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.

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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

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MC names: makka_pakka99, the1bow, MEEGZY

Also this post isnt a joining request.

Thanks

Information (member list) on this thread is to be regarded as irrelevant untill further notice.

"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

Yeah. Braduks have a website now.

http://the-nbo.forumotion.net/

It is for stuff strictly for us and for our viewing. Although, for all you meta-gremlins can view it. Feel free to register if you have to, but dont start suggesting things please. Its not for the benefit of others as mean as that sounds.

Special thanks to bow for actually getting the website up and running, whilst I did the aesthetic side. 

BF-FB

LEGAL DISCLAIMER:

The Braduk webiste is strictly for viewing purposes only. In no way shape or form is it to steal rights, profit or publicity for LOTC. We acknowledge that all rules from LOTC apply to our website. The LOTC staff have the right to tell us to put something up or to take something down. 

You will be brought before clan Braduk.

You will be tasked with fighting each member of the clan. Your goal to win, their goal to murder you.

You will complete the trials.

You will share blood with the clan mother.

You will forever be a runt in rank.

.....

If you choose us :D

Would clan Braduk be able to get a jabbernak?

Updated. Colours stuffed up.

We now have an adequate number of members to put up an actual fight.

However, I will say this now.

I will not relent with clan Braduk at any point. We could be banished or whatever, but it will always remain there as long as myself, bow and meegzy play on this server.

And pok, you never actually fought us. The only combat that has happened was when you ambushed mokrag.

No mention of Higgsyy?

Hmph.

((Yes. Of throat cancer on friday.

((All orcs are welcome to post on this. It is an rp thread and is requested to stay that way. Any words you have about higgsyy as a player, put in brackets please or on the thread made by MEEGZY about his death.))

The Braduks stood in sorrow. Their leader, layed on a pile of wood, with his mace on his one side, and the helmet of Braduk on the other. Spread across him like a blanket, the Braduk flag layed. It was redesinged in his honour. Dark blue, with the same white rhino head. But with new red wings on either side. Along the bottom in black was a phrase, tributed to Mokrags sacrifice.

The day prior, Muzzmog had been captured by a band of orcs. They had retreated to a cave system, so Mokrag led Raurna, Ghazkull, Zagstruk and Durakai on a rescue mission. After they had retrieved  Muzz, they went to exit. But directly across was a group of forty orcs. In the middle, was Mokrags mortal enemy Kahrzen, who was in the same slave camp as Mokrag. During the revolution which Mokrag and Kahrzen took part in, Karhzen informed the guards of a attack to save his own life. This resulted in the execution of the orcs at the camp, except for him and Mokrag due to Ghazkulls heroic saving. Mokrag finally had the chance for revenge, but if the group of forty wasnt delayed, the Braduks would be slaughtered. Mokrag stayed behind and the rest of the Braduks reluctantly left. Only sixteen of the forty walked away from the caves, their leader did also. But without a groin. Mokrags body was retrieved and he ascended to legend amongst the clan. He was held in higher regards than Braduk himself, as during Mokrags long, two hundred and and forty one year life, he achieved more.

Ghazkull held the torch, at equal height to his head. He approached the body of his older brother and he said with a voice of sadness "Ura sha ztehz throg te valez fo defth naz I sha fer nufng." It was Braduk slang. Coined by Mokrag. It was on the flag in black lining the bottom. It translated to "I shall walk through the valley of death, and I shall fear nothing." The torch contacted the wood, and the it began to slowly burn.

((Braduk slang, is something higgsyy was making. I have no idea how to translate nor write it. I simply know that phrase because it was written in a word document on his laptop entitled "Braduk slang".))

Ghazkull stood up from his house on the hill, with his brothers wargs standing beside him. He held in his good arm, a urn. In it, was the ashes of Mokrag, and one of his tusks. "SHOMOS OB DA WAR UZG! Mi am wizh fah lat, tu inztil da zpirid ob mai bruddah, iyn azh ob dub fingz." He holds his bad arm up. From the wrist down is replaced with the axe head of Goregutz. "Mi wizh fah lat ta inztil da zpirit ob Mokrag iyn diz axe 'ead. Ohr, iyf pozzibel, fah lat tu inztil da zpirit ob Mokrag in Thurak." Ghazkull points to one of the wargs, who was Mokrags favourite. "Mai bruddah daid nub in battle, bud un hiz chair. Alluw hym da honah heh dezervez agh grant mi mai rekwezt. Rulg."

Bumped for the war, that people can have us as an option.

good old bump

Updated

Okay, I need someone to RP as a male Orc cub of mine. Your age will probably be around 17 – 18 and you will be in the Braddukk clan. Your name will be Gorm and your height would be around 7.4ft.

How you see your family:

You respect your father Ghazkull (me) for his size and strength, and admire the way he goes about killing things. Although he is usually calm around you he is very disciplined and will hit you often. Your entire life has been training since the day you could walk. Ghazkull is keen on training you the way he was. You will be punished for puny behavior or weakness. You will inherit the war machine tittle of the clan when Ghazkull either dies or becomes too old to do it. The war machine is the one who fights new comers to the clan as a test of strength in the ritual. Overall you have a good relationship with Ghazkull, if you show him respect you will get the same.

Mokrag is your Uncle and the chieftain of the Braddukk clan. Due to village laws, he was banished from the village at a young age. He was self-trained to survive in the harsh environment and is no stranger to pain. He sees you as a valuable member of the family and clan, maybe even more so than his own disappointment of a son. He doesn’t have much time for you due to the fact he has the verge of war on his hands (no biggie we got this).

Zagstruk is your disappointment of a cousin. You despise him in every way possible and see him as being weak. The two of you will klomp often as practice. Although he is around 30 years older than you, you beat him in most klomps due to the harsh training you receive from you father.

Magmol and Gromzlak are Zagstruks cubs. You have a good relationship with them as they are close to your own age. You are closer to Magmol as you are roughly the same build, although Gorm is a bit bigger. Gromzlak keeps to himself and doesn’t socialize with the rest of the family as much as others.

Kita is another of Zagstruks cubs and the youngest of the family and clan. You are nice to her and help her with certain tasks.

Possible Use for skin: