Ghazkull'Braduk

We had that in a previous post which got to complicated so we made a new one.

my character Northerner Gannicus Thraxus - makka_pakka bows character Andunian Crixus Lysiscus - the1bow both are clanless/hold no polictical stance to the races, but bare appearance, traits and clothing of said race.

Gannicus ran through the side streets of a Oren owned town. He panted, as the horse mounted guards chased him. Suddenly, he felt the head of one of the equines collide into his back, which sent him sprawling. As he turned to onto his back the sight of a armored guard, axe raised in the air was going to be the last thing he saw. "GANNICUS!" Crixus flew from the top of one of the buildings, and lodged his sword in the guards neck. The other one went to strike him, but Lugo spear tackled him off the horse. Gannicus regained his two swords and stood ready. Four six more guards ran around the corner. Before Gannicus could wage command, Crixus had already bolted for them. He drop kicked one, but was cut along his stomach. Gannicus ran to his aid, decapitating the attacker and fending off a couple more. Lugo threw his spear killing another. As the last one was slain, Crixus got back to his feet. "We're going to need more ******* members if we intend to do this." Gannicus laughed, patting him on the arm. "We should break words at the capital. These dogs should have many more who are in the same state as us." Ludo had slipped away a while ago, and returned with three horses and disguises. {if music is still playing, pause/stop it.} The three rebels walked through the capital of Oren completley cloaked. In the center of town, they stood on higher ground and removed their hoods. Gannicus spoke up. "Slaves of Oren, grab sword, and stand ready! No man, woman, child or elder should have to kneel before a master against their will." Crixus spoke next. "Prepare yourselves to rise against the Emperor ******* Godfrey!" The crowd gasps and curses at the "blasphemy". "We bow to no king. This place reeks of corruption, and ****. Find your self parted and under our cause. Fight for your own reasons, but as one." Lugo uttered the final words. "A flimsy hand can become a fist. The golden aged rebellion and its chapters will crush Oren." Seeing a squad of over twenty guards the three leave the city grounds. ------------------------------------------------------------ The brotherhood is a group under the golden aged rebellion. Unlike the others, they are completley made up of slaves. They share no uniform, as each member is there for there own cause and dresses as they wish. The commanders. Gannicus Hailing from the North, Gannicus was captured by Oren in his teens. From that point on, he was used as a labour slave because of his "skinny build". Supposed to beef him up a bit. After ageing to his mid twenties, Gannicus became a merc and sword for hire. Making a name for himself Gannicus then had a contract on himself. To survive he negotiated his release and became a rebel leader. Crixus Andunian born, Crixus' village was ransacked by Oren whilst he was a boy. Becoming a house slave untill his teens, Crixus had lost all connections to his nationality. Later sent to a labour camp, where he met Gannicus, Crixus rose to alphamale status by always being ready to fight anyone who insulted him. In his late twenties, Crixus was made into a body guard to the nobles of Oren. After escaping, he became a rebel general. Lugo Lugo was a former soldier of Oren. After being ordered to murder his brother, they both revolted. In led to his brothers death. Lugo became a labour slave for the rest of his life. After sneaking out of the camp, he met Crixus and Gannicus. Lugo rose to become a rebel captain.

*a note is pinned beneath the original Meet us at the temple within the next few days ------------------------------- MC names: makka_pakka99, the1bow, MEEGZY Also this post isnt a joining request. Thanks

