_Jandy_

Huge

I actually really like the CRP lock and invis system despite all of the complaints on this thread. I'd like to see changes to permit halt emotes to be done in #s though. You just need to clarify that if it's conducted in #s then the halter starts the encounter 20 blocks away. If they utilize #rp then they begin 10 blocks away.

It's better than nothing but I don't think it's enough. The creation of the content is just as much a part of the issue as the distribution is.

"The Krughai pretends to answer to the Rex's demands. In truth they answer to the ideals he is meant to embody. Strength and Honor." - Rex Phaedrus'Yar [1527] __________________________________ The Horn of Yar sounded throughout the desert, summoning the Urukhim to encircle the Rexrock. Instead of Rex Grommash standing atop it, however, the armored Targoth paced with his helmet in his hand. "BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF THE HORDE." Grothzark'Dom turned to address those before him "News of Rex Grommash's death has spread like flames across the desert. In his absence Minto, the Druii, has fled. Now the pivotal ranks of Rex and Dominus each remain unclaimed. As the highest authority remaining with The Horde the responsibility falls to me to ensure that The Horde remains, although mournful, as strong as we may be in such tumultuous times. Such a wide absence in the powers of the South will test our convictions and obligations to remain honorbound. As a Lutauman of the Shamanic Lodge I am compelled to remind you all not to lose sight that our destiny, if our honor remains about us, is for eternal paradise in the Stargush'Stroh and Ancestral Spirits. Let none squander the gift of Krug over petty political squabbles. Allow us now to display why we are truly superior to the races Horen, Malin, and Urguan." Targoth Grothzark'Dom stamps the butt of his waraxe into the ground, signaling in the Krughai battlesigns by pointing three fingers towards the ground. "As the highest remaining authority within Krugmar, the Targoth, leader of the Urukhai- I hereby charge the Urukhai to uphold an honorable transition of powers in accordance with KRUG'S LAW." Might makes right. "Let not snakes infiltrate our great union. Should any foreigners, be they of Krug's blood or not, attempt to demand participation in the Rexklomps then I entrust my loyal Warbosses to execute them. These Warbosses are as follows and all members of the Urukhai are charged to follow their orders: FALUM'LUR KEZMUR'VINTEKI APEK'GORKIL KLOG'GORKIL MADOC'LUR They will be easily distinguished by wearing red horns upon their uniforms." "Those who do not live by Krug's Code shall never invoke it to attempt to curry favor. Only loyal and devout members of the Horde may challenge in accordance with the Rexrights. These challengers are to make themselves known promptly. The pit shall know toil when Aztran's sun next rises." __________________________________

This is what happens when you don't free Wud. Be warned.

In the depths of the southern desert, flames take their time to consume a war axe buried into the sands.. "By Grizh or Gaash.."

