Jutra

((I hear ya Ned - that's why I asked folks to start really getting together and go hunt for the warnations food supply. Your huge contribution is the only reason we are still doing OK as far as inventory goes. But like I said we definalty need more orcs giving raw meat cause I'm seeing lots of stacks going every day.))

*Jutra looks through the food chests under her burrow, making faces as she sees how much inventory has been taken.* "hmm me grunk we neb to hab a bub'hosh huntz fur da warnation's fud chests. Maybe me blah wid Jarkarll and him arrange fur da orcs tu gu on a huntz." *She pats her expanding belly* "me nub able tu harvest da wheats right now and des penned animlaz are tuu lazy to breed nebber mind grow up!" *looks down at her tummy and smiles* "nub lyke lats - lats growing and growing su momo can't du aniting but sit and cuuk or bake!" *feels her stomach grumble and starts munching on a cuukie* "baking....I gruk I hab zum eggz me could myke sum cake!" *hobbles back up da ladder of the celler and waddles around to her front door, to her cuukery and starts getting ingedients ready to start her baking humming as she works.* ((OOC - while we are not exactly running low we are experienceing a higher then typical run on our stocks. Bread isn't going to cut it for the lot of you and for some reason the penned animlas are rather stubborn about breeding and growing up. I'm hoping some of you get together and bring in a large amount of raw meat for me to cook and keep our chests full. I am greatful for the donations I have found in our chests for me to cook but it seems we are taking more then we are giving and I'd like us to keep our stocks up - thank you))

Focus! - please elves, stay on topic - we're here to fix the problem find something that will bring harmony within our ranks. The last posts arn't helpful or on topic. Keep up the ideas - I'm sure you will find one worth pursueing

wow what a great post - I really applaud the maturity you've shown in the last post. Seriously one or more of you "leader" types from the Mori side please take up his offer and lets start building a better RP situation for all.

Focus elves - you want to stop the bickering, who's right, who's wrong, justifying your actions from the past, and get on with bettering your relations with each other. Let go of the past and focus on making the future better. *seriously - as a mother I am really feeling the urge to tell you all to go to your rooms until you can treat the other with respect and play nice! if that's too harsh for you then use the old "if you can't say somethng nice, don't say nothing at all" Either should work well here, and you get the point right?

Yeah...Jutra's adoptive halfling family, prior to be bar-b-qued a la Pok, had quite a few scars on their faces from her early attempts to give kisses like everyone else. It was mutually decided that rubbing cheeks was a safer way for her to show affection since her tucks were a safter distance away from the other's face.

Just to make it clear - Goblins are a mix of Orc and Elf - halfling are not part of thier genetic makeup. Also - the other reason for speaking blah is it's easier to speak for an orc - your vocal cords etc are different then the other races and you have tusks that make saying some of the common words dang hard to do. Imagine trying to talk with both your fingers pulling each side of your month open. - you know that childhood thing where you put your fingers in your mouth and tried to say " hockey puck" - yeah well that's the equivalent with your tucks. The others have given you some great advice. Good luck with your goblin, lore and all.

Here's my 2 cents... Find something better to do. What I mean is that both groups are probably board to tears Rp wise that the only thing either side does is go bug the other, either with an attack or a kidnapping. You really want to get over this hatred you have for each other OOC or otherwise - find some reason to work or live together. Find an RP reason to get over your differences (doesn't mean you change your IC opinions just put them on hold or keep them to yourselves) and work or live together for the greater good of both groups. Now it's up to you guys what that "thing" is that does this but if you find it then you can do something other then bug each other. Possible idea off the top if my head: Huge meteor hits the high elves city and they all need to relocate to the Mori's figure out a reason this is so then have both groups want to help get that city back up and running. While working together you gain some amount of respect or understanding about the other. Some illness has befallen the elves in general so they decide to work together to find a cure. They need special items from around the lands so they work together to find them. Which leads them to have more repect for each others group(s). Maybe it's realted some sort of poison so the Mori are needed for sure to help find this cure. You guys can come up with something creative I'm sure.

