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    MORKAR'RAGUK | GARSEN WYNE
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    KIN OF KRUG [URUK] | HULPHONITE HUMAN

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    EVER THOUGHT OF PLAYING. . .

    EVER THOUGHT OF PLAYING. . . Probably not; but in similar fashion to the old “Make an Ork” week, I’d like to introduce you to the occult redskins and their industrious ways. What makes the Raguk’s unique in comparison to the other ork clans? Their inclination towards industry. . . Extensive player-forged history, with such notable figures as Hazurk’Raguk, Malgunuz’Raguk, Kharak’Raguk the World Destroyer, Grubgoth Wud’Raguk. . . Their manipulation of Bloodsteel. . . Their spiritual pantheon and alien methods of worship. . . Their unique system of glyphs. . . Their focus on discipline and uniformity. . . Their odd names and titular honorifics. . . Their mount - the Myrzym. . . Unique RP ‘professions’. . . And much more; with the prospect even to contribute to our lore tapestry. On top of this, we have our own custom-made discord bot that will help you in creating your character, along with dedicated skin-makers and Raguk / LoTC veterans to aid you on your journey! Join our discord and make a Raguk today. Bloodsteel: History: Pantheon of Three (Religion): Raguk Glyphs: Names and Namesakes CREDIT OF ENTIRE POSTS GOES TO @grubgoth_wud.
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    The Struggles of Moderation

    @Jaeden Ghazrial received a threat similiar to this
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    Do you want freebuild in 7.0?

    Only for forts.
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    Home to the Spiritual

    "GARMOG-LEYD URUKSRINKH AZ-DARÛKÛRZ" THE KHLAAR-LEYD MURMURED UNDER HIS BREATH UPON RECEIVING A LETTER TO HIS BLARG, BEFORE EMPARKING TO SPREAD THE NEWS TOWARDS THE WARGOTH.
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    Admin Promotions

    Making @fireheart an admin has been the worst decision this administration has made so far.
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    Rex Gilgamesh Han Urruk Braddukk

    KRUKLEYD'RAGUK TOOK HIS PLACE BESIDE THE ROARING FORGE, HAMMER CLUTCHED FIRMLY BETWEEN HIS PALMS. THE OLD YELLER SIMPLY LET LOOSE A NOD, THE HAMMER HELD OUT TOWARDS THE REX IN AN OFFERING OF HIS ALLEGIANCE. "LUP-LEYD, LUP-URUKSRINKH!"
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    Da Purpuhl Punizha