“By Grizh or Ghaash.” - Rex Vrogak’Gorkil [1481] __________________________________ It is the formal standing military of the Iron Horde and as a collective force are sworn to uphold Krug’s Codes and the Rex’s Will. Oath of the KrugHai: I swear upon my soul and my honor, now and forever, to uphold Krug’s Law. The pit is the grand justicar of the Bloodfather, the strongest Spirit. I will conduct myself with honor and integrity so that I may enjoy the splendor of the Stargush’Stroh, the greatest gift ever wrought for my soul and the souls of my kin. I will embrace strength and continue to hone my skills evermore so that I may stand proudly beside my brothers and sisters, just as I would desire for them to stand beside me. I will conduct myself with boundless valor in the face of both fear and hardship. My life will be in service to the urukhim and to defend our sands. I hold this axe as a reminder of my purpose, to be resolute in my oath - just as Krug stood unwaveringly against The Great Tempter. Strength guide me. Sands guide me. Spirits guide me. WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! __________________________________ This Military Order is comprised of the most imposing soldiers of the mortal domain and it is composed of those urukhim who have forsworn themselves to project strength and discipline. The Kruggrizh, who owe loyalty to this order, adhere to a strict ranking structure when they are performing actions in service of the Cult. The ranking system is as follows: > The Rex The ultimate authority within the Iron Horde. His commands are to be followed without question or delay. The only disobedience permitted to be shown is to formally challenge him to an honor klomp for his position within the state. The Rex is the Hordespeaker because of his strength and dominance. He is the apex of honor and the paragon of violence. Krug’s chosen. During times of war it is to be expected that the Rex will conscript all people loyal to the Iron Horde to become members of the KrugHai. > The Targoth The designated leader of the Cult of the Flaming Axe, better known as the KrugHai. This position is held by the right of the pit and is bound to follow the will of the Rex. The Targoth is responsible for mustering the urukhim, binding them to oaths of honor and conducting their trials, coordinating the outfitting of the cultists with armaments provided by the Rukahai, doling out discipline for disobedience, promoting the KrugHai as is most fit. In times of emergency the role of Targoth may be suspended and the Rex may assume the entirety of its responsibilities. > The Warbosses The most elite soldiers of the KrugHai, these generals have proven themselves through many battles and have unquestioned honor. They are truly devout to the security of the Iron Horde and answer firstly to the Rex and, thereafter, only to the Targoth. These Warbosses are responsible for recruiting members to the KrugHai, leading the warbands in the absence of the Targoth, and maintaining the many desert garrisons of the Iron Horde which presently include The Black Gate, Fort Mormokh, and other minor outposts. > Yellers These members of the Cult are blooded through battles, they have taken their oaths, and they answer when the Yar Horn beckons. They have earned the privilege to wear the uniform of the KrugHai and come to understand the responsibility they bear as formally inducted members of the Orkish Militia. > Grunts Those that comprise the rank of Grunt are aspirants to the Cult. They are unproven and untrialed. They are yet to make a name for themselves and do not yet bear the right to wear the uniform armaments of the KrugHai. They are to be watched closely by the Targoth and the Warbosses and are the most likely suspects of disobedience in the fields of war. The Wargoths of the Horde Clans will be invited to recruit particularly promising recruits into their own ranks. Note upon the Keshig: These closely held and selfless bodyguards of the Rex lay beyond the orders of the Cult and answer explicitly to the Rex’s Orders. Kheshigs, upon ordination into that elite sect, are granted the functional status of a Warboss within the KrugHai while upon the battlefield. __________________________________ Trials of the KrugHai: To become a Grunt- To become a Grunt one must simply accompany The Rex, The Targoth, or a Warboss upon a raid or battle and earn their approval. To become a Yeller- Upon careful evaluation in their time as a Grunt, if they have proved themselves capable, then they will be invited into the Cult of the Flaming Axe. To be officially inducted they will stand before the Rex or the Targoth while holding an axe upright before them. The axe will be engulfed in flame and the Grunt will hold the burning axe while they recant the oath of the Order. Upon completion of this they will be afforded the uniform armaments of the KrugHai. To become a Warboss- After a long tenure as a Yeller a particularly distinguished member of the KrugHai may be invited by the Targoth to join this distinguished rank. To do so they will be charged to capture and kill a [XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX] and make such a sacrifice unto Vulka - The Immortal Spirit of Warfare, Strategy, and Siegecraft. This sacrifice will be witnessed by the Motsham or one of his appointed representatives. To become a Targoth- To ascend to the