hellfiazz

Two sounds were heard. The rumbling of the footfall of an advancing horde, and the clanking of armour. The noise only grew and continued even as the Orcish warband marched unhindered into the open gates of Haelun'or, occupying and controlling it in a matter of minutes. They rounded up any citizens, and searched for the one whom they had come for; Kalenz Uradir. Only one brief sighting was made as the Rex himself made eye contact with the Sohaer, right before he ran off, caring only for his own neck. As the citizens were systematically and horrifically tortured, interrogated as to where their so-called "leader" had gone, more Orcs continued to pour into the city. The Orcs made their ultimatum; the Sohaer's head or the good of his people. For many days did the Orcs remain in Haelun'or, subjecting its citizens to untold horrors. Some were even killed by the muyakelg Strigz, his unbridled savagery and rage ripping them to shreds. And still Kalenz hid away, unwilling to give his life for his peoples'. Their cries were blood-chilling as they underwent the worst pain of their lives, and still the supposed hero of Elven-kind cowered, far away from danger and responsibility. It was not Elven bravery or Orenian reinforcements that made the Orcs leave. No, in fact the cravenness of Kalenz was so great that every one of his citizen's who were at the city were killed and he still did not show his face, and as such the Orcs left with more pressing matters, leaving behind them a bloody carnage that the Sohaer Kalenz Uradir did nothing to stop.

Buubztik frowns at the offer of unity "Wub duh skah am Ozage? Ohlzuu, obligutohri skah nuut'albaiz."

The Orcs have no need for counting when the skygods are on their side!

Buubztik frowns as he hears of the debate on yet another of his incursions into Elven territory "Wurd klomp? Wub am diz zodumi?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERyvhGxI4Po

Make orc then friendo.

Let it be known that on this day, the War Nation of Krugmar converted all GMs to Krugism!

Buubztik laughs "Salvuz am Krughanistan nuw, juzt lyk ohl ub lat'z armur."

Don't believe that's a bug, it's a feature. Try looking in your settings for something to do with displaying items you can make.

Amongst the fleet of Orcish ships sailing away from the cursed lands of the Fringe, 3 ships are different. They are very wide and long, but appear to only have one lower deck. Were one to look inside these ships, they would find no cargo, and only one passenger each. Three giant scorpion-like creatures, who rest during the long journey. As the Orcish ships arrive at the coast, these three ships' bows fold out, slamming into the yellow sand of the shore. Their crews cautiously wake the scaddernaks, using large poles so as to stay as far away as possible. After a few minutes of Orcs poking the scaddernaks, each of them awakes. Then the handlers drive them onward, towards the desert where the Orcs would make their home. After several hours and many injuries, the party arrives to the blisteringly hot yet familiar desert sands. The scaddernaks, Lurgoi, Holmoj, and Baga, immediately burrow into the dunes, instantly declaring the desert theirs to rule. Though their Orc masters are spared of their wrath, any other settlers in the entirety of the desert are likely to be subject to attack and destruction by any of the scaddernaks, their cold fury wreaking massive damage. For now, they sleep, but already rumours are told throughout the realm of people being snatched up by the sand itself. ((This is just a OOC PSA that any people who decide to try live in the desert will be destroyed by scaddernak and may be done so at any point))

Buubztik chuckles at the poster "Dumskahz evriwer."

Looking sweet so far. Good job.

Wow, Pok's wisdom is ever-prevalent. +1

Pierre sighed in exasperation as he rifled through yet more empty cupboards. Everything left in the house was either rotten or useless as food. He opened the fridge, and so only one thing. A stick of celery. He pulled it out, and threw it at the wall. He kicked over a chair, and walked out the door, making sure to stay out of sight. As he walked out on to the street corner, he heard the usual sounds of the new world. Shouting, crying, and every so often, a gunshot. He looked down the street at the cathedral. A few people were outside, banging in the door. He glanced down the other street, and saw what appeared to be a man in riot police armour. On the same street, a man behind a car, staring with intent at the armoured man, drawing some handgun. As he realised what the man was doing, he sprinted down the street towards the guy in riot armour. As he got close, 3 shots went off, and dived at riot guy in an attempt to tackle him. As he took him down, one of the bullets hit him in the calf, tearing through his flesh and passing out the other side. He cried out in pain, but adrenaline and the danger of the situation allowed him to recuperate himself and check for the armed man. He appeared to have gone. He looked to the man in riot armour, and through groans of pain, he managed to say in French "You okay?"

Buubztik frowns as the prophetic message is sent to him, and afterwards goes into a deep meditation to clear his mind on the matter.

Forum Name: hellfiazz Character Name: Pierre Cormier Career/Job/Study: Diplomat / Lawyer Traits/Capabilities [Can be one-word form like 'carpenter' or elaborated, both will do]: Very skilled in negotiation and persuasion. Trained in the use of assault rifles and handguns. Speaks virtually all major European languages. Bio [Optional!]: Pierre was born in Bern, Switzerland to a rich family who historically ran a major Swiss law firm. He grew up into this position, being given a job as lawyer. Here, he excelled, with a natural talent for bringing people to his way of thinking. It wasn't long before his meteoric rise ended with him taking his father's position after he retired. Again, his knack for negotiating and bartering brought him great success as the firm's head. Pierre's skill soon brought the attention of the Swiss government, who say great promise in him as a budding diplomat. He gladly accepted, and was thrust into the world of European geopolitics. At first it was daunting, frightening even, but being pretty close to an oratory genius, he quickly settled in. His government sent him all over Europe to negotiate in his country's name. Success after success, and suddenly he was hailed as an éminence grise, applauded in the Federal Palace. Then he was sent to France for a simple trade agreement. It was a week or so after Pierre arrived when the oil dried up and the alarms started blaring. For the first couple of years, his position helped him to survive. For the next eight, he relied mainly on his wits and powers of persuasion. A lone wanderer, he is now in Amiens. Praise Pok, Grace Gaius, Pierre has no need for rules and all that jazz. Now accept me.

Never witnessed battles with proper skills plugins, but it sounds like they were the **** and were really enjoyable. +1

Buubztik starts putting up apocalypse posters and preaching in the streets, shouting "DUH END AM NYGH!"

YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Very well done Fooddude. Bub'hozh +1 from me.

A world with no orcs vs a world with no life

Orcs aren't more mentally deficient than any other race.

Orcs will find a way to tame them. We always do.