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Perkins

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  1. shamanism probably smells like weed
  2. A large red-skinned Uruk of Raguk blood would hastily make way for his exotic Orcish cave estate. Upon entering inside he would command his Low Goblin subservient to fetch him a bowl of fruits and a plate of Raguk Stew (a stew mixed with blood and meats alongside with grinded bone dust all messed into one), before sitting himself on his scholarly desk and reaching for a scroll to write down his missive. "Dear brothas and sistas of Urukhiim and Honorary stock On this Cactus Day, the impure wardog of the Sillumiran, Maethor Sythaerin, so frought with rage , sought to murder a citizen of the Silver Empire, a true blue Krugga honorary at arms and member of the Bronze Band! The two had agreed to wrestle in the pits in order to solve their ideological differences, with Maethor choosing to slay worshippers of purity and tarnishers of evil instead of vile necromancers and dragon servants, many of them defended by his very own kin! AFTERALL , citizens of Krugmar, it was the Rex himself and the Bullgoth that extradited the buurzspawn, Haus and Valindra! Haus for the crimes of grave robbery , necromancy and dark ritual and Valindra for dragon worship and aiding the Akaals in their dark work. Both banished may I say, trusted allies and servants of the Akaal. Maethor Sythaerin in his impurity thus chose to seek Pure Elves they dont like, those who dwell outside of the Silver City and then procceed to slay them within Krugmenistani soil! How impure and buurz to kinslay... " "Thus for such impure partaking of kinslaying of not just a common Elf, but a honorary member of the Bronze Band which aided the current Rex in the civil war against the Akaal, a warrior that fought to preserve Atemu-Ta's honour, I implore you brothas and sistas of Krugmar , to show no pity to that impure cretin of the Sillumiran and force him to answer for the crimes of dishonor he committed on this day for it is our duty as Kin of KRUG HIMSELF to punish those of evil heart and wicked soul! ANG GUND GRIISH!" Written by Brutus'Skullbasha'Raguk
  3. "Such lies..." Muttered a creature, resembling all but a massive Red Uruk in body. "Mortal nature, to hide deir weaknezz behind ah facade of false superiority... Krug is still alive, ah Godlike being of the Spirit Realm. Ahm sure if he knew of such slander on his name, he would command ah rightful Religious Crusade."
  4. From the depths of a cave long abandoned, a creature would catch whim of the news. The massive Red Uruk of 8 feet tall, with the bones of beasts littering his lair, would be etching a carving with his sharp nails onto a stone, a saga for Skaatchnak. "To the one who I considered a brother... You broke free of the cycle... May you rest, in what Afterlife awaits you. My curse still lingers and always will, for I will never be extinguished from this rock, burdened to see all I meet expire... But you will always be a fond memory, friend. A Gorkil never forgets." With that, the creature slams the saga of Skaatchnak onto a forgotten part of the jungle, detailing his Rexdom and achievements, yet also depicting him alongside a companion or sidekick, an Uruk adorned in a boar's cape, a friend.
  5. A blind green Uruk, Yerug'Yar by name, long dead and now forced to walk the Planes outside of Krug's Halls but never really able to enter inside it, takes note of the Goblin and smiles. "Heh, I like him." He then resumes his eternal pilgrimage punishment in the Spiritual Wastes.
  6. someone whitelist my new acc Periklis_

     

    1. alexmagus

      alexmagus

      go on server with other account and /whitelistalt

    2. L0rdLawyer

      L0rdLawyer

      He physically can't. His account is locked out if this is who I think it is.

       

      @Llirhelp Mr tech

  7. "What a joke... " Speaks a Goliath of an Uruk as he toses away the prophecy missive. "Doomed are those who think they can stop progress and change..."
  8. gotyewokeuplikethis Krug Lore

     

