Pond

“Mi lyke how dere iz pikture, but nub orkz ihn dah pikture.” Hedsplitta’Raguk would laugh

THE ORCS REMEMBER A Raguk flag stands in the black ash sea of the volcanic lands A red-hued orc would stand from within the camp, towering over the others as they feasted upon their hunted prey “FUR TUU LONG DAH ORKS HAV BEEN ZHIT OHN BY DAH EMPIRE KUNTZ!” Disgruntled murmurs would rise up from the gathering orcs, however still listening intently. “FUR TUU LONG WEAK REXS HAV LED DAH ORKS! Murmurs would contort into the nodding of heads, and some from the crowd even spitting offside. “FUR TUU LONG DAH ORKS HAV FORGOTTEN TRADITION!” Then, the shields and cleavers would start to clang together, rising up as a tide of sorts until it emerged a roar. “WHEN WUZ DAH LAZT TIK DAH ORKS WON AH BATTUL? NUB UNDUR DIZ WEAK GOBO REX!” The goblins would hurry to their war-drums, and the atmosphere darkened with anticipation, silence taking the air; giving space for the ork to finish. “DIS DAY MARKS DAH CHANGE OB DAT! ANIAZH WHO ZTANDS WIFF DIZ FAKE REX ‘BURBUR’LUR’ AHM AH WHITEWAZH! IF LAT KLOMPS WIFF EMPIRE KUNTZ, LAT AHM AH WHITEWAZH! DIZ AHM LATZ ONLEE CHANCE, ZTAND WIFF MI, OR LATZ WIHLL FAZE DAH WRATH OB DAH RED TIDE!” Then, as the ork’s final words escaped his maw, so would a flurry of roars from the rowdy crowds. Once more the war drums sound, once more the steel is sharpened. And once more, the orks shall return to strength. With that, the orc and others who agreed, left the camp, the only time they shall return, is for bloodshed.

“Latz ztand wiff ah weak Rex, he zkahin bent dah knee tu dah Empire kuntz dat the Rexz befur him klomp’ed ihn waghs aginzt. Dah kurrint ztate ob urukz ahm, WEAK!” The war torn Horse Lord, Hedsplitta’Raguk stated to the pathetic goblin.

haha very funny treshure nice 1

Durrr’Lak laughs his ass off at the puny humans failing a raid

pvping noob empire soldiers and winning

its pretty bad imo

So can this happen? @Fireheart_ @Telanir @SeventhCircle

Gurukk’Lak, former Rex of the orcs, receives news of the current events going on within the world, and the new city of orcs. Upon reaching the section of a new Raguk wargoth taking Groggnars place, he would smile, seeing as it was his most trusted friend, Krukleyd. He would then frown upon reaching the bottom of the parchment, seeing as Groggnar wants the title back, it seems. ”Duh Zpiritz hav chozen dere waghgoff ob Raguk. Diz iz juzt defying duh zpiritz. Tayking ah titul frum zumazh who juzt got it, aftur latzzelf ztepp’d down, ahm dizhonorubul. This lil uruk, Groggnar, needz tu leern hiz plaze...” Hedsplitta’Raguk would shake his head, seeing as the orc that just stepped down from Wargoth is now wanting it back, a craven act, he thought to himself.

Exactly why a siege on this fort will be so much fun, for both sides.