rank of Targoth one must defeat the previous Targoth in an honor klomp for the rank. If the rank has been vacated or left dormant than the Rex will appoint a Targoth to his liking who must then defend the title against any prospective challengers. Upon ascent to the position of Targoth it is expected that they will host a private tourney among the Keshigs and Warbosses for the entertainment of the Rex. Afterwards a meeting of thoughtful planning will commence. To become the Rex- The Rex is the supreme leader of the Iron Horde and to attain this rank you must defeat the previous Rex in an honor klomp for the title or, in the event of a vacancy or dormancy, then one must formally declare ownership of the rank and defeat all challengers for it. This is the Right of the Pit and Krug’s Law. The new Rex is expected to christen the helms of his sworn KrugHai with the painted print of his palm. *Battlefield Promotions may be conducted by the Rex, Targoth, or Warbosses. __________________________________ Krug himself donned the scaled armor of a defeated Scaddernak, proclaiming himself champion of the desert in place of the beast. Now his children must don armor of their own and retain his claim to the sands. This armor is tailor made to suit a warfighter of the barren desert while adequately protecting them from any invaders or beasts of the night. The horns upon the sallet helmets would help to distinguish rank, with the colors of these horns varying. Ivory Horns - Yellerate Red Horns - Warbosses Black Horns - The Targoth Golden Horns - The Rex __________________________________ Upon attaining the rank of Yeller you will become privy to a classified silent battle language that is conducted by non-verbal signals with your non-dominant hand. This code is designed to be utilized by raiding parties and is optimized for the urukhim who is holding a shield or a knife in their off-hand as well as for the empty handed. This code will be altered each decade so that it’s secrets do not fall into the hands of our enemies. The Code: Affirmative- [REDACTED] Negative- [REDACTED] Enemies Near- [REDACTED] This is a Friend- [REDACTED] Attack Soon- [REDACTED] Attack Now- [REDACTED] Help Them- [REDACTED] Get Help- [REDACTED] Go Away- [REDACTED] Be Careful- [REDACTED] Be Ready- [REDACTED] Distract Them- [REDACTED] Be At Ease- [REDACTED] Prepare to Flee- [REDACTED] I Am Ready- [REDACTED] Follow Me- [REDACTED] I Will Follow Them- [REDACTED] Come Close to Them- [REDACTED] Stop- [REDACTED] Pain Here- [REDACTED] Thank You- [REDACTED] Pay Attention to This/Them- [REDACTED] I Am Busy- [REDACTED] They Just Lied- [REDACTED] We Are In Danger- [REDACTED] Allies Are Coming- [REDACTED] Enemies Are Coming- [REDACTED] Kill At Will- [REDACTED] __________________________________ In order to endow prestige upon the members of the Cult of the Flaming Axe for their great acts of valor a collection of remarkable medals have been assembled. They will be given to the members of the KrugHai by the Rex or the Targoth. The Mithril Gate - Given to members of the KrugHai who partake in a successful defense upon the capital city of the Iron Horde. The Aurum Shield - Given to members of the KrugHai who partake in a successful rescue raid to save the Rex. The Onyx Rhino - Given to members of the KrugHai who kill 10 men upon a single battlefield. The Ivory Fist - Given to members of the KrugHai who were pivotal to the capture of an enemy king or queen. The Silver Jabbernack - Given to members of the KrugHai who have served a tenure as Rex. The Sapphire Cactus - Given to members of the KrugHai who have killed 15 whitewashes. The Crimson Fang - Given to members of the KrugHai who have partaken in a victorious war. __________________________________ THE STATUS OF HORDE RELATIONS: The Desert: Qalasheen - Allied Kwee - Allied Aluria - Allied Hyspia - Hostile Numendil - Unfriendly Humanity: Norland - Neutral Balian - Neutral Petra - Neutral Aaun - Neutral Minitz - Neutral Vlachia - Neutral Reinmar - Neutral Haense - Unfriendly Elfendom: Amathine - Friendly Haelun’Or - Neutral Nevaehlen - Neutral Nor’Asath - Neutral Rah’Tuma - Hostile Sakuragakure - Friendly Vikela - Neutral Talar’Nor - Neutral Other: Dunwen - Friendly Vortice - Friendly Lurin - Friendly Ostoja - Neutral Kaethul - Friendly Ravenmire - Allied Ravenswood - Neutral Urguan - Unfriendly Hokhmat - Hostile __________________________________ ROSTER OF THE KRUGHAI The Rex - Grommash’Gorkil (Narthok) Targoth - Grothzark’Dom (_Jandy_) Warbosses - Falum’Lur (Stargush) Kezmur’Vinteki (Rlngo) Apek’Gorkil (Olpx) Klog’Gorkil (LobsterLarry) Minto’Lur (Hermit_Jack) Madoc’Lur (TheAmazingSewer) Yellers - Drolzu’Gorkil(JerryTheNoob) Druggen’Gorkil (Orlanth) Himdokh’Azog (Boomsteel) Kronk (FalseLogicIT) Veizark’Vukh (Dracanium) Gundanat’Vukh (Hairy_Sonic) Gnarla’Vukh (HypedAngel) Obok Metaldrinks (Wulfric_Borr) Slith Cobbett(_Helmet_) Zabub’Lur (Astrophysical) Gharak’Yar (Gomoore) Fagh’Xetol’Yar (Alioth192) Murthraka’Lur (patato12) Foo’Tzie (drfate786) Gutlug’Lur (Wasteland_Shaman) Gazhnahk’Akaal (BakedPotato7) Votar'Lur (eamorc) Grunts - Bon (LordMJO) Spuds (Turbo_Dog) Gummy (Zemzy_Oakheart) Hakiki (IttyBittyMitty) Drorg’Vukh (MandoDragon) Gul’ash (FloralHedgehog) Grunt Application: Name- Race- Place of Residence- Battle Experience- __________________________________ [Pictured below is the red handprint of Rex Grommash]