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"As patriotism can lead to jingoism, and bloodship can lead to cronyism, so orc loyalty can lead to orcish war"-Mokrag the fallen Orcs were dieing. Spirits entering leaving this life to see the old father. Brothers, sisters lost. Raurna looked to the sky. Amongst the night sky clouds spirits at war glided. She drunkly held her short sword, and stood on the edge of an abandoned San'Ork cliff. "Blud rainz duwn frum ah-" a massive steel hand clasped her neck and she was tossed backwards into a hut. Ghazkull gripped his warhammer and approached her. "Da skah iz diz abowt ANODDAH rebeliohn?" She got up, still holding her gladius and said "Pryme tik ta tayke ovah Ghazkull. Fah skah zaykez id iz Mawkragz wil." Ghazkull had had enough of his power being questioned. "Lat wuz alweyz zo eegah to pleeze hem." Raurna stood up, appearing sober. "Unlyke lat, da dizrezpekful bebi bruddah." Ghazkull lunged foward, his warhammer cutting through the air directly aimed at Raurnas head. She ducked, and slashed a deep cut at Ghaz's thigh. The hammer crashed into her back this time. Whilst on the ground, Raurnas sword cut both of Ghazkulls shins. He brought his hammer down at her rib cage, cracking several. "Mawkrag iz blynded by rage. Heh-" Raurna stabbed her gladius short sword up into Ghazkulls chest. He threw a back hand at her, sending her sprawling. Ghazkull stumbled back, before falling foward...dead. The battered Raurna stood up, struggling. She tossed her sword to the side and spat some blood. Nobody to hinder her. Nobody to hinder the blood talons will. Durakai came running around the corner. "DA SKAH HAPPENED RAURN?!" He shouted. He stared at Ghazkulls body in shock. "Gazatz kom. Dey flat hem." She grabbed the sword on the ground and moved to Durakai slowly. Just as he turned, Raurna stabbed him in the stomach and kicked him to the floor. "Apologiez." She uttered, as she prepared the finishing blow. Suddenly a metal fist crashed into her head sending her flying across the sand. She looked up, an saw Ghazkull. His vains glowing purple. Raurna struggled to her knees. She could raise no higher. Ghazkull picked up her sword. "Bud...huw?" She asked. Ghazkull stepped closer "Mawkrag haz ben enlitened. Lat gave 'im wut heh wunted. Ah gabe 'im wut heh needed." "Du id." Raurna said. "DU ID." Ghazkull tossed the sword to the side. "Nub". Ghazkull helped Raurna to her feet. "Mi wud nub hab granted lat da zame." She said. "Dat iz why lat failed 'im." A horn screeched from the sky. The horn of the blood talon rung. "Heh iz kom'n." Ghazkull said. Durakai clutched his wound "Whu?". Ghazkull stared down at him. He heard something coming at him from behind. "Uh fah skahz zayke." A black orc crashed into the back of Ghazkull, falling from the sky as the two hit the ground. Kahrzen the betrayer looked up, and around startled. He wore only a loin cloth, and while his wounds from his last fatal encounter with Ghazkull had disapeared, he was even more boney than before. A flock of horned ravens flew from the clouds as a purple light shun. The spun into a cacoon. Suddenly, with a burst of purple mist, the shadow of death, Mokrag Braduk appeared hovering over the ground. His purple wings spread. His golden plate armor shining. His mace bloodied. Everything about him was enhanced. His muscle mass had increased ten fold. His height had increased aswell. This was the first time in years Ghazkull had laid eyes upon his brother in the flesh. Was he alive? "Pleaze Mawkrag!" Kahrzen pleaded. "Uwn Farol Kahrzen." Mokrag spoke in ancient Braduk. He flew through the air, his mace bursting Kahrzens skull into bits. Mokrag descended to the ground. As he stepped holes were left in the ground from the shear weight of this legend. Ghazkull stood, a mix of fear and adrenaline took over. "Ug." he said. Mokrag swung his mace into Ghazkulls stomach, sending him flying into a hut as the whole home colapsed. He flew over and dragged his brother out. "Lat dizobeyed mi. Raurna shud nub hab ben flatted" Ghazkull snarled and sent a punch so hard that to anybody else it would have crushed their chest. Instead, his hand broke upon impact to Mokrags armored chest plate. Mokrag retaliated with a spin kick, sending Ghazkull sprawling. "Lat iz cheeftun. Akt liek it." Ghazkull got to his feet. "HEEL RAURNA IYF LAT NUB LIEK HER BEH'N FLAT." Mokrags mace disintegrated gracefully, as he cupped his hands and paced back and forth. "Mi immurtul powaz hab ben zpent. Mi haz da bodeh ob ah mortul nohw. Mi muzt walk diz relm tu da end ob tik." Ghazkull and Durakai both looked at him. "Kan lat beh flatted?" Ghaz asked. "Nub. Bud bynded bai kode mi kan nub goh tu wor." "Why nub?" Durakai said, standing up. "Oath. Tu da awld faddah." A purple ora appeared from Mokrags hands. It drifted all into different directions to all the surviving Braduks. No matter where they were, each Braduk members weapon of choice appeared in the hands. Golden, purple spikes, raven feathers. Mokrag, the shadow of death walks amongst mortals once more. Savior, destructor, harbinger, it doesnt matter how you view him. The legendary blood talon flies.

