CheekyNolan

"Why is it always Karls, Stephens, and Ottos with these people." remarks an ageing orenian.

Kargak awaits the honour klomp eagerly.

Warchief Kargak gives his nod of approval.

@Harold has clearly voted

"It's the silver turds, too many high elves in the Dominion!" Calen says.

Why do you feel the need to post these once every two weeks?

Calen rubs his hands together, "Time for the real fun to start!"

jesus ****

throw me in

IGN: Nolan_ Full/Clothing/Head/Edit: Clothing Alex/Steve form (if you choose the alex form you're a soyboy and i cant make female skins anyway): MALE Ref: Description/Reference:You get the idea, I have a pre-existing head for the skin so I'll send you that on discord for the arm shading when you get round to it. As for the green pelt in the ref, I'm not sure that'll look good ig so maybe change that to a natural pelt colour? Keep it green if you think that'd look better, I'm happy with anything in terms of that. No cloak like in the first ref pic and no little scarf thing. @boy Your discord/skype so I can contact you if I need you to elaborate about your request: You've got it

3/10 small edge

Kargak'Braduk roman salutes!

"Rivia, home of the marked men!" An elderly human comments

"wowe" says Calen the Wood-Elf 'mutt' as described by Mare.

"Vimmark..." A Rothesay ponders, "Almost as irrelevant as my family now!"

-16th of the Grand Harvest, 1653- -Kargak’Braduk donning his armour, awaiting orders from Rex Leydluk- Kargak, one of the few orcs of Braduk blood left, found himself standing inside the long vacant clan hall of his kin, reflecting the past, present, and future of his clan. He had only recently become a figure within the War Nation but within that time he had been on numerous raids and developed a contempt for the lack of Braduk presence. The once great Wargoth clan had fallen far in recent history, being demoted by the Rex to a Warchief clan as a sign it no longer had the man power or the drive to be truly successful, to Kargak this was an issue of a lack of ambition and strong, devoted leadership. Consequently, the orc’s mind wandered to the image of Gilgamesh. He had not seen the other bloodline Braduk in a while and, while showing promise as a leader, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. Without further ado, the headstrong orc of green complexion stepped out into the midday sun and took stand near the fighting pit. He and his Raguk compatriots, alongside with his already trusted friend and clansman, Gholug, had gathered a fair number of the Krugmar orcs. All other talking hushed as Kargak’s booming voice echoed through the area. “I am Kargak, son of Durakhan, son of Khan. One of the last to have the blood of Braduk pump through his veins!” He paused for an instant, exhaling a breath. “There is no birthright to the title of leader of clan Braduk though, as displayed by my uncle. With Gilgamesh’s repeated absence, clan Braduk finds itself in a difficult position.” He gazed over the audience, Braduk blue eyes settling on Larty Wun-Eye, the aging confidant of countless Braduk leaders, before continuing. “I will lead the goblin, uruks and ologs of clan Braduk into a re-emergence! The inception of clan Braduk’s next golden age!” He stood up straight with a roll of his shoulders and clenched his fist to accentuate his point. “Brothers and Sisters! I am seizing the title of Warchief with the willingness to do what the clan needs, from this day forth ‘til I am unable to do it anymore. I, Kargak’Braduk, will lead the brothers and sisters of clan Braduk as their leader and speak and act on their behalf. My uncle and any Braduk orc for that matter is welcome to challenge me for this honour. Furthermore, I am announcing that clan Braduk is recruitin’ and only the strongest with true ambition will be accepted! Any brothers or sisters wantin’ to join and willin’ to help rebuild the clan will be welcomed with the warmest reception the Braduks can give. Ghash Nagraufom!” He concludes, trudging off from the crowd with his clansmen Yazgurtan Gholug and Larty Wun-Eye at his back.

it wasn't the blue

still love me?

"Mi have nub problem wiv diz but hiz name iz zhag!" Morgoth cracks himself up.

still doing work?

Morgoth cheers for the returned clansmate!

still weak

A Rothesay wrings his hands.