Well - if you want stuff written up - We can put it in goggle docs and work from there if you like - that way you can then add the final product formatted the way you want in the spot you want etc.

I'm saying that the war uzg works as a commune sort of society where the nation gives out "free items" like repairs or food but it expects every orc to give back to the war uzg the best way that orc can - be it ore, building blocks, items like bones and raw meat, wood etc.

I'm thinking something about us trading and not using shinines amoungst ourselves - that sort of thing would prove important to new and returning orcs.

Jutra, trying hard not to cry, over all the work and thought Jarkarll had put into his gift to her, sets the sword aside and wraps her arms around him. “Zo zemar, lat honourah me wid dis bub’hosh gift.” Me lub id becauz id shuw lat bub’hosh lub fur me. Me display dis sword so eberash will peep it.. (My heart, you honour me with this amazing gift. I love it because it shows your great love for me. I will display it so everyone will see it.) Jarkarll wraps his arms around her to embrace her. “ Zo vogal tursh, lat gruk me lub lat. Agh me du anytin fo lat.” (My little pickle, you know I love you. And I will do anything for you.)

As Jarkall left their burrow the passing before, Jutra, had decided to do some cooking to occupy her time, she had the feeling that he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon and though she missed him, she felt he was ok and there wasn’t anything to worry about. When she finished up filling the food cellar chests, she cleaned up her kitchen and went to bed for the night. Waking the next morning, she felt Jarkarll was still asleep. She shrugged and went about feeding ,breeding and culling the livestock which took up most of her morning. Mid passing she took a break making a quick meal for herself. She then walked over to the wheat and melon fields to see what needed to be done. She worked diligently though the afternoon harvesting the fields that were mature and reseeding them. By darkfall she was finished in the fields and had put away the crops for use later on. She started making dinner and proceeded to make enough for both them since he was going to show up at their burrow about that time.

At home, and squared away from their adventure, Jarkarll sits on the couch relaxing. Jutra meanwhile, had taken a quick bath to get all the travel dirt and grim off of her ..and of course the blood. Everything washed off except for the tattoo over her heart. She didn’t give much thought, figuring it would wash away over time. Refreshed, with a fresh set of clothes, Jutra walked back to her cookery. She starts gathering items together to make the last meal of the passing. As she works on it, she decides on how to approach the next parts of the One and Only tradition. “Jarkarll....lat iz Targoth and Huntzgoth, lat hab a bub’hosh Blarg in da city yub? (Jarkarll....you are Warmaster and Huntmaster, you have a big huge house in the city yes?) Me lib in da Strigzgoi, above da smitthy. (I live in the city above the smithy) Jarkall says and starts smiling because he knows what she is working up to asking him. Jutra frowns, “Lat bub’hosh orc with bub’hosh titles and honour and lat juz lib ober da smithy? (You are a great orc with great titles and honour and you just live over the smith?) Jarkarll shrugs still grinning and says “Yub” (Yes) Jutra stops her work and looks at Jarkarll. “Well this settles the “who’s burrow do we live in” part of the tradition” she thinks. Cleaning her hands on the scrap of cloth she kept near her countertops, she moves over to where Jarkarll is sitting. For the sake of tradition she had to ask him formally, but she just knew he was going to say yes. “Jarkarll...part ob Ash and Unly’s iz mobing into ash ob dere burrows tugedder, ib lat dun hab ash den...” (Jarkarll..part of the One and Only tradition is moving into one of their burrows together, if you don’t have one then...) .Jarkarll grins, congratulating himself for guessing correctly, “... would lat lib ‘ere wid me? (...would you live here with me?)) Jarkarll faces Jutra, still grinning. “ Jutra, dat bub’hosh. Me gun lib vid lat ere!” (Jutra that’s great, I’m going to live with you here.) Jutra sits next to Jarkarll and slids her arms around him, silently patting herself on the back for being right “Lat ‘appy with dis, lat want tu lib wid me ‘ere? (You’re happy with this, you want to live with me here?) she asks. Jarkarll hugs her back and nods, he sits his big head on top of hers, all the while grinning. “Lat iz zo blessing frum Krug Jutra, trully zo blessing from Krug.”(You are my blessing from Krug, Jutra, truly my blessing from Krug.) “Lat is zo, Jarkarll lat iz Zo Zemar.(You are mine Jarkarll, You are My Heart) More cuddling ensues until their tummies growl at them. Jutra reluctantly goes back to the cookery to finish the meal. Their supper finished, the couple retires to the living room couch. Jarkarll, up to his old tricks starts tickling her, making her giggle like a little girl. Her giggles meant she was happy and as sappy as it sounded all he truly cared about was her happiness. He chuckled as she tried to tickle him, these delightful “fights” usually ended in each other arms and this one was no different. Jutra, finally able to catch her breath from all her laughter, gives him another hug then untangles herself from him. Putting her hand up for him to stay, she runs down the hall and into her room, this was the last part of the tradition and she was sure she had picked the right gift for him. She had gotten it in hopes of this moment. Remembering he had brought the sound box on the ship. She raced back to Jarkarll, her gift behind her back, she smiles as she hands it to him. Giddy with anticipation of his reaction. As Jutra reveals what’s behind her back, Jarkarll’s grin grows bigger and bigger, he had a feeling she going give him a disk. He moves his hand to accept the gift, gently taking it from hers. “Jutra...des dicz, I dun gruk wut tu blah, it bub’hosh lat gib id tu me.” (Jutra this disk...I don’t know what to say, it’s great that you give this to me) He turns the record round and round in his hands, a look of amazement on his face. “me remembah lat hab da soundz box on da ship from da old lands, me gruked lat might wunt mur des soundz dicz tu play on it” (I remembered you had a sound box on the ship from the old lands and I thought you might like more sound disks to play on it.) she explains.

She looks down where he was touching, but can only feel them. As he pulls his hand away, she can see fresh blood on his finger tips. Her gaze follows his fingers as they raise to his face. There with her blood, he make several tattoos on his face. Still mesmerised by what he is doing, she watches him make one more over his heart. Moving his fingers along his own necklace he then then proceeds to paint a tattoo over her heart and locks his hand with hers. With both symbols drawn, he smears more blood on his fingers and runs a line from the symbol over his heart, down his forearm, crossing over from his hand to hers, up her forearm and over to the symbol on her heart. “ Peep dat? ” (See that?) he asks, making sure she has taken everything in,” lat agh me be ash.” (you and I are one.) He moves his fingers back to where his necklace lies, lowering his lips to her ear he grunts, Me wear dis wid miburr, ...will lat? (I wear this with pride....will you?) Watching Jarkarll painting his face and chest with her blood piques her orcish nature, a need to answer his challenge comes to life within her, unlocking their hands, she gathers her hair together and plies a quick braid in it, displaying her necklace fully. Moving both her hands to his chest, and her lips to his ear, she growls softly, “...wid miburr”. (...with pride)

Jutra, finally, coming down from her instinct induced high, tries to take stock of what just happened. She freezes when she finds herself hunched over Jarkarll`s big body. Something red catches her eyes, and she sees a macabre “necklace” of small wounds and bloody scratches crisscrossed along his neck. Mortified, she looks for something to clean up the wounds, whispering harshly, `Me did diz to lat? Me didn’t gruk wut me waz doing, me sorry, I sorry..” (I did this to you? I didn’t know what I was doing, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...) She berates herself until her words disintegrate into sobs while trying in vain to find something to clean him. Jarkarll finally takes both her hands in one of his and puts his other on her cheek, he wipes away her tears and gently tilts her head until their eyes meet.

Jutra finds herself needing to follow Jarkarlls lead, she takes Jarkarll’s hand and places it where her heart is repearts, “Diz be me zemar, it’s latz nuw”(This is my heart, it’s yours now.) “Den lat agh me be ash”,(Then you and I are one) he whispers softly in her ear. “Lat agh me be ash”, (You and I be one) she whispers almost reverentially. Having said what seems to be vows to each other, they embrace and rub noses. Smiling and a little bewildered, they let go. Jutra finding her composure, locates then opens the pickle jar, she sets one between her lips, then offers the jar to Jarkarll.