Wow. Ur so handsome for this. Ty.

:)

Grothzark'Dom begins training for his undercard bout by driving fist, shin, and shoulder into the spines of cacti.

Grothzark'Dom reads the written missive, croaking aloud to those who'd listen "Da twig would only meet in zekret agh upon neutral landz. Too many otherz would interuppt da duel to put down the magi. Sandz guide lat, Bruddah Klog."

Grothzark'Dom had delivered his report back to the Motsham and it was one of despair. His stomach turned and he laid awake deep into the night. His discussion with the Rah'tumans had backfired. He had ventured into the foreign lands with a heartfelt and genuine desire to prevent conflicts with the Pharaoh and his peoples. He pleaded only for Atemu-Ta to meet with Motsham Madoc. Yet he was rebuffed, and not only this, those witnesses within the library of Te'uth now saw him as the enemy. These peoples were hardened by the sands. Disciplined by the spirits. Dignified through the practices of warfare. Yet they found no brotherhood with the sons of Krug. Now they had taken ink to paper, insulting and enraging the populace of the Horde. Peace now seemed a nigh impossible outcome but he would strive for it nonetheless. Such blood spilt would be for naught and an affront to the Spirits. Grothzark bestirred himself, clambering out of his bunk to speak with Rex Grommash and implore for him to meet with the Rah'tumans. ペ "Let there not be exchanged brutality amongst our people. Though if it must be so then deliver us a victory to be recalled."

OFFICIAL WARRANT FOR THE IMMEDIATE ARREST OF MINTO'LUR 13th of The Amber Cold, 167 S.A. By mandate of the resilient Rex Grommash, the Hordespeaker- Dominus Minto'Lur is to be arrested under the following charges: - SECRECY - OATHBREAKING - DECEPTION - DRUIDRY - INFERNAL OCCULTISM Minto, the halfling, is to be arrested and confined within the Underkrug until the time of his trial. This trial is to be deferred from the Rex to the representatives of the Shamanic Lodge, thus conducted by the sagacious Motsham Madoc'Lur. Henceforth Minto'Lur's appointed responsibilities, obligations, and privileges as Dominus of the Horde are totally suspended. The trial of the Otter Druid, Minto Townsend, Elder of Lur, will be a private affair of The Shamanic Lodge. Witnesses called upon for testimony must be approved by Motsham Madoc'Lur. If you would like to submit evidence or personally testify in this trial please send a letter or convene with either Madoc'Lur or Grothzark'Dom. ペ ~ Amul guide us. ~

