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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."

An Orcish skeleton takes note of the missive.

shamanism probably smells like weed

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

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"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."

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.

"ZIR YEZ ZIR, UUUURAAHHH!" Says Gorkus

Gorkus, mascot of the ISA reads the missive and takes a sharp decision. He is going to become a Knight!

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.

"Nyooo..." One Uruk bodyguard sobs in sadness at his Lord's passing.