For years, the spirit of the legendary Mokrag had been haunting San'Orka. With a final re-unition of the clan, he had now ascended once more and has been watching over the Braduks. Untill now. Kahrzen the betrayer, the Braduk clans worst enemy had been terrorizing the orcs of Braduk, claiming to be Mokrag. Ghazkull summoned the old spirit for the last time to protect once more the Braduk clan. Mokrag answered. Mokrag rallied the spirits of all dead Braduks, of old and new. Kahrzen summoned the ten thousand Braduks who fought against Kenuk in the village wars. This was going to be a full scale war. A war of the dead. Mokrag and his generals Braduk and Kudo prepared themselves to fight once more, as Kahrzen and his right hand man Gorfjol did the same. The clash of the blud talun and of the blak muun. The war of the dead. Part I - Blood Part II - Gods of the clan Part III - Damnation of demons

((DO NOT metagame this information. No one knows where the braduks live. No one knows their plans.)) The Braduks crowded around their new home. Mokrags cave. Nazdag had been possessed by Mokrags winged spirit, and the clan was split into pro rebellion and anti rebellion orcs, but they were never a tighter unit. The four commanding orcs Ghazkull, Durakai, Grommash and Raurna stood next to Mokrags memorial as the chieftain adressed his clan. Ghazkull stands holding his arms out "Bradukz. We wil mayke owr enimiez trembol!" The clan erupts in cheering. Raurna looked over to Ghazkull with a manipulative expression. Ghazkull returned it. "Weh wil NUB leed ah rebelion againzt da wor uzg." Raurna shoved Ghazkull, grunting. "Da urukz wunt tu rebel zo weh shud! Weh hab ben skahed ovah foh tu long!" Most if not all the crowd cheers. "Tru, bud whid Pawk gawn agh Nukz in chahrge weh kan tayke da Uglukz." Ghazkull responds. "Weh alweyz cood." Gor says from amist the group. Durakai and Grommash folded their arms as Grommash spoke "Ghazkull gibz kommand. Weh-" Nazdag emerged from one of the shadows, his glowing eyes illuminating the room as purple. "Da blud talun haz zpoken. Bradukz muzt beh free." Before anyone could speak he disapeared again. Ghazkull spoke once more "Pawk woz mi bruddah. Heh iz gawn bud mebbeh weh ken negoziate whid Nukz agh Yak abowt our ztanze in da uzg." Raurna stepped right up to Ghazkull "PAWK wuz ah skah'ha. Heh dezervez tu nub beh breaven." Raurna began to walk off, but was grabbed by Ghazkull "HEH WUZ MI FREND LAT MAD BIHTCH" Durakai came in to break them up. "Ledz juzt peep wut da new Rex haz tu offah befoh enyfing." They dispersed, the pro rebels exiting the area with Raurna in front and the anti rebels staying beside Ghazkull.

Throughout the uzg, horned ravens fly in the air and perch themselves on the blargs. A purple mist circles the wargoth of the ugluks home. The spirit of the iconic blood talon has been disturbed.