Name: Grothzark'Dom Race: Uruk Type(s) of Shaman: Lutauman Teacher(s): Madoc'Lur

Stargush'Stroh circa 164. The Ruzob Ukûnûrlug was without a doubt the greatest feat of architectural design devised by orcish minds. The structure was surrounded by 13 distinct biomes which were each studied by scroll carrying goblins who spent their days taking notes on the soils, fauna, flora, and weather patterns. The structure was a colossal dome that reached 250 feet tall and the spire pierced the clouds for another 30 feet into the air. This place within the orcish afterlife was home to those with boundless curiosity and those who let pride plague their wealth of knowledge. This place, and its endless alleys of scrolls and books, was known as The Halls of Endless Study. A mortal shaman trudged past a bundled up hobgoblin who studied the frozen tundra. Confusion struck the Lutauman as he thought ‘This ancestral earned his eternal reward and spends it with his knees in the snow..’ Grothzark’Dom despised the wickedness of the snow. How his ears burned, his fingers numbed, and how the wetness seeped into his boots. He rushed to enter the oversized dual doors which were flanked by braziers that burnt blueflame. Such oddities failed to phase the shaman anymore, the spirits had shown that their domain was unlike that of the mortal world a hundred times over. Grothzark entered the halls and found himself at a reception desk where he idled. Nobody seemed to be attending it. Hours passed and so did many unhelpful scholars. Hunger gnawed at the shamans stomach and weariness weighed at his eyes. He knew better than to enter the depths of the halls without permission - spirits were strict, litigious, and unforgiving. The shaman rummaged through a stack of tomes on the desk [The Rexdom of Rex’Rix’Rax Volume VII] [Ledger of Atheran Trog Transactions] [Veluluai and Dom: An Unlikely Friendship] [The Origins of Halflings and Their Long Lost Ferocity] [Narrative of the Life of Malgunuz’Raguk]. The Uruk sighed and went to pick up the history book on halflings before a tiny pink hand cracked a cane down upon his head “Don’ be touchin’!” barked out a big chinned halfling from behind the reception desk. “Bobo’Lur..” commented the grey-skinned uruk, rubbing his forehead which began to redden from the blow “Ya sure aint tellin’ me nothin’ new.” said the ancestral spirit who was clad in earthtone robes “Wha’s a mortal like you doin’ here anyhow? Always lookin’ for something. Can never jus’ be patient like the rest’o us.” The lutauman jested “Mostly waiting zo far..” “Only a fool expec’s a spirit to be mindful of time!” hollers the tiny Lur “When ya got all o’ infinity before ya the days an’ hours seem to blur.” Grothzark cackled “Zuppose zo.” a pause filled the air, which seemed to make the crackling of open flames pop louder “Elder Bobo, me be heyr wiv da intent to learn ob da mysteries ob Da World Kaktuz. We mortals have no zeeds from da previous realmz.” Bobo rubbed his grotesquely bulbous chin “You’ll be needin’ a proppah scholar o’ historikcal shamanism, hmm?” he seemed to scan the surrounding venue, lifting himself onto his hairy tip-toes, as though one might be passing by at any moment “Old git Thurak is warden of da Yar Gallery. To get there go you’ll have ta go down under the librareh by takin’ the bone staircase.” ペ It took quite a while but now that the shaman had some direction on where to go he felt somewhat reinvigorated. The bone staircase turned out to be hidden within a glimmering redstone sarcophagus which, when opened, revealed a winding stairwell which had its steps made of rib bones. The shaman wasn’t sure but he suspected the bones to be of straddoth origin. With each step upon the bones they rang out a distant macabre caterwaul that was so pained that it led Grothzark to suspect that it was the last sounds that the beast made before it met its end. The temperature cooled as the shaman descended into the depths of pitch black stone though that very stone, in time, opened up to a foyer. The foyer had a mosaic floor which depicted a white turtle that swam through a golden pool. Standing over the intricate floor was a bloodsteel gate with Old Blah text etched into the bars - what laid beyond the gate was obscured by a thick cloth veil which was woven into the pattern of a zodiac. A dozen ancient desert beasts chased