Samoblivion

I don't want to live in this world.

Lukra rides out to meet the nomads and a goblin places this standard in common in the sand before them. She speaks in blah as the Nomads gather to read the sign. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Attention, Humans of Bekladir. I am Lukra, of the Clan Braduk, Clan Mother of the Braduks, Third Warboss of the Krughai, Former Wargoth of the Braduk Clan, and Blood Champion of Enrohk, bearer of the spirit-touched blade War Maker. The respect of the Orcs is a thing that is earned, not gained simply by signing yourselves to our service in exchange for land. We know not your customs, your history or your ways of battle. As such, we respect none of them. You are not our brothers. You are as an honourary, immediately expected acceptance by merit of simply asking, or by being here. Acceptance is a right hard won, and you have done nothing so far to win it. And so your people shall be treated like honouraries in our land, accepting whatever zkah is given to you by the Orcs and taking it gladly, for the prospect of winning our respect later. Your assumption of equality and sharing of the sacred desert is an affront to the spirits and mighty Krug. Your religion will not be respected by common Orcs and you should show no surprise at this. Act like you deserve this respect yet and you will be shown harshly your error in understanding. However in our custom when an honourary proves themselves, regardless of what vile and weak race they were born into, they are accepted as brothers. Such will be your reward should you serve the Uzg well, show deference to those now above you, and show valour and skill in glorious battle as befits an adherent of Krug - or in your case, as befits one who seeks to live amongst the Krug's chosen. In your human terms, show us the respect a farmer would his landlord, and we shall see about advancement. Such is the opinion of this Orc, an opinion shared by many. ------------------------------------------------------------ Once it seems clear that the message has been relayed, Lukra and the goblin depart without a goodbye.

