TheNanMan2000

I don’t play Pokemon but I saw Throh in your team and I’ve decided he’s all I need

Although I adore Raguk’s massive amount of Lore and unique Clan roleplay, I don’t want every other Clan in Krugmar to feel compelled to push out their own Clan-specific lore pieces and feats in order to keep up with Clan Raguk and it’s aggressive noob-wrangling.  It’s not that other Clans aren’t able to, because they are, but because it’s completely un-necessary to keep the Nation of Krugmar, and the Orcish Race afloat, to have Clan feuds for the sakes of circle-jerking.  There’s no reason the Clans can’t have their own unique Lore but still mix it all together to make a diverse and attractive Nation to various amounts of players without having 1 Clan farm everything for themselves.  Orcs already have insane Clan beasts, atop their Clan lore.  We don’t want to compel more Lore bloating.

Hey, I’m the current Orc Rex.  Feel free to give me a message in-game if you want some RP – My username is: TheNanMan2000

Following tracks through the desert, Murak led three Orcs on their hunt.  Zhanzokk’Gorkil, a giant Olog with a massive, two-handed axe.  Zralah’Gorkil, another huge Orc with a Poleaxe, and Burbur’Lur, an Elementalist.  Eventually, they found a large skull, and apon close inspection, they found a pack of Amber Wolves inside, along with some pups.  Before they could make a plan, Zhanzokk let out a blood-thirsty roar, awakening the Wolves, with their Alpha leaping out to Zhanzokk, quickly followed by another.  Before Burbur or Zralah could react, another 2 leapt out.  Murak, un-accosted and mounted on his Demigryph, spurred his companion forwards, causing the Demigryph to leap onto the back of the Alpha Amber Wolf, piercing deep into it’s back, then quickly finishing it off with a swift blow to it’s head using it razor-sharp beak.  As soon as that had finished, he stood up on the saddle, Poleaxe in one hand, knife in the other and leapt onto the back of the other Amber Wolf attacking Zhanzokk, however his weight collapsed the large Wolf, causing it to roll atop him, with it’s acidic fur burning furiously at his skin.  Quickly, he stabbed the knife into it’s neck, then it’s stomach, repeatedly until it also met the fate of it’s Alpha.  Rising to his feet, skin blistering with blood and acid, Burbur and Zralah was fighting the last Wolf.  Before long, that final Wolf also met it’s fate, and after tending to the acid burns many had sustained, they looked inside the skull, finding the Wolf pups still inside, each taking one for their own.  Murak still has his Amber Wolf pup, which he trains and feeds tentatively as an experienced tamer, hoping to honour Freygoth with his care for the animal, and Votar for the Hunt.

Thanks @Dragonslayerelf for the sicc event

Mûrak would be at his home a little ways-away from San’Khatun, practising his blacksmithing.  He’d receive a letter of the news, smiling broadly and letting out a roar ”Glozug Votar!” Then hammering away at the spear-head quicker and with more vigour, awaiting the start of the new Season.

The Rex of Krugmar, deep within the Desert and sat apon his throne in San’Khatun, deliberates the battle against September Prince.  His kin has been slaying and hunting, and he overlooks his war-table, un-sure as to whether he should send his hordes of Warriors and wild beasts against the Champion of the Aspects, or against Elves that had wronged them.

Ang Gijak-Ishi
Iron in Blood
 

lol **** sake these posts always make me laugh, even though I probs shouldn’t

(Freygoth encompasses all wild beasts)

Sat apon his throne, Demigryph beside him and writing letters, he’d receive Groggnar ”Ah honourabul Uruk, wiv dah zame umount ov enthuziazm dat mi haz peep’d in Urukz whu hav gone on tu du meneh hozh fyngz.  Keep up lat’z hard work, bruddah”

As the current Rex of Krugmar, me, Brazilianski and many of my other loyal friends amongst the Orcs have made a massive push to centralize ourselves around RP again, and to enrich Orcish culture.  Our playerbase has also followed along in our focus, making strides to remove toxicity and bringing as much of our conversations to RP as possible.  As a former Human for many years, I can honestly say that being an Orc is not only great RP, but an amazing lifestyle to lose yourself in. +1

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Official Declaration of a New Rexdom - Mûrak'Gorkil

4^th of Deep Cold, 1693

A New Challenger Approaches

From deep within the Desert North of plundered Krugmar, a Challenger marches the waves of sand and sharp effaces of stone.  A black furred Demigryph, decorated with scars from past hunts, with a brown skinned and equally scarred rider atop, wielding his famous Poleaxe.  Beside him are his loyal Clansmen, Shakul’Gorkil, ex-Rex of Krugmar and devout follower of Azog, greatest Blacksmith and 2^rd born son of Gorkil.  Another, Nazark’Gorkil, a long-standing Farseer of the Clan who’s knowledge keeps us standing.  Then is Skorkon’Gorkil, a past Ugluk, riding his own Ugluk Bull as a monument to his past Clan, dedicated to the 3^nd born son of Gorkil, Ugluk the renown Warrior. So is Rokag’Gorkil, a Lutauman under the famed Falum’Lur and an Orc who’s legend is still in the making.