  9. "Sheesh..." A Behemoth of a creature speaks from his cave lair upon hearing the recent news.
  10. A mysterious denizen of hidden caves, a troglodytic beast, upvotes and comments. "Plus one... +1"
  11. "If only I had not betrayed you... Brother... How proud you are making me right now." A familiar Red Uruk speaks from within his deep cave lair, sombering ever in eternity for his past mistakes, yet atleast he is glad to know that Gorkil survives with Korgahk.
  12. "Sheesh!" A familiar Red-Uruk says as he drinks some blood from his cup in his machinist techno-orcatic-Raguk-lair, kinda happy to see Orcish activity.
  13. "Krugmar wasnt mentioned... " Mumbles a familiar red Urk
  14. "Dats alot o' balownie. If yah wanna convert de people, den maybe use de Mojo to help dem." A son of Nagg remarks
  15. "That Traitor! I gave him a chance and he repaid me like this!?" A massive man shouted in fury in his hall of wood and stone. Krug, the mighty King of the Desert, strongest of the Four, betrayed by the Stranger who he accepted into his tribe. Standing taller than any man, with dark skin, kissed by the scorching Sun and golden eyes, akin to the vast yellow of the dunes. He spoke out to his people, warriors in appearance much like him, hardened by their environment. "Iblees will pay! Gather the Warbands, summon my Generals! He will forsake the day he crossed with Krug, son of the Divine!" [Krug, Pharaoh of the Desert, before his transformation.] Warhorns blew across the tribal lands, as Ancient armies gathered for the War to Shadow all Wars. Krug atop his chariot and adorned in his bronze armor, leading the marching of thousands of his war-ready kin, men and women at their physical peak, eager to fight. Each warrior, skilled fighter and hunter, bearing scars from past confrontations, adorned in Gear of bronze, hardened leather, spears , axes and all sorts of unique khopesh blades. For days the army marched unhindered, consuming only the food and water required to keep them going, never overfeeding them to get lazy or comfortable, or under feeding them, to get them weak, giving them such so they would be in their best fighting shape. [The warriors of Krug ready to fight.] Eventually, the army reached an open battlefield, an army of Demons and Undead facing the Sons of Krug, vastly outnumbering them, Iblees standing in the middle, then shouting taunting phrases to Krug and his warriors: "You could have been the Lieutenant of my Armies, Krug! We could have created the perfect world together, brought peace and Order to this land! Under our boots we would rule as Kings! Instead you are kept back by your 'Honour' and ethics!" Krug pointed his Golden Axe to the enemy hordes, not wasting the chance to charge while Iblees was talking. His army, with cold expression and killer determination rushed forth to meet the Demon-ilk Inferi and Lesser Daemonica that followed Iblees, spears piercing against corrupted flesh, while the Vanguard of Krug, along with him, slowly cleaved a bloody path to Iblees. Krug on his chariot trampled many of the Undead and Demonic Apostates, while a single swoop of his Divine Axe could easily kill a dozen combatants with ease. Unfortunately, Krug's successful charge was halted, for Iblees Wraith Bodyguard, which were no men, but untouched, like the wind, easily cut down Krug's horses, forcing his chariot low and sending him on the ground. Despite the strength of their army, Krug's Forces were completely swarmed by the foul Legions of Iblees and getting cut down. Then, warhorns sounded from the distance, familiar sounds to Krug. "Brother! You do not stand alone!" Horen had arrived, and with him brought the armies of his Empire. Oren's Kin were equipped with fine gladius swords, tower shields and uniforms that matched eachother, aurum and bronze breastplates shining under the sun. Then showed up Urguan, with his Mountain kin, short yet stout, build like bricks, adorned in their finest gear of slayersteel. From the forests sounded the horns of Malin, his armies equipped with light leather and wooden pieces, yet they were famed to be the finest marksmen and archers one could hope for. Now, with all the Four Brothers united, Horen, Malin and Urguan joined Krug, as the Descendant armies easily swept and broke the Corrupted Ibleesian Hordes. As his brothers fought to break the Hordes, Krug decided to face Iblees, who was now in his view. With his armor battered and beaten, Krug dropped all his heavy Equipment, bar a loincloth and his Divine Axe, swiftly dashing to Iblees and striking at him. Three times he slashed, first ruining Iblees wings, second cutting his tail and the third missing, yet five times Iblees retaliated and clawed, scarring Krug and bruising his body. Iblees loomed over the Descendant, about to strike him for good, yet Krug still drew breath: "As long as me and my kin live! We will never bow down or kneel to anyone!" Krug roared and with a sideways swing, cut open Iblees belly, forcing him on the ground, defeated, yet in the process spilling his Daemonic and Acidic blood all over proud Krug. [The First Battle that shaped the world.] The battle was over, the Descendants had won and the Four Brothers united infront of Iblees weakened frame, ready to finish him off, yet with a dying breath, he cursed them all and to Krug bellowed the worst words: "Lord Krug, you are strong… that strength will then be turned against you. May your kin all become heartless and ugly, fuelled by their lust for war." Krug, changed by the Blood of the Daemon, had been scarred, his skin turned green and eyes red, while mighty tusks jutted out of his lower jaw. His brothers stared at him in dread, Malin even backing up in disgust: "Monster! You have been corrupted like them, Krug! We must mercy-kill you!" "Malin! Don't be foolish! He is still our brother!" Urguan cried out to the Elf-Lord, Krug slowly turning to face his brothers, anger in his eyes. "You speak of me as if I am not the one who saved you all! I killed Iblees! I am the Chosen Champion of our Father! I-" Krug briefly noticed his Image from Iblees pool of blood, such a horrific sight. Truly he had become an ugly monster, just like the Daemon cursed. [Krug, after the transformation.] Krug did not speak further, he simply looked at his brothers and then walked off. Horen tried to halt him, talk to him, to his beloved brother, placing a hand to Krug's shoulder, yet he shrugged it and moved off. Spotting the remnants of his army, he found a wild mess, for they had