Clan Braduk, a now massive clan each mounted their rhinos. Truthfully, if it wasnt for what they were about to do they would have stayed back in Elsyiam. But now, vegence would be theirs. The orc that killed Mokrag, Kahrzen had fled to Anthos and was hiding in uncharted jungles. His location had been found. Muzzmog had been captured by an orc called Kahrzen. Kahrzen, was a former Braduk. An actual family member, of the bloodline black moon. Kahrzen was over a seven hundred years old, but he had a bandit crew with him as defense. When Mokrag, Ghazkull, Raurna, Zagstruk and Durakai had gone to rescue Muzzmog they found that Kahrzen was the culprit. Mokrag having a lot of bad blood against Kahrzen held him and about forty of his goons off whilst the rest of the Braduks retreated with a mortally wounded Muzzmog who later died on the way back to the compound. Mokrag fought valiantly, destroying the groinal area of Kahrzen with his claw arm and taking another thirty orcs down with him. But in the end, even the strongest of orcs will fall. Kahrzen walked away that day. In fear of what would soon become of him, he fled on his small ship to new lands. Anthos. He know lives in solitude in a jungle range. The Braduks left the uzg early in the morning. Each on their rhinos, Ghazkull led the pack with his two generalling orcs Durakai and Grommash behind him, with Raurna behind them. The rest of the orcs had their place in the caravan. Even the cubs came along. The journey took them into the early hours of the afternoon, and when they arrived it was the evening. They dismounted at the borders of the forest. Raurna made some grunting and clicking noises, informing the rhino troop to stay put. Each Braduk drew arms and went into the trees, expecting to fight. Now midnight, the Braduks heard snoring further away. As they pushed themselves through the thick dense tree branches, the form of a old boney cripply black orc, missing half his skull and all of his pelvis lay on a hammock fast asleep. They each crowded around him, and as he woke up, Ghazkull said "Ug dere Karhz'y" The Braduks layed waste to his old body. Malakai had Kahrzen by the throat, ready to plunge his sword into the old orcs chest. "Leeb 'im. Fayt wil tayke da traitah nohw." Kahrzen looked angry. As the Braduks began to leave, with Ghazkull at the back of the pack, a voice called his name. "GHAZ!" It said. Ghazkull turned to see a battered Karhzen standing there, struggling to stand up. "Aint lat gonnah finizh mi?" Ghazkull chuckled as the rest of the Braduks stopped, responding "Da animolz wil hab lat finizhed in ah kuppol ob tikz dumskah." Just as Ghazkull turned to walk away again, Karhzen said "Bud, latz bruddah. Latz skah'n bruddah. Whut wud heh fink?" Ghazkull lost it. He power walked over to him, with the Braduks keeping their distance. "Latz blah bowt mi skah'n bruddah?! LATZ BLAH ABOWT MI SKAH'N..." Ghazkull headbutted Karhzen to the ground. He sat onto his chest, and began throwing devestating punches down to his face. Each time crunches and blood splattered the area. As Ghazkull demolished Kahrzens face, he yelled "MI BRUDDAH WUZ AH MORTUL BRADUK, BUT HIZ FAZE WOZ ALL RED AGH TOAR, ID MAYDE MI FEEL ZIK, LAT HIT HIM WHID AH BRIK, AGH DA BLUD TALUN WUZ NUB LARF'N NUB KLOMP'N NUB MOAR!" The Braduks stood in silence. Ghazkull had gone ape before. But this was different. Eventually Raurna and Thurak had to pull him off of Karhzen. They left. Mokrag had finally been avenged. [We might do an event for this for sh*ts and gigs. Might. Just see how this weekend gos.]

(( yay a war on my birthday':D !! ))

MC Name: makka_pakka RP Name: Warchief Ghazkull'Braduk Clan: Braduk Time Zone: CDT