The group of Orcs, bound by blood and the steeped history of Clan Gorkil, pass Krugmar’s battered walls and ransacked buildings on their march to Fort Stronk, it’s grim display a reminder as to the adversity Orc-kin face, and the result of falling to it’s foes.  Such a fall shall not be permitted, an oath whispered by Murak, although fully knowing his Ancestors and the Spirits were listening.

Finally reaching Fort Stronk, standing tall as a bastion of Orc-kind’s final stand and surrounded by the ocean, the group of Gorkils march through the camp and into the keep, declaring infront of all Orcs present

“Ay am Mûrak'Gorkil, pazt Waghchief ov Klan Gorkil, loyal bruddah ov Waghgoff agh Targoff Vorgak’Gorkil agh pazt Waghgoff, agh Rex, Shakul’Gorkil, now Waghgoff ov Klan Gorkil, challungez all whu zeek dah title ov Rex to ah azh on azh, unarmed klomp in Zan’Khatun, dah Goi in dah Dezert!”

 

Hozh zkah, bruddah

ebik

”Uh, whu diz?” remarked a confused Murak, then continued on to find more active RPers

Suitable Ambience

Mokûrz Ztaun, Season of Hate

Along the road heading to Belvitz, Murak’Gorkil rode his Demigryph, looking for Imperials to slay, he came across a Kha, named Cat. It was the Mokûrz Staun, Season of Hate, and Kha were a desecration to Krug, and their existence has long plagued the Descendants.  Murak then took this Kha to Krugmar and knelt her down before the Shrine to Krug

For Murak to honour Krug in this Season, he had to inflict pain and suffering onto ‘Cat’, and so he drew his blade, delivering the first blood-letting

Blood pooled from the stab-wound , but Kha was suprising resilient to pain, perhaps even a masochist.  But either way, Murak carried on the spilling of blood, Krug himself present as the Shrine stood tall over the sacrifice

Blood continued to cover the floor, saturating it with a pool of crimson and feed nutrients to the grass

Enough blood spilt for Krug, Murak cast aside his knife and threw her back to the ground, beginning to rain elbows onto the Kha’s face with 460 pounds of Orcish force

The smell of blood and the sound of blows landing hard on the sacrifice to Krug, Murak began to feel a sense of bloodlust, a need for more gore to be displayed and hate to be inflicted

For a final act of pain, Murak snaps her knee, both an act of hatred and display of prowess.  Murak wasn’t just a brainless brute, but also adept at fighting and with an understanding of grappling and submissions


The mutilation was over and Krug was surely pleased.  His act of hatred was overwhelming, Murak was filled with little malice, but no Orc can with-hold from the bestial nature inflicted apon them by Iblees



@Catarrh

Wanders apon a Yar Bonetree one day as he rides his Demigryph through the desert, admiring their beauty and dedication to Yar ”Ah importunt Klan ov Krugmar whu’z wizdum haz been prizelezz.. mi hopez lat’z peoplez live on until dah dezert’z zand blowz uway agh dah beaztz uv dah Uzg fade uway”

+1 for a new metal to be smithed by Dwarves

+1 Because you’re a fellow Welsh lad

”Bub’hozh ztoriez agh wiv plenty uv wizdom tu be leurned...  Hozh wryttin’ bruddah” Says Murak’Gorkil

7 hours ago, Burnsy__ said:

”Cut teh bullshoite of yer predecessors n’ maybeh weh would all beh a bit more amenable, aye? Weh ‘ave created ah Kingdom n’  which dwed chose teh live der ratheh den in Ulrah, weh did nae a t’ing teh draw aggresion from yeh in Agnarum. Weh offered ah multitude of toimes teh unify n’ yeh did nae take it. Weh did nae demand yeh vassalize undeh us, jus’ come togetheh as equals n’ onleh now dat yeh ahre in trouble do yeh demand uniteh. Teh actions of teh dwed o’ Ulrah n’ teh orcish scum you house ‘ave caught up n’ now yeh realoize yeh will beh payin’ teh proice.” Ulhart replies.

”Duh zkah lat blah’n ubowt ‘Uruk zkum’?”

Wargoth Murak’Gorkil perks up his head at the news, then smiles sadistically, bearing his singular tusk and stomps the butt of his Poleaxe on the muddy ground ”Rex Gurukk’Lak!  Ah worveh title for a dedikayted Uruk uv Krugmar!  Ang Gijaak-Ishi.  Lat haz mi luzk, agh mi Waghboarz, Rex!”

Murak’Gorkil reads the letter, smiling broadly as he sees Groggnar doing well in the Iron Uzg ”Hozh zkah bruddah, keep uz dah work!”

Written on some of the signs, the following reads ”Kontakt Wargoth Murak, ov Klan Gorkil.  If lat’z willin’ tu trayn hard agh pruve lat’z ztrenff, lat kan joyn uz”