all turned into Beasts much like him, once proud warriors, now looking like the Demons they faced against. Krug found them taunting and shouting at the other Descendants, some even punching and beating them. He tried to rile them up, yet in their anger, they wouldn't obey or hear his words, as such he punched the largest one among them to the ground and easily gained back his warriors attention. "We are marching home! To the Desert! We must make sure our people are safe…" His warriors obliged to the whims of the strongest leader and soon followed after him in the long march home. During their trip, Krug and his Warband faced many issues, unlike before. The warriors would get angry quickly, some even fighting eachother in the middle of the march, causing trouble to the rest. Each day they required to fight, least a boiling rage would grow inside them, until some erupted into wild bouts of violence and clobbered those closest to them. With strength and determination, Krug kept them in line, until they reached back to their Kingdom, yet what they saw was a terrible sight: Disaster, for the curse had changed everyone, even the civilians, elderly, children, adults, all were violent beasts, fighting, killing and murdering what they saw, buildings broken down and cracked while those that tried to keep order and peace were ignored. Krug had much work to do, now he, a Lord of Beasts.
  16. This man's power doesnt seem to be his own. +1
  17. "This man is heropilled." Says a Red Uruk
  18. [!] In the streets of Providence, a lone Uruk was sitting in the cold pavement, red-skinned and built like an ox, yet humble and in deep thought. For long he had observed the passerbys walking, ignoring him, until he spoke out to them. "I hold the secrets of the Afterlife... " He spoke, to which a duo of Orenian soldiers, a nun, an elderly woman and an elven youth interested in his talk, stoodby, ready to listen. The Uruk told of a new idea, a new truth, 'The One Truth of Divinity', the mystery of Afterlife. "The Spirits talked to me , in one of my walks, the Spirits of Knowledge, known and forbidden. They told me about the 'Real Truth', the 'One Truth' of things... That being that the Creator is dead." The Orenians immediately broke out in laughters, some even calling him insane and crazy, yet the Uruk was determined to put the seed of Philosophy in their minds. "Dead not in the way that we all know, but more like dormant, within us all, part of us. As we live, so does he... Now allow me to explain what I was told, for a mortal-mind can not grasp well the insights of the Spirits." ON THE NATURE OF DIVINITY | DIVINUS | CREATION "Long ago, there existed nothing... Emptiness, the Void, for the Void truly is the lack of existence. For long, nothing existed, until one being awakened and willed itself to creation. 'The Creator' as we all know, for he is the one that created everything soon after. From the moment of his existence, time started moving and infinite ideas formed to his head. The Creator was alone in this empty Void and so decided to create other creatures, make life , to keep him company in this infinite space. Soon though, the Creator realized that even though he could create landscapes and fill the many realms with life, his creations were not what he had hoped. Due to him being the first creature to ever awaken, all Creatures that he formed were extensions of himself, out of free-will, servitors and fleshy automatons of his essence. He pondered and eventually had a solution. IF HE REMOVED HIMSELF FROM EXISTENCE, HIS CREATIONS WOULD BE FREE OF HIM AND THUS FREE TO CHOOSE THEIR OWN PATHS IN LIFE, FREE-WILL TO ACT ON MORALITY UNCHECKED. What is the point of a father of mother, if not to bring a better future for their children? Thus, the Creator dispersed himself in infinite pieces of his soul, across the cosmos and gave freedom of thought and choice to his creations." The Orenians stared at the Uruk, buffled, some even leaving the square to avoid his words, yet a handful of the gathered remained to listen to him. "What of the Soul? What more about the meaning of existence?" An Elven woman replied to him. The Uruk pondered the question for a few seconds, then replied: DEBATE OF THE ESSENCE | SPIRITUS | THE SOUL "With the sacrifice of the Creator, all of his creations finally becamie sentient and free-willed. The Aengu-Daemons firstly chose their own paths, forging their own Realms and choosing their own moral paths. The essence of the Creator was still inside everything, even in the Aengu-Daemons, who then they themselves tried to create new life, Spirits. Four Brothers eventually woke up, all alone left to decide their own fate with the freedom they were gifted. Everything that exists is part of the Creator, who through his sacrifice, gifted them with Freedom. Many wonder, why do the Gods not intervene against the slaughter of their worshippers, bloodshed and death of innocence? Yet in truth, this is merely the choices that Descendants take. With the freedom they were bestowed, they are fully able to choose any moral path they desire and at the same time suffer the consequences of their actions. Upon death, the souls exit our Realm and into the Soul Stream, where , based on their actions, either remain there, in nothingness, or return to our Realm in form reincarnated. Yet since all souls are pieces of the 'One True Soul', The Creator's Soul, in theory we could bring the Creator back into existance by fusing as many souls as possible within a single 'Concept' or 'Idea'. The Uruk left those gathered with many questions, yet he knew that questions lead to the search of answers and so was content. "This new school of thought, which believes that all Religions exist, because all Gods and Deities derive from the sacrificed essence of the 'First Creator'... I shall call it, The School of Thought... Gnostikon, as said in Akritian, 'the Knowledge'. So it is, I shall go across the many Realms and spread the Philosophical Idea of the 'Gnostikon' to all... My next aim is Haelun'or, where I shall wish to enlighten the denizens of my ideas, spark questions in their minds and speak of my new debate: On the Nature of Purity." THE NATURE OF PURITY | PURITAS , COMING VERY SOON... [ooc: The Debate shall take place today in Haelun'or around 4 or 5 PM EST. High Elves, be ready]
  19. "Dat Frenrir iz ah good lad." Says a Red Uruk
  20. "Is that what they look like? Oh Gods! I have been enlightened!"
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