the1bow

"Agh wid hem, diez da Gorfjol blud lyne." ((Leaving the server. OOC complications are making me choose this decision. The Braduk boys, thanks for the G times <3. Kaydovee and his mob, thanks aswell. The people I have robbed/killed/enslaved/tortured/maimed/etc, thanks for the rp. Any one else I may be leaving out yeah thnx. I request (it its not too much trouble) my mc the1bow and this forum account be banned so it will not tampered with. I know exactly who would do it by I wont say for their benefit.))

((I can read it fine.))

((Basically the only rhinos on LOTC are Braduk rhinos. Bred in secrecy. Unless your character has killed one then unfortunetly your sword or whatever is invalid.))

Gargant paces back and forth, resting his hand on the handle of his old gladius. He angrily listens to the report from the head goblin lieutenant, Gaurok. "Nubodeh attakz ah Braduk! Nubodeh! Ah wunt zentriez ohn eech kornah ob boff wollz, agh ah wunt boiz ohn da windowz. Rownd da klok patrolz on da owtzkurtz. Agh zend zum zkowtz tu dere fohrt." Gargant finishes his rant by flipping a table, before storming off.

Ghazkull patrolled the front lines of his clan, each mounted on their rhinos. Beside him was his right hand man and bigboss, Gargant and his enforcer and warboss Durakai both holding the clan flag. The entire clan began riding from the fort to the city. Many stray orcs were seen, each were killed and attached to ropes pulled by the rhinos. When the clan arrived to the gates, it was obvious that the city wasnt going to have many in it. The three commanders decided it would suffice none the less. In the middle of the San'Orka, the clan came to a hault, and the bodies of the stray orcs were cut loose. Some of the clan members destroyed their homes at the city. Gargant and Durakai both planted their flags into the sand, and the clan left. Heading home. The display had been complete. The Braduks were alive. The Braduks would not submit to a "foreign" leader. "Bradukz utn ethn thedh"

((speech in italic is in Braduk slang, for the sake of reading)) Ghazkull had sent out goblins, but Gargant had not returned. He had sailed a years prior to find a chain of islands the Kenuk Braduks had sailed to after the undead raid in Aegis. Gargants goal was to find Maia, his maelifhn (lifemate) back in Kenuk. Rumours were thrown around that an orc baring blue pale skin walked amongst the islands the Kenukians set sail for. By ancient Braduk law, Gargant had to find her. By his own choice, he had to find her. A small boat hit the shore during the night between Melunz fort and the Braduk fort. Goblin watchmen saw it and alerted Ghazkull and his clanboss Durakai. The two were ready if it was an attack. But it was no infiltration. The worn out orc, known as Gargant rose from the boat, carrying a body. A female body. Covered in rags but it was obvious it had been torn, scratched a bitten. It was no orc at that point. A undead shadow of its former self, killed in the name of mercy. "Gargant, what has happened?" He said nothing. A look of anger, yet more of sadness hung on his face. "Gargant am alyve Ghazkull" Durakai said. "A shadoh ob hiz formah zelf." Gargant walked into the fort, clutching the body of his mate.

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((As you do. But we were left standing. We won. Conquered. It was fun though.