Stargush'stroh stretched out before her and her ancestors beckoned. There was her mother and unknown father, and the unknown clan with whom she was a sister to by blood. There were the Braduk ancestors, honoured Mokrag, namesake of her firstborn, and next to him the namesake of the clan, the mighty Braduk; for these spirits welcomed her too as sister for her soul was one with the great rhinos. Behind them were the heroes of legend. Gorkil, Lur, Azog, Dom, whose story had so delighted her as a cub. And above them all was Krug, magnificent on a throne of submitted foes, enslaved spirits and legendary weapons. She strode to them all, the cries of those she sent to the desert of Enrohk announcing her coming- An eruption of pain woke Lukra'Braduk from her coma. Not a familiar ache from her wounds, but a fresh burn as a number of them re-opened from a light but determined kick to her ribs. "Oi, Lukra. Wayk ub." She growled, eyes still closed and somewhat sealed shut with dried blood, the growl stretching into a moan. A fresh kick elicited a further grunt, and the weedy, somewhat sarcastic voice came out again. "Latz ain't flat, bub'hozh warbozz. Ztop whining lyk azh twiggeh *****." Lukra's eyes snapped open, her hand flying toward the source of the annoyance only to falter halfway due to tendon damage. The decrepid old goblin Larty Wun Eye, faithful servant of the Braduk clan and probably the most brazen of his race in existence, leaned against the side of the crater they found them both in, fixing her with a disapproving look. "Ukke, da way mi peep id - azh artillereh blazt hit latz flanking tunnel while latz wuz ohn da way tu charge wiv da rezt ub da bruddaz agh latz got dogged by pinkzkinz. Dat abowt right, klan mommo?" Lukra shut her eyes again, taking a mental inventory of what exactly hurt in her body and came to the conclusion that she hadn't lost any limbs. Opening them again she saw Larty leaning over her. "Did dem knoks tu da hed mayk latz evun muur zkah minded den before?" She stared daggers at him and attempted to get to a sitting position. "Zkah off, gobbo." Where he any other goblin, she would have severely maimed him for these insults; but this was Larty Wun Eye. Practically a father to Kahn'Braduk, Lukra's occasional mate and the Wargoth of the Braduks, indeterminably old and immeasurably skilled at organising the day to day affairs of the clan, as well as having a role in delivering both of her cubs safely. The curmudgeonly old bastard had more than earned the right of begrudging tolerance for lip. Her mind clearing somewhat, she took greater stock of her surroundings. It was dusk, with sunset nearing, and the fading light played across a panoply of chaos and death. The crater in which she sat was near the siege camp of Oren's alliance and what she saw brought no end of delight. Warmachines crushed and flags ravaged, the stench of charred flesh, death-ushered soiled smallclothes and the intoxicating scent of blood. The cry of carrion birds caught her ear but what kept her attention was the shouting of voices, their accents not those of Oren, but the hearty tongue of the dwarves, the coarse and diverse speech of Dunamite mercenaries and the deep rumblings of her brother and sister orcs. Victory. Lukra's eyes moved back to her more immediate surroundings. Her attempts to sit up had been hampered by the veritable mass grave of bodies in the crater in which Larty had found her. Among them were her brethren, taken by surprise by the sudden breach in their tunnel but who, along with her, had valiantly taken down their equal in number from the armoured Orenians who had rushed forth into the breach. Lukra looked back to Larty. "Yub, latz akkownt wuz abowt ryt. Azyd frum mi taykin down gahk pinkiez befur dey dogged mi. Ged latz faktz ztraight." Larty scoffed but nodded with a smile. "Az latz blah, Lukra. Kum ohn, ged owt ub deyur. Mi've alreadeh dun enough liftin tu reech lat, lat kan du da rezt." After a while, she was free from the crater and stood on its lip survey the battlefield. A great and bloody tally had been reaped on the fields before the fortress of Dunamis. The castle itself was in reasonable shape, barring a few holes, but it was nowhere near the state Oren had left a dwarven fortress in the Valley of Flowers some years before. Larty nodded along at the sight "Bubhozh view, ain't id? Kahn zent mi tu peep how da battul went." Lukra nodded. "Weyul, id went bettur den zkahin bubhozh. Deyur runnin' ain't dey? Hurr. Firzt tik in yeyurz, Oren iz aktualleh zkahin beaten in azh ztrayt klomp." Larty's face didn't give away his thoughts on the matter. "Zeemz zo." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 Days Later Much had come to pass in the two days following Oren's retreat from the lands of the Horde of Dunamis. Emperor John I Frederick had been swept to the bottom of the Eroch River in the rout, and strife now gripped the once united Holy Oren Empire with talk of civil war. Oren's momentum was shattered, its armies in full retreat across the High Elven held channel between the Human continent and the South. Its garrisons held up in its southern territory, but no answer was given to raiding parties scouting out these secluded outposts. It was a victory beyond imagining for those opposed to Oren's march of conquest across the world. But for the Orcs of the deserts there was grief as well. In the fighting, a poisoned arrow had pierced the mighty hide of the legendary warrior and standing Rex Ubba'Ugluk and he had died on the field. The prolonged siege had scuppered attempts at a Rex Tournament this year already, and so a new interrim leader was required. It was Ubba's will that the title of Rex be passed to Snoop, wargoth of the recently returned Azog clan. Snoop'Azog was an acclaimed warrior whose skill at arms and tactics non-disputed, but the Azogs were a clan mistrusted by many. While open warfare had died down to tolerance and then acceptance, tension remained and there would be voices who would question the ascendance of a clan so steeped in controversy to the seat of Rex clan. It was Ubba's will that Snoop remain as Rex, and this will was affirmed by the pledge of loyalty of the Ugluks to the Rexdom of Snoop. Despite this, a Rex Tournament remained scheduled a year hence. Whether it would come to pass, and what the response would be to it, was in doubt. But high politics was not a primary concern of Lukra's, not on this day. It was noon when she arrived back on the field of battle, astride her rhino, Lohkar, and carrying with her her youngest cub, the four year old Durakhan. Here, she let him go off to run amongst the ruin of the battle to see what came after the glory of combat and perhaps to find some keepsakes. Very quickly, the boy found a discarded axe amongst the rotting carcasses that the Dunamis men had not burned or buried and set about chasing the crows that still lingered over the fallen, much to the amusement of his mother. As she had seen with her eldest, again she saw an orcish mother's visions of her child charging a worthy mass of foes with sword or axe held high with the names of Krug and Braduk on his lips. She thought back to the many new blood orcs who had joined her in the charge that day, whose thirst for blood and valor matched her own. Rare amongst them was also the ability to follow orders when given, making the orcish contingent a hammer in the hand of its commander of the day, Drokon'Ugluk. A whoop of delight broke her from her reverie as he son snarred a rat with his new axe. Smiling in encouragement, she looked forward to the future. Whatever it may bring, the children of Krug stood ready to face it, strong and in numbers. ((Would just like to give a big hand to our rally today. 35-40 orcs attended the warclaim, our best result in well over a year. Congrats all.)) http://i.imgur.com/dPsFzl6.jpg