Jutra smiled at his reaction to this, then said, “Frum wut Ugroth blah too me dis nub wut orc mates du.” (From what Ugroth told me, this isn’t what orc mates do.) Urukz mates are fur habing cubbies. Dey hab many matez...me neber want dat with lat.“ Jarkarll confessed. (Orc mates are fur having cubs . Orcs have many mates...I never want that with you. “I wud neber want to be ash of many” (I would never want to be one of many) she said with a small frown.

Jutra finds a melon slice and munches it. She then begins her telling. Halflings respect da seasons, agh celebrate da ‘arvest. A hosh ‘arvest takes: Patience, weddur, soil, water, protection, devotion, seeds agh wurk Each ob des tings are represented in an ash agh unly union. (Halflings respect the seasons, and celebrate the harvest. A great harvest takes: patience, weather, soil, water, protection, devotion, seeds, and work. Each of these things are represented in a “One and Only” union.)) “Patience,” she states, A hosh crop nub happen ober ash passing, dey take bub’hosh tyme before lat can ‘arvest it, Ash agh Unly’s develope ober tyme. it’s nub happens in a passing. (Patience: A good crop can not happen over one passing, they take a long time before you can harvest it, One and Only’s develop over time. It doesn’t happen over a passing.) Rain or sun da hosh ‘arvest gitz and nebs both – Ash agh unly stands tall in dere trust dat dere their union wedder all tings bedder togedder. (Rain or sun, the great harvest wants and needs both- One and only’s stand tall in their trust that their union will weather all things for better or for worse, together.) Soil is da burrow they lib in, - Tu halflings, da symol ob famlee iz da burrow agh itz blazing fireplaze. A bub’hosh furnished burrow means a bub’hosh famlee libs dere. (Soil is the burrow they live in, To halflings the symbol of family is the burrow and its blazing fireplace. A well furnished burrow shows a cared for family lives there.) Water is the tyme they take tu care agh nourish each udder.. Lat nub care fur lat crops dey flatten. Each ash needs tu take tyme to strengthen de bondz between the union. (Water is the time they take to care and nurture each other. If you don’t care for your crops they die. Each one needs to take time to strengthen the bonds between them.) Protection is da fencez around da crops to keep out lib stocks and monsters. Lat protect de union from invaders az well. (Protection is the fences around the crops to keep out both livestock and monsters. You protect the union from invaders was well.) Devotion is loyalty and faithfulness tu each udder. Ib lat out working on anudder’s farm den lat nub taking care of latz ownz. (Devotion is loyalty and faithfulness to each other. If you’re out working on another's farm then you are not taking care of you own.) Seeds iz de liddle tings in life – Du da de liddle tings in life as they in turn into da bub’hosh tings in libe.(Seeds are the little things in life. You take care of the little things as they turn into the big things in life.) Wurk iz making the udder feel lub, cherished, agh special. Ib nub done once ib done ober and ober, ib neber ends. Lat can nub have a hosh ‘arvest or a hosh Ash and Unly withoud continual wurking on id.(Work is making the other feel loved, cherished, and special. It isn’t done once, it’s done over and over, it never ends. You can’t have a good harvest or a good One and Only union without continually working on it.) When ash du des tings wid a ‘arvest o wid an Ash agh Unly union , da ‘arvest or union. be bub’hosh. (When one does all these things with a harvest or with an One and Only union, the harvest or union will be successful.) Jutra picks up another melon slice and nibbles on it waiting for Jarkarll’s reaction.

