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  1. Burbur entrapped in Ogrol’s realm. The Rex Burbur’Lur sat within the tower of the fortress within San’Strokh, the air around him hazy with the smoke of cactus. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he read over the report from the remaining Hou-Zi, he had scratched their back, in return all he received was a void where they used to be, without a single word. He began his chant to take him to the Spirit Realm, long had Burbur been a Farseer, and in his many years never had he made such a mistake, he trusted the Keshig next to him to keep the room quiet, so that he may concentrate in his already frustrated state, but a loud bang echoed through the room, steadily it grew louder as Burbur realized himself that the Keshig was the one making such a racket, his eyes widened as he realized what the Orc was muttering under his breath, one of those closest to him who he had given his trust had truly stabbed him in the back. Burbur’s vision faded and he felt the gaze of two malicious presences, he had been sent to the realm of Ogrol, beside the infamous spirit sat one of it’s lesser spirits, a dryder like creature with a cage on it’s back, Burbur recognized that there were others inside of this cage, each labeled with a collar around their necks. ‘Gus’, ‘Rickardo’ ,‘Retnuh’, alongside others sat in the cage, a hopeless look on their faces. Burbur opened his mouth to speak but the spirits said no words, he was condemned. From within the cage Burbur vowed never to trust another again. The council of The Warnation sat around Burbur’s unmoving body, it would be obvious to Hargurr and Nazark what had happened, but there was little they could do, Burbur’s fate rest entirely in the fate of the malicious spirits who lust for nothing but power. It was up to these councilors what story would be told, and what direction the Uzg would go in now. OOC: Thank you to all the Orcs who stuck with me in my months leading, we went from a tiny community to one of the most active nations for a time, it is unfortunate that this is the way things had to go, but I cannot justify playing on the server after what has happened. Hold your heads up and keep going, you guys are capable of great things. To all my other friends, I’ll be around on discord if you ever need anything, and might log in for the warclaims, thanks for being cool all these years. I hope that soon everyone will see how silly it is to have a system where players do not even know they have done something until they are already punished for it, and even then they might not know what they have done, and are given almost no opportunity to defend themselves. Anyways. Gug’ye.
  2. ((If anyone like Ser Gregor Thorne would like to join our Hou-Zi community, please feel free to join and we can help sort you out. https://discord.gg/cdyvy6w)) Shen-Li ponders where the Hou with loose skin had gone
  3. Shen-Li sat in his bath later that day, washing the blood from his pristine white fur “Despite giving the council so much power, they still conspire and tear our people apart. With words this could’ve been settled easily, instead despite outnumbering us more than three to one, the warriors die and the cowards live, no easy roots for a settlement.” he murmurs to himself “Xiahou, you will rest in heaven my old friend.”
  4. THE BATTLE OF LEUVEN 12th of The Deep Cold, 1716 The iron of Renatian armour thudded against paths forged from cobblestone, a small contingent moving out to initiate a skirmish ahead of the battle that was to come: their aim to whittle Orenian pride to oblivion. Though, laughter was issued to the opposition in lieu of battle for they had retreated with haste; A pitiful display. The few remaining Orenian Soldiers being cut down as they fled the battlefield. All those who sacrificed their lives for the Imperium, the High Elven and Orcish people included, knew what was to come; A ferocious battle was looming ahead that would coerce those involved to hoist their banners at their respective cities -- as the prior battle had. For the Marnan forces, it could only be assumed fear ran rampant amongst their ranks after struggling to attain a victory in so long. In contrast, the forces of the Imperium had nothing but surges of confidence, their cavalry of steadfast intentions ready to once more combat the foe matched against them. “BRING OUT THE CAVALRY”, screamed out the Reiter captain Ewan as he ushered a horde of fine horsemen from within the city -- now prepared to mow down the Marnans. “MAEHR'SAE HIYLUN'EHYA”, stated the Okarir'tir in a calm tone of voice. He, akin to the rest of the Sillumiran, were already certain of the outcome of the battle that was about to occur. “KRUG KRUG KRUG”, chanted the Rex Burbur’Lur with ferocity alongside his orcish horde; Ichor would be claimed by the wrathful orcs who saw combat as nothing more than sport. “FOR THE ALL-FATHER!”, sung out Aeyn of the House of Ruric, afterwards solemnly reciting prayers in his mind for the Marnans that would fall in battle. “AVE GODFREY!”, was the last shout to be heard before the battle raged on - ushered out in unison by the united Imperium who were more than prepared to die for their Emperor. And so, it began, the battle initiated with either side positioned at opposite ends of the bridge from Leuven. There was no hesitant pause as arrows rained from the sky piercing men from either side with no remorse. Neither side dare push across the bridge which acted as a tactical choke-point; Such would ultimately result in one’s demise. A reiver brigand rode at the posterior of Renatian forces; One may have deemed this as a proficient course of action, though as the Imperium’s commanders had foreseen such a tactic being employed, their own cavalry was positioned in hiding. They leapt from behind oaken trees and cut off the malignant bandits forces amidst their chase. The already frightened men of Marna heard the screams of dying Reivers and naturally backed retreated from the bridge and into the confines of the Leuvenite tavern. This was all that was needed for the Imperium to pounce; “CHARGE!“ King Alvar harked upon noting the newly created space. And that is where the battle comes to an end, hundreds of men butchered effortlessly as they stowed themselves away in Leuven with fright. Some even resorted to pleading for their lives beneath the tables they had hid beneath; None was given. “The 104th Grievance!” cheered the citizens of Renatus on their way back to their residences.
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    THE ORCS REMEMBER

