But Malog sits in contemplation. All is now peaceful and silent, terrifically boring for Orcs. The Orcish shaman walks around the goi, observing the peaceful ponds and the goblins craft their heavy artillery for when the time comes around. A soft breeze passes by his ear, sending him in confusion for a moment. He makes his way back out of the goi, observing the headwind, he calls on a few other shamans to arrive, those shamans bringing warriors. No one knows what set the shaman off… But something was eerie about today’s wind. A hollow voice was carried along with the wind, whispering to the said gatherers, “Bruuhduhz…” It then fell silent, the Orcs taking a few more steps towards the next gust of wind “BRUUUHDUHZ,” the voice would quaken “Tu duh zuuth.” On that note, the Orcs would in fact journey south a kilometer. They find themselves on a dividing dune, looking over to a large tree. A figure would appear to the Orcs, unfamiliar; afterwards, vanishing from their sight. Some gasp, some groan, but Malog truly questions. They approach the tree, finding themselves going down its roots and towards the tree’s core. Finally, they arrive to a burning fire, spiritual essence emitting from the flames. A voice gracefully greets them, “Throm’ka.” They’d edge closer to the fire, looking into it “Bruhddazh.” Orcs would question what the voice was, many saying it was the spirit of Reyna, but Malog dismissed the fact. “Mi kum tew wurn lat,” the voice would say, “agh burz’muthzum am kummin.” The eyes of the Orcs widened the headed back to their goi, shouting at the women and children to take hold in their homes. Defense was taken behind the tall stock of cactus green… But nothing happened… Time passed and the Orcs sat in question, some joked about how it might’ve actually been Reyna’s spirit and that it just came back to pull a measly prank. However, a storm cloud began to gather, and droplets of drain began to patter against the sand, the sound of thunder cutting the wind. They retake position, unsheathing their crafted blades and some shamans murmuring for blessings to be taken upon them… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rp4GijAIaMg The storm cloud finally makes its way unto the goi, lightning bolts hitting the ground as an echoing voice sounds from within, “BURZ’FRUM ZUGRUCKAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The rain would pick up, the cloud tailing itself and seeming to form a funnel cloud. Within moments, the Orcs shout at each other, most hoping that it was Reyna, however many Orcs slapping the nonsense out of the others and confirming that it is Zogrocka. The funnel cloud would open up, now completely over the Orcs. A blackened sphere would form within the funnel, being shot down towards the Orcs, burying itself in the earth. An endless oblivion would open up, the looks of a black hole. A mist would pour out of it, forming a brute figure, having the identical looks of the figure they saw in the desert. It was Zogrocka. Sands quickly shifted, pulling forwards to Zogrocka. Buubztik jumped down, axe raised at scorched Orc. However, a sinkhole opened before the dark shaman, pulling Buubztik downwards and the sand turning to stone above him, encasing him within. Another Orc jumps down at Zogrocka, his morningstar held high, hitting Zogrocka across the side and sending him back unto the portal. A boom would escape the portal’s frame, sending the Orcs backwards, crumbling some of the weak sandstone below, allowing for Buubztik to escape the sinkhole. Tendrils shoot out from the portal, the sand turning to ash the moment they meet with said tendrils. The landscape chars quickly, the tendrils meeting once again to form another Orcish structure. Zogrocka’s voice booms, the sand around him shooting downwards into an opening of oblivion. Orcs struggle to survive, clawing at the sand. Buubztik circles around once again, jumping into the air to kick Zogrocka backwards and back into the portal, Buubztik, Eath, and Malog making their way unto the postal as well. Zogrocka is shot back into the portal, along with Eath, Malog, and Buubztik. The three shamans find themselves in a realm of blackness, unaware of the surroundings. Thier forms turn into a white hue, brightening the area around them. Their eyes scour the blackened terrain, searching for signs of Zogrocka… But nothing is seen nor found. A dark figure begins to resonate between the three, at this moment, they all swing fists towards it, the figure vanishing as a chuckle is heard from afar, “GHAHAHURHURHUR!” A red light shines in the distance, grasping the attention of the three shamans. The light forms into the frame of Zogrocka, taking on his traits and features. Buubztik charges at the reddened frame, and so does it. Zogrocka’s face is met with a knee, sending him flying backwards. The two other shamans jump in, all fighting Zogrocka at once, beating him until the reddened colour leaves his spirit and leaves him white like the other Uruks. Darkness creeps in to the four, with Zogrocka now coloured white. At this moment a ripple in the sky would open and Thurak’Yar would fall through, his body too taking on the whitened colour. The four shamans now stare down at the dark shaman, eyes wide in question on his sudden change. The landscape around them now takes on a more natural aura, trees, grass, foothills, fresh air, and sunlight flourishes. Zogrocka now awakens, his form taking on that of his younger years, before he was a dark shaman. His head bobs around in confusion, scurrying back slightly at sight of the four Orcs. He asks where he is, and the Orcs reply to him, though believing that he is tricking them into a trap once again. The four Orcs talk among themselves and decide to take him to Enrohk to see if he is truly cleansed of his evil. The five follow the sun for several days, soon arriving to the battlegrounds of the ancient clan wars. They witness the Orcs fighting amongst each other, and in the distance they spot a heavily armoured Goliath. They approach it, and in moments the Goliath spots them, also approaching them. The four shamans question the spirit on Zogrocka’s purity, which the spirit confirms. Enrohk would open a portal to the mortal plane for the five to pass through, which they do so, congratulating Zogrocka on his return… However Zogrocka still confused on the time and the land, having no recollection on the time he was a dark shaman.

Nice profile picture.

Now all we need to do is bring back the VAT...