Jutra revels upon hearing this, she gives his nose a quick rub with her own then reaches for the dried meat, finding and eating a slice, she then asks, “Jarkarll did me eber tell lat about da halfling’s Ash and Unly’s?” (Jarkarll did I every tell you about halfling’s One and Only’s? )

Jutra looks at Jarkarll, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she looks down at the blanket then back up to his face and whispers ... fur lat...me gib eberting. Lat all me gruks about. Me rather stop breating then lib widout lat., “me lub lat.” ( For you... I’d give up everything. You are all I think about. I’d rather stop breathing then live without you, I love you.) Jarkarll, thrilled with her confession, jumps up, taking Jutra with him. He swings her around and around while laughing and chuckling. Jutra giggling and laughing along with him. The two finally stop and drop to the blanket. Jutra sets about fixing the food items that were toppled during their little dance, while Jarkarll grabs some slices of melon to munch on. Jutra takes her time, reflecting on what this now means. She didn’t want to be a mate or a life mate - “one of many “ or “favoured one of many”, was not what she wanted for herself. There was no way she would ever accept such a relationship. Orc culture allowed any orc to mate with whomever they wanted whether mated with the person/orc or not. No re-precautions, if anything the outcomes of such behaviour were boasted about! As contrary to Orc thinking as it was, she wanted an “One and Only” union with him. They were an integral part of her halfling upbringing. She paused a moment to decide on how best to start the conversation, taking a deep breath she began. “Jarkarll.... lat had a lifemate befur...” (Jarkarll.... You had a lifemate before...)

“So...” she says smirking, “ lat nub take me ‘ere to hab me flattened or abandoned or sold den? (you didn’t take me here to have me killed or abandoned or sold then?) Jarkarll looks at Jutra in horror, “Jutra - I neber du dat, me rada leeb eberyting, me hab agh ‘ab erned in da Strigzgoi den luze lat. (Jutra...I would never do that, I’d rather give up everything I have and have earned in the warnation then lose you.) Jutra eyes widen at Jarkarll ‘s declaration, and whispers ” lat would du dat? Lat would gib up eberting ...fur me ...eben if ... if da Rex says nub to uz?” (You would do that? You would give up everything... for me... even if... if the Rex says we can’t be together?)

Jutra stares at him in disbeif. “Da Rex say dis? Dat lat tool is tu small?” (The Rex said this? That your tool is too small?) She snorts and crawls over to Jarkarll gently taking the pickle jar out of his hands and setting it on the blanket aways from them. She reaches up and puts her hands on each side of his great bald head so that he gaze has to fall on her., “I swear tu Krug...,” ( I swear to Krug...) She pauses, making sure he sees her seriousness. “I swear to Krug, when I peeped lat tooI, me gruk dat da Rex may hab da loincoth of Krug.but …’” (I swear to Krug, when I saw your tool I thought that the Rex may have the loincloth of Krug but....) she pauses, moving to put her lips to his ear, “...lat got his blessing. ” (....you got his blessing.) She moves over to his big nose and gives him a rub with her own, smiling brightly.

Jutra was in her own world while riding on Jarkarll’s shoulders. So far he’d treated her like he always did, no change of manner or courtesy. She thought about this, could she have it all wrong? Made assumptions that weren’t true? Frowning, she went though everything that had happened in her bath room. For the life of her she just couldn’t find an alternative reason for what had been said. They travelled for three long songs or so, quiet out of the way of the farm they had camped at. As she scanned ahead she caught a glimpse of light blue lying on the ground. As they made their way towards it, she saw it was a blanket set up for a picnic, this elevated her mood somewhat. “Light blue and not pink” she grinned, his idea of a joke. Arriving at the blanket, Jarkarll set her down upon it. Smiling broadly he nodded to her satchel indicating she should take out some of the food she always carried. Finding a spot on the blanket, she brought out the bread, melons and dried meat . Then felt around for the little jar she had tucked in as a last thought before leaving on this trip. Finding it, she set it along side with the rest of the picnic items. “Pickels” she said, as an explanation of what they were. Jarkarll drops his huge body down next to Jutra, and with a swipe of his big paw takes the jar, looking at it curiously. Jutra clears her throat to get his attention, ”Abut last passing at me burrow “ (about last passing at my burrow) she started, looking a bit forlorn. Jarkarll nods, his eyes focused on the pickle jar, “Eurhur... wud aboud id?” (Yeah...what about it) Me didn’t really ‘ear eberting dat was said ...but wut Rex says about me being so small lat should want to slit lat wrists - dis true? (I didn’t really hear everything that was being said,..but what the Rex says about me being so small you should want to slit your wrists - is this true?)