    Burbur’Lur shrugs and banishes this Raguk, and any who ally themselves with him, not that any orc in their right mind would.
  6. Burbur frowns as the Empire begins its war on drugs
  7. Rex Burbur’Lur signs this pact.
  8. A vision of a burning Alderyn sent to the Farseers of Krugmar. The Farseers of the Uzg sat around the large bonfire, within it they were reminded of the city the elves of Alderyn had so readily burned to the ground. The small group of them had received similar images of the elves refusal to fight, a small group of Dragon Knight’s attacking the Snow Elven city, winning despite their disadvantaged numbers. (This account has been translated into common by Burbur’s scribe) Burbur opened his mouth “How can we justify protecting those who would burn their own city, the homes of their people before defending it, when our own brethren fought to their last breath defending our own land?” Nazark of Clan Gorkil, one of the older shamans of Krugmar responded after a few moments of thought “What choice do we have otherwise?” Burbur responded quickly this time “The humans have offered us a way out, a way out of the senseless death of our people, a way to please the spirits that plague us with visions.” Hargurr, Former Wargoth of Clan Gorkil and current Dominus of Krugmar, squints softly into the fire as the flames dance on the charred logs. His eyes flick to Burbur for a moment, studying his mentors face before resuming his blank stare at the flames. “There is no honor in fighting for those who simply refuse to fight for themselves. If I am to die, it will not be done so cowering in a cold, frozen castle.” Nazark would nod, looking between the other Farseers through the flame “Neither side has offered us solace for a substantial amount of time.” he barks out “Not as though we would accept it.” would be muttered afterwards. He would pause again “Our evaluation of this, as of all things, should be rooted in devotion to the spirits and the integrity of our honor.” Burbur shakes his head, his eyes unblinking as he stares into the warm glow of the fire “What honor is there protecting those who would let others siege our city before leaving their own?” Nazark quickly bites back, seeming as though he’s ready to stand “Our alliances have never been rooted in adoration of the spineless whelps that comprise the other militaries of our realms.” he says, meeting Burbur’s eyes “Each one is rooted in the idea of preservation. Preserving our lives, our culture, our spirits.” The flames would glimmer on his golden tusk caps as he continued “Every alliance is forged out of the ideals of honor and devotion, what will best contribute to such tenants. If we must pact with the weak or cowardly to do so then so be it.. One cause.” he raises a finger and meets the gaze of the other Farseers “Whichever path takes us there is the one we ought follow.” Burbur solemnly nods his head “Many names will be called over this, but it is for the good of our people, as well as the spirits, we are no good to either of them dead. We must look out for our own people, I do not think we could survive another uprooting, all our work will go to waste.” The next day Burbur’Lur made his way to the podium under the statue of Krug, many uruks from various clans gathered before him, the Hou-Zi, as well as the honoraries and snagas. ”It is with no sorrow, and no regret that I announce our leaving of the pact with the Elven Union who would have us give up the lands to our north, that would bend to the Snow Elves who will defend with full force no city but there own. I offer my apologies to those of house Staunton who came out of hiding for this potential coalition, that day is not today, as the elves will not even give a field skirmish a chance. Let it be known that Din’Lasalen of Alderyn, while having burned down his own city, was willing to fight until the end.” the goblin shook his head, spitting on the ground ”No longer will we lose our lands, we will continue to grow stronger as Uruks alongside the Empire, and in this war, our warriors will grow into the likelihood of those of the past, and once more will we be able to call ourselves the War Nation of Krugmar, once more will we be known to the world as a force that is worth recognizing.”
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    Sugarfoots

    Doupac Sugarfoot smiles widely, opening his moth and beginning to sing a short verse “Yes I am Doupac and I like to rhyme. Come along with the Sugarfoots and you’ll have a good time. Make sure to praise the holy camel. As in it’s radience it is truly the best mammal.”
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    Clan Lur

    Burbur of Clan Lur for around three centuries, former war goth and current Rex ponders disowning the clan after being forgotten.
  11. KBR

    The Summoning

    Burbur’Lur cackles as his blood spirit summoning ritual went into effect, his mind growing as the great words of Clive ran through his head. ((I will not apologize for summoning this man
  12. Sorry boys, I performed the blood ritual.

    1. KeatonUnbeaten

      KeatonUnbeaten

      all good, if it wernet u it wouldve been me 😞

    2. drfate786

      drfate786

      False, it was me all along.. Isn’t that right? @Vege

  13. “Fake news, you killed an imposter not the real High Councillor.” said Galar Ithalanen, having just seen the High Councillor safe and well in the palace.
  14. Burbur’Lur cackles wildly as he signs.
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