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The Third Day had arrived on the Orc, faster than he anticipated. He looked out to the sun, it was going down. Moving back to the Clan Hall he looked at the Throne. He had seen four, maybe five Wargoths sit upon it, not nearly as much as the others. But only two of them had been great. Kahn, the Iron Rhino himself had been the Wargoth while he was around. He didn’t know him, but he had known his mate. Lukra, the mate of Kahn. She was said to have given birth to his offspring, yet he did not meet them. However, she was the Wargoth when he returned to his clan. And she had been a true leader, it was a hard time for Vruk when he learned of her passing during Drokon’s reign. Vruk thought of the two, before thinking back to current days. Gilgamesh had been gone for a year, a Cactus Week. There was no denying that. He had started a hunt, however Vruk did not think he survived it. This drove him toward other thoughts. Would he be as great as Kahn, or Lukra? Or would he have failed the Clan. Like Orgoth, maybe even Gilgamesh. He gave a sigh. Vruk sat down on the floor, giving one last shout. “Gilgamesh, hear me now. I give you three more Cactus Hours before I claim Wargothdom.” And with this, Vruk stayed silent. The hours ticked by, and no response. He was not surprised, and moved out of the Hall. Once again climbing the mountain to the tallest point in the Goi, he shouted. “I, Vruk, have gone unchallenged and unanswered. I waited Three Cactus Days as promised, and as such I will now claim Wargothdom of Clan Braduk. No more shall our leader be gone for long periods of time!” He shouted, before moving back down to the Clan Hall. He took one last gaze upon the home of Gilgamesh, before sitting down and making himself comfortable on the floor. He was now Wargoth Vruk of Clan Braduk. And he did not plan on giving it up anytime soon. (( @the 1 bow has not answered, and this post has been updated. His time is up. And so Vruk has claimed Wargothdom.))

The Undergrove Orphanage The Undergrove Orphanage is of course an Orphanage for children who their parents cannot take care of anymore. Us, the Satyrs and the Gallics of Lil’ Ballymun will take care of the children and raise them without harm. When they reach 16 they have the choice to go, or help out with the children. Orphans who see this, should come to Sutica. There, you will meet with a Gallic or Satyr, and be brought under our care. However, if a child cannot read we ask those around them to read this poster for them. We will offer them up to people who wish to adopt. However, we will not send them off to just anyone. We will conclude extensive background checks, and visit the home the child is staying in. If the child wishes to, and the adoptive parents also wish to, then the child will stay in the home for one week. After this week, someone from the orphanage will visit the home and see how the child is treated and such. If the child is discovered to be treated poorly, then the child will be removed from the home and the parents placed on a blacklist to those who cannot adopt children. So once again, go to Lil’ Ballymun in Sutica, if you wish to give your child to us for a life you may not be able to provide. We assure you, that the Orphanage is bigger than it looks. And can be easily expanded. -Signed, The Satyrs of Ballymun [!] Below are pictures of the small orphanage.

“For U’la, for Krugmar.” Vruk said aloud, giving a mighty Roman salute before going back to the Braduk Clan Hall.

((I choose not to translate this into blah, as it’s a lot easier to just imagine it being that.)) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7MPi-wDY8E Vruk sat alone in the empty rooms of the Braduk Clan Hall. He had yet to see another Braduk than a cub, who was the son of the current Wargoth, Gilgamesh. Upon the name, Vruk began to think about him. Gilgamesh had called him and the other Braduks back to loyalty, however he had not seen nor heard from the Wargoth since that call. He was growing… impatient. He was alone in the Clan Hall, except for maybe the Braduk Child. Marduk. He had not met, nor seen this Gilgamesh before. He did not know if he truly had seen him one of these past few days. But if he had, he’d learn the truth. The Orc climbed to the top of the Goi, and shouted for all in the city to hear. “Gilgamesh!” He roared, “I am Vruk, of Braduk Clan. And I issue you, this challenge for Wargothdom!” He paused, to take a breath. Then continued. “I give you three cactus days to answer this challenge, if you do not answer it in this time then I will take over as the Wargoth of Braduk.” With the final line, Vruk climbed back down from the top of the city, beginning to work on making notices, posters around the Goi of the challenge. So that if he was not in the city at that time, he’d find out eventually. Posters have been posted throughout the Orcish cities, “Gilgamesh of Braduk, you have been challenged for Wargoth. Give Vruk your reply.” At the bottom, was a hand-drawn Braduk rhino. The symbol of their clan.

I actually got some ideas, yes. You could ask to join a nation or group, make a character not raised by warriors (unless they are a child of two existing characters who are warriors), or at least one soldier. Just do something more ordinary, nothing edgy like being raised or being an orphan and running away.

Please no. It’s so edgy. Try doing something ordinary... or more immersive. Also, for Giantism (I’m pretty sure), you’re super skinny or something like that. Like really thin. Also they live only to 60-70

“Slavery, just how far can a nation fall before it hits ground?” A Satyr asked, grumbling to himself.

Xiahou rips the poster down. “Nin need this!” He growled.

A Satyr laughs as he and his fellow Satyrs have fun running around playing in the wild.

The not famous, Jukha’Lur grins. “Finally! Something exciting for me!” He laughs, hopping on his Lur wolf and riding off.

(Would Satyrs count as magical beings?)

“Zaym fin’. Boff zharaz, boff fruhm Uhren.”

“What Chiefdom? You were never there. They could have at least made an attempt at staying with us!” The Pryderi brother growled.

“Wub? Wi’z allyin’ wihd Uhren? Da azhz daht zieged Zan’Kharak, agh hunted us fur ivory? Mi have nub reezun tu do ani uhv diz zkah!” Jukha growled.

“Ain’t no kin of mine. They shoulda stayed with us instead of formin’ their own ****!”

Eöin Rhawena, who he believed to be the last Pryderi scoffed. “Don’t claim relations to us, for you have abandoned your brothers and sisters.” He growled.

Vruk’Braduk cheers for the lore. He being a good Orceh.

Oliver, one of the men to contact, smiled. Ballymun and his lil group would be getting new members. He prepared the Thorn clan, for much Satyr rum to go around to the new arrivals. CONSIDERING THE THORNS WERE SATYRS WHO STAYED WITH THE GALLICS NOT THAT THEY CARED TO ADD.

(Kewl.