    HAZURK'RAGUK, STILL NOT ALLOWED PASSAGEWAY INTO THE GATES OF STARGUSH'STROH, PROWLED THE PLANES OF ARRIVAL. EVEN THOUGH HIS MIND WAS NOW FICKLE AND CRAZED, HE STILL REMEMBERED AN OLD FRIEND. "LAT. . . HOZH ORK. GO TO DA GATEZ, BE WELKUMM."
  8. DIRECTION A SPIRITUAL CHRONICLE CONTENTS: LOST ENTER FOUND I. LOST NOT THE THE STENCH OF THE CINDERS, CLANG OF THE HAMMER NOR THE INTENSE LABOUR OF THE RAGUKIAN LIFESTYLE COULD RELIEVE SKULLCRUSHA’S REVERIE. “WAAAGH!” IT SOUNDED IN HIS HEAD, POUNDING AGAINST HIS SKULL. A CLAUSTERPHOBIC AND SUFFOCATING SCRATCH AGAINST HIS MEMORY. “LEEEYD!” THAT OF SUFFERING, A BLOODTHIRST THAT HE MUST QUENCH, HIS MILITARISTIC ORDERS. SKULLCRUSHA EXHALED, SUCCUMBING TO THE MEMORY. “KRUKLEYD! *** AN EXPANDING WASTE LAY BEFORE SKULLCRUSHA. ONE THAT WAS NOT OF THIS MORTAL WORLD, NOT OF THIS MORTAL PLANE. THE DRY ASPHALT FINDING SHELTER BENEATH THE CREVICES OF THE ORK’S ARMOR. HE HAD WANDERED THIS FOR DAYS, OR WAS IT MONTHS? THE THOUGHT PLAGUED HIS MIND. THERE WAS A WAGH TO BE HELD NEAR HIS HOME, WHERE A KIN’S BLOOD WAS TO BE SHED AND HONOR TO BE RECOVERED. SKULLCRUSHA’S KNEES BUCKLED, THE SUN VANISHING BENEATH THE HORISON. FOR A MOMENT, THE SURFACE SEEMED TO CONTORT AND FLASH INTO A CRIMSON REALITY, BEFORE RETURNING TO THEIR PREVIOUS FORM. SKULLCRUSHA PUSHED HIMSELF FORTH, HIS PEOPLE NEEDED HIM. HE KNEW NOT WHERE HE WAS, OR WHY HE HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN THIS HELL. WORMS HAD NOW STARTED TO FIND SHELTER BENEATH SKULLCRUSHA’S FLESH, RESULTING IN UNBEARABLE AGONY AND A STRAIN UPON THE VERY TEAR OF HIS MUSCLES. ONCE MORE, THE WORLD AROUND HIM WAS SEIZED BY A CRIMSON FLASH, YET THIS ONE STAYED DORMANT LONGER. THE FAINT SILHOUETTES OF FIGURES GATHERED AROUND SKULLCRUSHA APPEARING BEFORE ONCE MORE DISAPPEARING WITH THE DUST. SKULL CEASED, TURNING ON HIS HEELS STEADILY AND EYEING THE PLANE; HAD HE GONE MAD? “SHOW YOURSELF, *****! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS DECEIT.” SILENCE. . . SKULL CARRIED FORTH, NO DIRECTION NAVIGATING HIS STEPS. *** LIFE, NO. EXISTANCE DRAGGED ON AS SKULLCRUSHA TRAVERSED THE WASTE, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME HE HAD HEARD A SOUND? WHEN HIS FEET WERE NOT BLEEDING? SKULLCRUSHA KNELT ONCE MORE. PERHAPS A REST WAS NEEDED, FOR JUST A MOMENT? PERHAPS HE SHOULD JUST CLOSE HIS EYES. NO. HE WAS A RAGUK, SON OF LEYDLUK THE SKAHING HONOURABLE AND GRANDSON OF LEYD. VANGUARD OF THE TRUE WARNATION. A POWERFUL GUST OF WIND THREW SKULLCRUSHA OFF BALANCE AS HE SHOT OFFSIDE, EVERYTHING TURNING TO RED ONCE MORE. THIS TIME, IT REMAINED. THIS TIME, A VOICE SPOKE TO HIM; II. APPEAR SKULLCRUSHA WAS MET WITH THE LOUD BOOMING OF FISTS RINGING AGAINST HOLLOWED MUSCLE, AND SEVERAL MUSCULAR BEINGS SURROUNDED HIM, DEVOID OF FLESH. FINDING HIS FEET, SKULLCRUSHA SNARLED AT THE CONJURED CREATURES, FISTS CURLING UP INTO BALLS. AS THE BEHEMOTHIAN ORK WENT TO STRIKE, A LOUD BOOM SOUNDED ACROSS THE SKYBOX. RESONATING FROM WALL TO EARDRUM, AND WALL AGAIN. SKULLCRUSHA WOULD SOON COME TO REALIZE THIS OF LAUGHTER, IT’S MASTER 20 FEET TALL AND DONNING A LARGE, METALLIC SUIT OF PLATE. HIS FACE WAS MOLTEN, TORN AND UNRECOGNIZABLE FROM PREVIOUS WARS. “YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG IN THIS REALM, SNOTLING? YOU THINK YOU ARE MORE THAN A MERE DROPLET OF BLOOD AND FLESH? FOOL.” THE BEAST STOOD FROM IT’S THRONE, RAGE-FILLED EYES ZONED IN ON SKULLCRUSHA. “I, AM LEYD. THIS IS MY MOHK, AND MY LATALINGS. THIS, YOU WILL BECOME.” HE PAUSED “EXPAND MY REACHES, URUK. . . THOSE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PICK THEMSELVES UP WILL BE VANQUISHED, BE IT YOU OR ANY OTHER. DESTROY THE WEAK, AND LEAVE THE STRONG. DO THIS FOR ME, AND I PROMISE TO YOU YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE GHURN.” THIS WAS WHEN SKULLCRUSHA’S