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[!] A missive written in blood is pinned across the realm [!] SHAMANS, THE CODES OF KRUG HAVE BEEN DEFILED ONCE MORE. GUTLUG'LUR HAS REPEATEDLY BROKEN THE CODES OF KRUG BY CONTINUING TO TONGUEDANCE ABOUT AKAAL. GUTLUG HAS BEEN GIVEN THREE CHANCES FOR BREAKING THE CODES. GUTLUG IS HEREBY SENTENCED TO DEATH BY KRUG. SHAMANS, ENFORCE THE CODES AND WILL OF KRUG AND SACRIFICE THIS DISHONORABLE WHITEWASH. SIgned, Motsham Maukurz'Akaal

Maukurz'Akaal took a copy in hand, he began to read through it by the fire "Bub'hozh Ilzho!"

Maukurz'Akaal gets handed acopy of the Cactus Weekly from Ilzho "Bub'hozh bruddah, bub'hozh. Keepin track ub dah hiztory agn happenings ub dah goi am important."

The Ivory Shaman, Maukurz’Akaal will attend the Rex Klamor.

Shamanism has been compatible with mysticism before. Real ones know.

[!] A piece of fabric is hung up around the Horde capital and it's vassals. The message written in blood now dried. SHAMANS UB DAH HORDE! Dah peeperz agn grukker ub dah Motsham hab peeped wub am tu come. Visions sparked, voicez were heard, and grukkage was gained. Spiritz am tricky, dey am harmful, and dey am wize. Dah Motsham ub dah horde am wizer. For nub juzt Ghoraza knew dah anzwerz. Urukim am in need ub ah new zpirit tu guide dem. Oddly enuff, ah new zpirit under Kor'z domain haz chozen tu zhow itzelf in our tik ub need. Ah lezzer ub Kor, dah zpirit ub dah Abyss hab giben mi vizionz. Shamanz ub dah Horde - Gathur in mass agn venture forth to locate diz zpirit. Dah Motsham demandz ah name. Ask it ibz name. Report latz findingz tu Motsham Maukurz'Akaal. Latz own, Maukurz'Akaal Motsham of the Horde, Kukaal of Akaal, Grizh of Ram, Prophet of Leyd.

The Ivory Shaman ate the missive.

[!] Poster's are nailed upon the walls of the Horde. Each letter written in common using blood as ink. A detailed drawing in the background. Beloved Urukim, Visions have come to me in my slumber. Ghoraza has gone missing, trapped by spirits performing their trickery. A temporary shepard must guide the spiritual urukim in their worship and efforts. The spirits have told me to appoint myself in this role. I, Maukurz'Akaal, Kukaal of Akaal, Prophet of Leyd, Grizh of Ram claim the title of Motsham until Ghoraza'Akaal returns. The Akaal are working to devise a plan to save him from the spirits who refuse to let him back. Krug, Leyd, The Ancestors; may they guide us in these troubling times. The Spirits have shown me a great darkness. One that will make you forget humans exist. The Urukim must not rest in the times where the Light must be spread. The shamans of the Horde must meet and free Ghoraza from the deadly grasp of the spirits. Bring him back to the Horde, for he is the only one who can provide spiritual guidance as the darkness of the realm grows stronger. Challenge me if you wish to do the role until Ghoraza returns instead, I'll be glad to allow you to. Yours truly, Maukurz'Akaal

A tall, lanky, ashen monstrosity of a being paced around within the Horde rambling to itself. The rambles began to focus, the questions coming out in a ghastly, crackled tone; in a poor display of common "What will the living do after they've killed one another and we've only just begun? What will they do when the sons of Krug are defiled by the Emperor? Who will save them this time? Not Krug." the being began to chortle to itself, his laughter echoing throughout the Horde

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"We grow" the Ivory Shaman said from atop his horse, staring off into the cold landscape

“Abducting a cub?” An ashen beast says as he sliced cuts to his own chest with a blightsteel blade, letting the tainted blood pour from his wounds. He’d scoop the blood in his hands, wiping them on a shrine to his Ram ancestors “Strength, Dominance, pain, grizh. The empire wants grizh, Gadhaal. The empire wants grizh, Ram. The empire wants grizh, Krothuul. Give them what they want” he finished his worship with that. For only the sounds of his own blood dripping to the floor from the shrine could be heard. The ashen orc now gone, along with his blade and a silent friend.

A large black orc with devilish horns and a crooked smile yet again chuckled in laughter before tossing the missive in the fire before him “Zilly buurz, poisoning Lotharia only served as worship tu Kinul. Now dah buurz will flat for ib.”

Maukûrz'Akaal read the message from the depths of the Akaal's lair. The skinny, withered, and worn orc's maw sharpened into a devilish grin. The ashen orc spoke out in a crackling voice "Grizh, metal, agn fire." he threw the paper in the firepit at the capital of the horde. The flames sparked up slightly as they absorbed the message. "Dah urukim am dah leazt ub der worriez." hur hur hur, the weathered orc chuckled out to himself, his hands gripping at his flabby 'gut'. "Wait til der zoulz am trapped forever and der little friendz cannub bring dem back" he couldn't contain himself, he laughed as he thought about the dark spawn unable to move, stuck in time.

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