each other in a circle as the sourceless wind blew and caused the drapes to ripple. The shaman stepped forth, in an abundance of caution, around the depiction of the turtle. He neared the bars of the gate to study the Old Blah inscriptions, translating under his breath so as to whisper out “Gold that won’t glow. Grains that don’t grow. Earth that shall blow. What I am, do you know?” The Dom rubbed his forehead in annoyance. “Ob courze there’z a riddle involved.” A groan escaped him before he took a deep breath a reread the riddle to himself “Word-danzin’ globz.” He touched the bars of the gate as he spoke the answer in the Old Tongue “Rar.” Upon the words being spoken the gate began to lift up into the ceiling and the grin that pulled at the uruk’s face could not be denied. He stepped forth with pride past the veil to find a circular chamber with two figures within it. As the mortal entered the two ancestrals looked up from the tomes they studied to scan him over. The male, dark green skin and spectacles rested upon the bridge of his nose, spoke up “Throm’ka.. Who enterz da Gallery ob Yar?” Grothzark stepped forth, placing a hand on his chest as he introduced himself “Grothzark’Dom, Waghbozz of da Horde, Lutauman of da Lodge-” The fe-orc, possibly not of pure orkish descent, cut him off “Cub of Nazark’Gorkil.” “Lat must be Elphaba’Gorkil-Yar.” The Lutauman responded “Renowned healer of yore.” Pride was the weakness of all spirits that the shaman had met and the flustered grin that settled on the woman’s face proved such to be true yet again. She responded “Welkome to da gallery, mortal. Wub is it that lat seek?”' Thurak scanned the Dom up and down, unsure of him “He haz lost something.” The Lutauman nodded in admission “Da Horde has lost all seedz ob da World Kaktuz agh seekz answers on how we may enjoy it’z splendor once more. Old Bobo blahed zomething about searchyng heyr to find scholarz ob more ancient shamanic practicez.” Thurak stood, pushing up his glasses and tossing a sheet over the works which laid upon his desk. Grothzark caught a glimpse of a kind of golemic construct and an intricately carved crimson tablet that both disappeared under the sheet. The old Yar, who stood at what seemed to be the height of a Braduk, barked at him “Lat of mortalz all should hav an understandyng of how diz kan be done. Did latz popo teach latz nothing?” Grothzark did not flinch as the old man’s spittle crashed into his chest “He did nub believe it waz hiz place to teach me to be a shomo. It muzt be earned by merit, nub by blood. Da orkish way.” Annoyance overwhelmed Thurak’Yar, so much so that he pulled the spectacles from off of his nose “Nub, dumbskah. Ramakhet.” he said, as though the one name would explain things. Grothzark stared at him with a blank look which drew out another exasperated groan from Thurak - that groan, in turn, drew out a snickering giggle from Elphaba who sat behind him. “Ramakhet, da spirit ob da desert. He iz nub well known because to be drawn into hiz realm direktly iz death. It iz zo unforgiving that the windz alone would eat lat to da bone before lat had da chanz to draw a coarse breath.” A forest green finger shot up into the air as if to indicate that his lecture was not done “Yet.. Az Nazark dizkovered, wholly by accident, da lezzer spirit ob oases may protekt latz within da realm ob Ramakhet… Her naym iz Ytris.” Grothzark furrowed his brows at this “Zo lat want me to go into Ramakhet’z domain agh convince diz merciless dezert spirit to give uz the power to grow a world kaktuz?” The shaman had asked one too many stupid questions and Thurak blitzed him, although the ancestral spirit appeared like an old geezer the speed at which he moved proved that to be wholly false. A right fist found the Dom’s ribs, doubling him over right into a left uppercut that met a tusk and dazed the lutauman. “Find da lezzer spirit ob Ramakhet, Sorghal. Spirit ob Cacti.” The battered shaman, still doubled over, looked up to the old Yar and took a deep breath. “I will devote da tome dat rekountz zuch aktionz to the both ob latz.” he explains “Zo lat may add it to da Gallery.” Tusked grins sprouted in unison from the spirits at this.

Grothzark'Dom takes the lower half of the torn missive from Wargoth Apek, reading the signature "Champion of Ogrol... Da spirit of despair?" He asks aloud "Figurez."