EYES TEARED FROM THE THICK TOXIN WHICH COVERED THE AIR, AND THE DREAM HAD STARTED TO FADE. ROARS OF “LEEYD!” AND “WAAAGH!” DROWNED THE AIR, “AND WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO NAME YOU SKULLCRUSHA? FROM NOW ON YOU’RE KRUKLEYD. I THINK THAT IS A MOST FITTING NAME.” III. FOUND A NEW LIGHT SURGED INSIDE OF THE RAGUK. HIS HEAD CLEAR, HIS FOCUS DETERMINED. HAND CLUTCHING TO THE HAMMER, AND HEAD BOBBING TO THE ORK BESIDE HIM. THEY HAD ARMOUR TO MAKE, SWORDS TO SHARPE, AND A WAAAGH TO ATTEND. LUP-RAGUK LUP-KRUKLEYD LUP-LEYD! [TAKE THIS POST AS YOU WISH. PROPS TO WUD FOR INSPIRATION.
  9. DIRECTION A SPIRITUAL CHRONICLE CONTENTS: LOST ENTER FOUND I. LOST NOT THE THE STENCH OF THE CINDERS, CLANG OF THE HAMMER NOR THE INTENSE LABOUR OF THE RAGUKIAN LIFESTYLE COULD RELIEVE SKULLCRUSHA’S REVERIE. “WAAAGH!” IT SOUNDED IN HIS HEAD, POUNDING AGAINST HIS SKULL. A CLAUSTERPHOBIC AND SUFFOCATING SCRATCH AGAINST HIS MEMORY. “LEEEYD!” THAT OF SUFFERING, A BLOODTHIRST THAT HE MUST QUENCH, HIS MILITARISTIC ORDERS. SKULLCRUSHA EXHALED, SUCCUMBING TO THE MEMORY. “KRUKLEYD! *** AN EXPANDING WASTE LAY BEFORE SKULLCRUSHA. ONE THAT WAS NOT OF THIS MORTAL WORLD, NOT OF THIS MORTAL PLANE. THE DRY ASPHALT FINDING SHELTER BENEATH THE CREVICES OF THE ORK’S ARMOR. HE HAD WANDERED THIS FOR DAYS, OR WAS IT MONTHS? THE THOUGHT PLAGUED HIS MIND. THERE WAS A WAGH TO BE HELD NEAR HIS HOME, WHERE A KIN’S BLOOD WAS TO BE SHED AND HONOR TO BE RECOVERED. SKULLCRUSHA’S KNEES BUCKLED, THE SUN VANISHING BENEATH THE HORISON. FOR A MOMENT, THE SURFACE SEEMED TO CONTORT AND FLASH INTO A CRIMSON REALITY, BEFORE RETURNING TO THEIR PREVIOUS FORM. SKULLCRUSHA PUSHED HIMSELF FORTH, HIS PEOPLE NEEDED HIM. HE KNEW NOT WHERE HE WAS, OR WHY HE HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN THIS HELL. WORMS HAD NOW STARTED TO FIND SHELTER BENEATH SKULLCRUSHA’S FLESH, RESULTING IN UNBEARABLE AGONY AND A STRAIN UPON THE VERY TEAR OF HIS MUSCLES. ONCE MORE, THE WORLD AROUND HIM WAS SEIZED BY A CRIMSON FLASH, YET THIS ONE STAYED DORMANT LONGER. THE FAINT SILHOUETTES OF FIGURES GATHERED AROUND SKULLCRUSHA APPEARING BEFORE ONCE MORE DISAPPEARING WITH THE DUST. SKULL CEASED, TURNING ON HIS HEELS STEADILY AND EYEING THE PLANE; HAD HE GONE MAD? “SHOW YOURSELF, *****! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS DECEIT.” SILENCE. . . SKULL CARRIED FORTH, NO DIRECTION NAVIGATING HIS STEPS. *** LIFE, NO. EXISTANCE DRAGGED ON AS SKULLCRUSHA TRAVERSED THE WASTE, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME HE HAD HEARD A SOUND? WHEN HIS FEET WERE NOT BLEEDING? SKULLCRUSHA KNELT ONCE MORE. PERHAPS A REST WAS NEEDED, FOR JUST A MOMENT? PERHAPS HE SHOULD JUST CLOSE HIS EYES. NO. HE WAS A RAGUK, SON OF LEYDLUK THE SKAHING HONOURABLE AND GRANDSON OF LEYD. VANGUARD OF THE TRUE WARNATION. A POWERFUL GUST OF WIND THREW SKULLCRUSHA OFF BALANCE AS HE SHOT OFFSIDE, EVERYTHING TURNING TO RED ONCE MORE. THIS TIME, IT REMAINED. THIS TIME, A VOICE SPOKE TO HIM; II. APPEAR SKULLCRUSHA WAS MET WITH THE LOUD BOOMING OF FISTS RINGING AGAINST HOLLOWED MUSCLE, AND SEVERAL MUSCULAR BEINGS SURROUNDED HIM, DEVOID OF FLESH. FINDING HIS FEET, SKULLCRUSHA SNARLED AT THE CONJURED CREATURES, FISTS CURLING UP INTO BALLS. AS THE BEHEMOTHIAN ORK WENT TO STRIKE, A LOUD BOOM SOUNDED ACROSS THE SKYBOX. RESONATING FROM WALL TO EARDRUM, AND WALL AGAIN. SKULLCRUSHA WOULD SOON COME TO REALIZE THIS OF LAUGHTER, IT’S MASTER 20 FEET TALL AND DONNING A LARGE, METALLIC SUIT OF PLATE. HIS FACE WAS MOLTEN, TORN AND UNRECOGNIZABLE FROM PREVIOUS WARS. “YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG IN THIS REALM, SNOTLING? YOU THINK YOU ARE MORE THAN A MERE DROPLET OF BLOOD AND FLESH? FOOL.” THE BEAST STOOD FROM IT’S THRONE, RAGE-FILLED EYES ZONED IN ON SKULLCRUSHA. “I, AM LEYD. THIS IS MY MOHK, AND