Hey there. I was one of the people doing some of the flaming. I didn't spam you, but I was part of the duck protest at spawn. In hindsight, this whole thing was an overreaction on our part. Our feeling of embitterment toward our administration was unfairly projected onto you. You seem like an okay guy if I'm honest. Since others have provided their feelings in this format I'll carry on: The main issue was with the administration's handling of this. From Scene21's very quick rise to a position of prominence, to the general ignorance and subsequent banning of quite a few people during your filming. It's brought to the surface issues that have been welling up in LotC for a while and are not your fault. A lot of people don't have an issue with you, rather the demographic you cater to. Nothing wrong with that demographic, it's Minecraft's main one and certainly the one to play to if you're trying to make money as a youtuber, which no-one would begrudge you. But as others have mentioned, that demographic is not the main demographic of lotc. People worry about the quality of roleplay declining as a result of younger or more immature players joining us, or players joining solely thinking they'll be hanging with you and being disappointed and raging in OOC. Again, not wholly your fault. Regarding the the skin issue - this is a sticking point. It could be argued that Cib's duck man was an event creature, it's been done before. It's just unfortunate that this played into the perception that arriving youtubers would be given special dispensation to do whatever they liked, but I understand if the duck is part of Cib's brand. Something can likely be worked out. In short I would be in favour of the video going up. Why not? I'm curious to see how it'll turn out. One video isn't going to kill the server, despite what I and others were saying yesterday. I apologise for my part in the hostilities, you've done nothing to warrant it. However, as an aside I would invite you to have the normal LotC player experience. Try it on an anonymous account. Apply, make a character, experience RP without having to make a video from it, to get a taste of what it's like. Or potentially try a video series based on your rp as a normal player, as other youtubers on LotC have done in the past. Regardless, sorry again for flaming and have a pleasant stay.

Lukra'Braduk, Warboss and Clan Mother, rides her rhino into the celebrating orcs shouting "KRUG WILLZ ID!", with her blade held high.

Have contracts been signed or money changed hands over this deal? Is LotC being commercialised?

I would say that this is exactly the place. We would be putting a great deal of responsibility in your hands. It is on you and the staff to provide a justification for your appointment, starting with evidence of good practice in previous projects.

Not intending to pre-judge here, but sites like that have an abysmal reputation for scummy practices. EDIT: You mention a legitimate and trusted brand name? Can we have it, just to fact check?

Can I be a Lak please.

It was a tad cringey, but good effort Makka.

NAME (IC NAME): Lukra'Braduk ANCESTRAL NAME (MC NAME): samoblivion DO YOU AGREE THAT NO DARK MAGIC WILL BE ALLOWED (HACKS)?: Yub NAME A FRIEND TO BE YOUR ALTERNATE IF A PROBLEM ARISES: Mok'han'Braduk (Shalashask)

8/10 RIP Chris Farley

6/10 Mommo is disappoint.

Forum Name: samoblivion Planet, Fleet, etc to you wish to be (Like Onderon, Third Republic Army, etc.): Clan Ordo Faction (Sith, Czerka, independent etc.): Mandalorian Character name (Your leader): Targus Ordo Force user?: No Profession? (Sith, republic officer, politician etc): Clan Leader/Mercenary Race: Human Notable Skills/Traits: Ruthless, Proud, Cunning, Honourable, Hates Jedi, Proficient in Blaster Rifles, Pistols and Vibroblade combat. Age: 41

cough

Would Eternal Empire (Zakuulan) characters/forces be accepted? They're a bit outside the time period of this and purposefully hiding from the galactic powers at this stage.

(( Player wanted for the second cub of Clan Mother Lukra'Braduk and Wargoth/Warlord Kahn'Braduk. Male or female. Preferred if played as main but will settle for a reasonably active alt. As a cub of Kahn, the cub will be a member of the Braduk family line and can expect steady RP within the family and the Orcs in general. Timezones preferred - GMT or AUS, but US timezones are fine as well. ))

No-one really knows but the Human religion takes it to mean that only Humans enter LotC's version of Heaven.