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Vekas, Bannerman of the Great House of Thyone, signs the settlement's charter. ((IGN: Periklis_))

A dispersed Uruk of the Ugluk Clan would be sat on a small tent next to Alba, trying his best to brew himself some morning coffee with whatever crude pans and firestarters he had. Taking such sip from his awful cafe, he would be reading through the Kaktuz Weekli Newspaper. He would raise a brow at the journalist's heated attitude towards the war. "Huh... Dat's interesting. " He spoke to himself, before then rolling the newspaper in a baton to try swat away some annoying flies. Soon after, the Uruk exits his tent to go buy some cigars from Alba, optimistic for the future of his kin.

"Helun-Velulaeya tom uhv’lye honyr! We may finally have a future again!" Vekas exclaims happily at the news, after reading the missive, making his way towards the encampment with an eager need to reunite with his kin.

"The Black Marshal does not disappoint in his hunts." A Lich-Uruk speaks from the bounds of his Fortress, 'The Iron Boar' eager to taste battle again , under the command of such mighty being.

That's so cool, I hope it passes so Necromancy RP can finally stand up on its own and be revived , +1

An Uruk adorned in Bronze Arms reads the missive, nodding his head slowly. "Me axe is lats, Victor. If lat seeks aid to summon, then lat may only set a location an' me shall ride there." Brutaz then reaches for his Aurum-Axe, eager for further news.

"Brutaz of Ugluk support the Mak!" +1

((MC Name: Periklis_ )) Name: Masulir Sythaerin Acalmaehr Calith [ X ] Kirkigar [ ]

"Book." Replies simply an Uruk of lean musculature.

A massive suit of dark ferrum armor, Orc shaped and in stature, would start making its tireless march towards the assigned location. The hulking darkspawn yearning for action, would clench his gauntlet holding his horrid mace tight. "Finally somethin' is happenin'..."

The brooding armored figure of 'The Iron Boar' reads through the missive, standing next to Jorogumo herself. The Uruk Darkstalker grunts from under his visor: "They cowardly closed the gates when I needed them to face The Red Lich himself and his invasion ... They left me alone. I trust them not, Sister Spider, but whatever your judgement to their return is, I shall heed it. Let us hope some loyal Sorcerers and Warriors still linger among them, for honor seems to be lacking in most of their wrungs. "

The skull of Gorkus, The Iron Boar, is locked away in some far away prison, doomed in eternal sealing, yet surely it ponders. "Why de skah am I nub in de list?"

Sealed away in thick walls and a burning inferno, the decapitated skull of an Uruk screams eternally in its endless torment, without a body, unable to escape its prison. The skull shouts and curses, yet none responds to it. "NUB NUB! LET ME GO! ME IS A WARRIOR NUB A PRISONER! COWARDS! Lat were meant to fight with me! We could have defeated him... ME SWEAR, OH ME SWEAR... ME WILL SLAY LAT ALL! SLAY LAT! KILL LAT... DEVOUR..." The Remnants of The Iron Boar slowly start losing the little sanity they had left in their seemingly endless imprisonment. Surely whatever comes out, should it ever be released, will be something of nightmares and horror.

The Boar hears of the news, a boar-like grunt resounding from within his helmet. "How can lat appoint latself Regent when de Lord is gone? De Commanders are de ones to take Regency, drop de title immediately or lat shall meet with dire consequences."

Aggad'Ugluk spends his day in the deserty landscape and the endless sand dunes of Krugmar, herding Ugluk oxen and cattle, yet when the call of duty comes and the need to restore the Clan arises, the young Bull makes his way back to the capital of Orcdom. "Ha-Qarkah, Ha-Karazept, Ha-Ugluk! It is time for de bull to go back to itz herd."