MY LATALINGS. THIS, YOU WILL BECOME.” HE PAUSED “EXPAND MY REACHES, URUK. . . THOSE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO PICK THEMSELVES UP WILL BE VANQUISHED, BE IT YOU OR ANY OTHER. DESTROY THE WEAK, AND LEAVE THE STRONG. DO THIS FOR ME, AND I PROMISE TO YOU YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE GHURN.” THIS WAS WHEN SKULLCRUSHA’S EYES TEARED FROM THE THICK TOXIN WHICH COVERED THE AIR, AND THE DREAM HAD STARTED TO FADE. ROARS OF “LEEYD!” AND “WAAAGH!” DROWNED THE AIR, “AND WHOSE BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO NAME YOU SKULLCRUSHA? FROM NOW ON YOU’RE KRUKLEYD. I THINK THAT IS A MOST FITTING NAME.” III. FOUND A NEW LIGHT SURGED INSIDE OF THE RAGUK. HIS HEAD CLEAR, HIS FOCUS DETERMINED. HAND CLUTCHING TO THE HAMMER, AND HEAD BOBBING TO THE ORK BESIDE HIM. THEY HAD ARMOUR TO MAKE, SWORDS TO SHARPEN, AND A WAAAGH TO ATTEND. LUP-RAGUK LUP-KRUKLEYD LUP-LEYD! [TAKE THIS POST AS YOU WISH. PROPS TO WUD FOR INSPIRATION.]
  10. Maybe the GMs shouldn't call the living blood of the server nazis without proper research on the word 'shocktrooper' and in a manner of which they are not allowed to respond. All in all, it's a Minecraft server and it shouldn't affect your ego/personal life -1 for Pun.
  11. FMFM FMFM 0-2 PSC:PANTHEON SLAVING CORPORATION [RELEASED: FOR THE EYES OF RAGUKS ONLY] MANUAL CONTENT: I. BACKSTORY II. PURPOSE III. TERRITORY IV. ROSTER & RANKS I. BACKSTORY: THE COGS OF WAR CHURNED FORTH OVER GAZIGASH AND GENTHARUZ’ DOMAIN, THIS WAS A WAR OF PHYSICAL AND POWER DOMINANCE. THE REDSKINS OF CLAN RAGUK AWAITED THE OUTCOME WITH BAITED BREATH AND SHEATHED BLADES. YET, IT WAS LEYD WHO WOULD CLAIM THE THRONE OF PRAISAL. THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR WAS TO BE MAINTAINED, AND KEPT IN TONE. THUS, A SMALL TROOP OF THE CRIMSON BEHEMOTHS KEPT TO THEIR FANATICAL AND ZEALOUS LOVE OF STRENGTH, AND FORGED A CORPORATION OF WHICH WOULD SPREAD LEYD’S DOMINANCE ACROSS ATLAS’ DIRT. II. PURPOSE THE PSC IS A SUBGROUP UNDER CLAN RAGUK WHICH IS TO MOVE OUT MONTHLY AND TAKE VARIOUS MEMBERS OF ATLAS’ DENIZENS CAPTIVE, THEN SELL THEM TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER. THE MINAE IS TO BE DIVIDED EQUALLY AMONG THE SLAVERS, AND USED TO FURTHER THE CLAN’S STRENGTH. ANG GUND GRIIZH. OTHER PURPOSES: WILL ACT AS THE CLASSIFIED OF CLAN RAGUK CLASSIFIED CLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIED III. TERRITORY EVERY LION HAS IT’S PROWLING GROUNDS, AND THE PSC DOES NOT DIFFER. THERE ARE LANDS WHICH HAVE FAVOURED LEYD AND THE MILITARISTIC ORKS IN THE PAST, AND THUS WILL FAVOUR THEM ONCE AGAIN. THE GROUND IS SEEPED IN RICH, CULTURAL BLOOD BLED BY THE SPIRITS, AND IT IS THE WAY OF THE ORKS TO RECLAIM WHAT IS THEIRS. #1,FORT STRONG REMNANTS ONE WOULD DO WELL TO EXPECT TO BE RIDDEN OF THEIR GOODS AND BE PRIVILEGED TO BE BROUGHT INTO THE ORKISH SNAGA PENS ONCE CROSSING THESE ROADS AND WALKING UNDER THE PROTECTION OF THE CLIFFS. YET, THE STONE DOES NOT PROTECT ONE FROM LEYD’S MIGHT AND FURY. PLANNED TAKEOVERS: I. CLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIED II. CLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIEDCLASSIFIED IV. ROSTER & RANKS THE COMMAND STRUCTURE IN THE PSC IS UNORTHODOX, UNLIKE MOST SLAVING CORPORATIONS, WITH DETAILED RANKS AND USELESS TITLES, THE PSC HOLDS MERELY THE KRIMPMAZTA[CEO] AND THE GRUNT RANK. THE CEO HOLDS NO POWER OVER THE GRUNTS UNLESS IN A SLAVING SITUATION, IN WHICH HE REIGNS SUPREME. THIS IS TO ENSURE THE KRIMPMAZTA DOES NOT GROW AN EXAGGERATED SELF-ESTEEM AND TRY TO OVERTHROW LEYD’S CHOSEN; THE WARGOTH. ROSTER: KRIMPMAZTA[CEO]: GRUNT: lat would like to gruk, nub? hurhur “ANG GUND GRIISH.” [PROPS GOES TO WUD FOR INSPIRATION]
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    [Clan Raguk] THE HISTORY

