EndCallCaesar

About time, and make sure there is a WT for all races and a sub WT for that. It’ll be easy to find people who care; Although these oughta be people you vet thru the FM and APP teams. If they’re solid peeps they’ll understand.

Zarok’Ogr would feast upon a failed Snaga and exclaim with pride ”WEEeeEe HaAV BlARgH!”

Origin: On a fateful evening, an Olog whom had ingested various hallucinogenic substances, received a vision of a double-tailed scorpion leading them up a mountain side toward a plateau to what can only be described as an enormous gaping maw with various teeth that went downward into darkness, its voice would resound with a guttural boom that would shock the Olog. The sight of such a magnificent being inspired this Olog, known as the ‘Butcha’, to seek out their fellow Ologs and proclaim the glory of what they could only describe as… “DA BIG MOUFF.” Unity: After this assembly of Ologs, one among them, having bested the lot of them in a Klomp, donned the title of Tyrant, acting as Wargoth for this new clan they named, “Ogr.” After feasting for 6 days and 6 nights, the Tyrant set about coercing several Uruks into spreading a message by word of mouth to all Ologs of the land, that they would be welcome among the ranks of Clan Ogr should they seek grub and battle. Furthermore, that Clan Ogr seeks to venerate the spirits of Hunger and Bloodlust, and that any Shaman who’d praise such spirits would be welcome to visit and engage with the Clan. Ranks: Tyrant- The Wargoth of Clan Ogr. Responsible for its administration and objectives. Waghcheef- Second in command, can pick up responsibilities of the Tyrant should they not be present. Butcha’- The spiritual leader of the clan, responsible for contacting Shamans for assistance and explaining the spirits of the Clan to other Ogr’s. Ogr- An Olog of Clan Ogr. Purpose: To bring Ologs together, regardless of Clan. To encourage cooperation with other Clans. To work with Shamans for spiritual experiences. To breed among one another to expand the Olog subrace.

My guy, you’re the bees knees man, the cats pajamas, a dudes dude. Have a happy New Year man!

*Kaluz’Lur would go to remind the jealous Gorkils who are forgetting that Mau’Madur has the right under Krugmar’s laws, after the re-unification, to handle it’s own diplomacy. But then refrains, knowing they shall soon realize their errors.*

A Mushob, Razkil’Shrogo, would grin enthusiastically and rejoice, downing a handful of Madkaps in celebration.

Nub sure how mi am tu feel abowt diz

*Kaluz’Lur would clear his throat before a group of Uruks as he stands atop a table in Mau’Madur, he would extend his hands to his sides and exclaims thru his gold tipped snagle-tusks* “BRUDDAZ, MI PEEP LAT, MI WALK WIT LAT, AGH MI BLAH WIT LAT. AZ LAT BE HAVIN’ DON’ WIT MI. MI NAYM BE KALUZ UV DUH KLAN LUR, ZHINIGOTH UV WE GOI. AZ DUH KOWNZIL ELEKZHUNZ BE UPON WE, MI ASK LAT TU GRUK AGH REMEMBAH DUH BRUDDA WHO BE BRING’N WE GOI ZUPLYZ, MINA, AGH KONEKZHUNZ AKROZZ ARKAZ. MI TANK LAT BRUDDAZ FOR DIZ TRUZT, AGH MI PROMIZE TU MAYNTAYN EET.” *Would step off the table and nods to the crowd, some cheer, some jeer, and some remain stoic as Kaluz would walk off to his blargh, a determined look upon his brow*

Whoa

“Hozh” *would be all Kaluz’Lur would blah*

*The Zhinigoth, Kaluz’Lur, would look upon the advertisement and smile with pride thru his gold-tipped snagle-tusks and would exclaim with a rasp* “WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH”

NOICE

*Kaluz’Lur would hear of this from his trade contacts and cringe*

*Upon hearing of the event thru his trade contacts as Zhinigoth of Mau’Madur, Kaluz’Lur would proceed to cackle after tearing into a porkchop and sipping some ale*

*Kaluz’Lur, Zhinigoth of Mau’Madur, would sharpen his weapons hoping he’ll be chosen to assist in the slaughter whilst muttering thru his snaggle tusks to a znaga* “Dem Pinkee bruddaz gruk how tu be znagagoffz, iv dey be duin’ mor uv diz outzyd uv wagh, den dey’d be welthee’r dan mi kan gruk.”

*Kaluz’Lur would ponder with bloodshot eyes before muttering thru his snagle tusks* “Dey gon’ mizz duh hozhezt bitz uv Grubzgivin’...”

*Having heard of this announcement thru his trade contacts as the Zhinigoth of Mau’Madur, Kaluz’Lur would deeply inhale his cactus green before the ‘Momo Croc’ of Mau’Madur and would say thru his snagle tusks* “Ah, eet peep da brudda be krakin’ he wip on dem zloth pinkeez, bub’hozh.”