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Antag causes too many tears

"If i see a one-day alt as Wargoth, i'm going pugsy on him." Thats the spirit, w8in for u to come back homie

Goktar scribbles a barely legible note next to the Butcher's post. "Hozh meetz, tryd zum ob da zhara agh id wuz bezt mi ebbur taizted. Mi wyll urdur zum haaflyng zuun."

The Dominus attends the clan meeting to give his blessing to the new Wargoth and to get some free grub. "Rulg."

pick me i no some Loar

Goktar gives a quick glance over his copy before heading to his blacksmithing chambers. He begins to scribble the proverbs all over the walls of his room, as if to memorize them. "Mi nub gruk wud mi wuld du widoud deez."

nice

Uruk nub Uruk without raid.

Goktar snorts loudly, he heads out towards the other races in search of the whitewash and Axe. "Ib am bin tu lung zynce wi hab had ah wytewazh in da Uzg, mi wyll perzunalli peep fur hym agh maik exampul ob hym."

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Gug'ye bruddah

wheres 1.8 at

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After the disappearance of the past Rex and Wargoth, Rusk, Goktar set out on a trek across the bustling Uzg in search of a Uruk worthy of the title for his clan. He approached each Dom clan member in his sight and spoke to them, but each had their own issues and reasonings for not wanting the position. Amongst the crowd a single blue Uruk stood forward with the confidence of a true Wargoth, ready to stand proud for his clan. A grotesque and overweight beast whom had seen many wars and battles before him. This Uruk was known as Shreck, proud ruler of his swamp realm. Goktar inspected Shreck and spoke with him for a while, judging not only his strength but also his wisdom. He made his final decision and placed a bloodied thumbprint upon the forehead of Shreck, granting him the title of Wargoth. "Mi eckzpekt grate fingz frum lat Zhrek, leed da Dom klan tu hunur agh maik latz ancezturz prowd." The Dominus heads towards the scorching desert, trudging through the endless sands in an attempt to find the lost Axe of Krug.

The Dominus waits for the Rex to finish his speech, afterwards he hollers into the sandy winds of the Uzg. "LURTZZZZ! WAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He gives the newly appointed Rex a skull cracking headbutt and heads back into his clan tent.

Goktar is awoken from his deep sleep by the loud warcry of Lurtz'Gorkil. He stomps outside of his tent joining in the roars. "WAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Goktar looks onwards towards the crowd, the majority of the Uzg has gathered for his speech. His eyes dart between each Uruk, Goblin and Olog. He pounds his chest once in respect for those whom showed before shouting towards the crowd. "Ib hab bin a lung tik zynce wi hab zpilt da bluud ob zumfing dat wuz nub Nubded, ib am tik fur diz tu chaing agh zate our hungur!" The Uruks begin cheering and hollering, when the crowd dies down the Dominus speaks once more. "Gathur latz zultz, latz armur agh prey tu da zpiritz. Ib am tik tu zkah zum puzziez." The Uruks begin to part their ways, wandering off towards their tents to make preparations for the upcoming storm. OOC: Time is 12/30/2014, 4:00 PM EST rally at the War Uzg. Warclaim: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/120545-warclaim-the-fall-of-invictus/

Goktar, the Dominus of the Uruks, rallies together the Wargoths and Uruk soldiers preparing for war. He lets loose a warcry. "IB AM TIK TU ZPYLL BLUUD AGH FLAT DEEZ INVIKTUZ KUNTZ!"

Goktar lets loose a warcry into the skies. "IB AM TIK TU MAIK DA FURRIEZ ZNAGAZ!" He continues his work in his blacksmith, preparing for the upcoming storm.

Goktar sits in Urim's room, smoking a fat blunt with him. They both go to work in the blacksmith, preparing weapons and armor for war.

Goktar gives a grunt of approval. "Yub."