    SKULLCRUSHA'RAGUK RETURNS ALSO, RESTORING HIS HONOR WITH THE AID OF HIS FATHER. HE THINKS OVER THE VARIOUS ORKS OF WHICH PASSED INTO THE SANDS OF TIME, THEIR NAMES DECAYING AND THEIR FACES FORGOTTEN. NOT HE. HE, WOULD BE REMEMBERED.
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    [Clan Raguk] RAGUK NAMES AND NAMESAKES

    MORKAR'RAGUK PONDERS HIS NAMESAKE, LOOKING TOWARDS THE DECAPITATED SKULLS DORMANT UNDER HIS FEET. "MMM, MI AM SKULLCHOPPA NOW!"
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    Leitseg's Troth

    "Where have mi heard this before?" The ork queried, remembering Renatus' promises to aid Krugmar against the Dominion.
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    ~Desperate Means to a Desperate End~

    SKULLCRUSHA'RAGUK SAT IN HIS TENT UPON THE RAGUK WASTELANDS, THE SUN FLARING BETWEEN THE GAPS OF THE FABRIC. PONDERING TO HIMSELF STILL; WHAT IF HE HAD NOT AIDED THE SEPTEMBER PRINCE? WHAT MONSTROSITIES HAVE BEEN RELEASED IN THE SIEGE?
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