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“Da grayt RED prophet!? BAH!” A Red Ork grumbled. “Mi’z da greyt REDDEZT prophet.”

WARPAINT, JEWELRY AND TATTOOS ⚙-⚙-⚙ Jewelry and warpaint, to a Raguk, are as defining of their identity as the shade of their skin and the illusive Naakh-za-Barash. Whilst some warpaint or jewelry is arbitrary and there to boast combative acclaim or the possessors skillful craftsmanship, others hold spiritual or occult qualities. WARPAINT “Red makes lat go fasta’, itz been proved by da tunzantarz mi swear it!” It is customary for the Raguks to slather red-paint on their Myrzyms or their Battlewagons prior to a skirmish or battle. Superstition states that, in a similar fashion to their Bloodsteel weaponry, if the paint is made with blood and blessed by Gazigash, she will grant them a boon of immense speed. “Da blue gitz iz a danger’us lot.” In the Raguk culture, blue-paint is reserved for only the most brutal Redskins. It is said that those who are privileged enough to wear blue-paint have the blood of Baderkuk in them, from the days when Braduk and Raguk were joined as one. How much of this is true is up for debate. “Yella’ is da lukky colour ov looterz agh freebootas. . .” Raguks with an affinity for gold and all things shiny - usually goblins - may paint themselves yellow before a major battle to heighten their chances of finding themselves something of interest on the corpses of enemies. “Da blakka’, da choppia.” It is not uncommon to see glyphs painted in black along the edge of weaponry or siege equipment; or to see a Myrzym’s tusks coated entirely with black paint. This is because it is believed that black-paint makes weaponry all “da more choppia”, or more effective in combat. “Chrome - colour ov da flatted.” Aged Raguks who anticipate their death in battle may slather their face with chrome paint beforehand to make it damned clear to Kor that a Raguk is approaching the gates of the Stargush, in death. Similarly, deceased uruks are painted chrome for the same reason. The method to craft this chrome paint, however, is knowledge known only by the Yellers. JEWELRY Jewelry, in a similar fashion to warpaint, has sentimental and spiritual value to a Raguk if not for vanity. For example, it is not uncommon to see an elf-ear necklace to boast the amount of elves a Raguk has killed, or a piece of bone or a tooth from giant game. Sometimes this jewelry contains gold, silver or platinum; sometimes bloodsteel and other exotic metals like mage-gold; or strange gems and stones to give it a qualitative lustre. In a somewhat grizzly deviation, it is also not entirely uncommon for Raguks to take fingers, toes, tusks and ears from fallen kin to turn into amulets and charms, believing that the felled ork’s strength will transfer unto them.

THE RAGUK MOUNT | MYRZYM ⚙-⚙-⚙ CONTENTS: HISTORY USAGE APPEARANCE RITUALS HISTORY: “Lat nub gruk where our beasts hailed from? Come, sit, and mi will blah lat.” - Leydluk’Raguk the SKAHING Honourable, explaining the resurgence of their beasts. AS THE DRAG OF EXISTENCE FOR THE RAGUKIAN WARMACHINE GRUDGED FORTH, A WARMACHINE THAT WAS YET TO BE SATURATED WITH GOOD OIL, VARIOUS OTHER CLANS BEARING THEIR SYGILS OF KRUGMAR RECEIVED MOUNTS. TO THE BRADUKS, A GOLDEN RHINO WAS BESTOWED. TO THE UGLUKS, A BULL OF BEHEMOUTH PROPORTIONS. YET, THE PLAINS OF VAILOR BORE NO FRUIT FOR THE REDSKINNED SMITHS OF RAGUK. NONE KNOW EXACTLY OF WHICH CORNER THE MYRZYM WERE BIRTHED, FOR THE STORY IS ONE SHROUDED IN UNCERTAINTY AND MYTH. HOWEVER, IT IS RECORDED THAT A STRONG WARGOTH OF RAGUK VENTURED INTO THE UNBEARING WASTE WITH THE SUN UPON HIS BACK IN THE HUNT FOR A MOUNT OF THEIR OWN. AND TO THOSE OF RED SKIN, HE PROVIDED. REARING HIS HEAD ACROSS THE HORIZON WITH THOUSANDS OF CRIMSON SPECKS, ALL TRUMPETING THEIR CALL OF RETURN AND STOMPING THEIR FEET TO MARK THEIR HOME. RESEMBLING MUCH THE MAMMOTHS OF YONDER, THESE MYRZYM’S WERE SAID TO BE BROUGHT FORTH BY THE ALMIGHTY AND EVER MYSTERIOUS PANTHEON. THEIR RED SKIN AND MEAT CONJURED UP IN SACRED, SAVAGE RITUAL BY THE MOTHER OF RAGUK, GAZIGASH. THEIR TENACIOUS, FIRM FRAME BEAT INTO ONE OF MAGNIFICENCE BY THE LORD OF CHAINS, LEYD. THE VERY IRON OF THEIR BONES HEATED, TEMPERED AND FORGED WITHIN THE OVEN AND UPON THE ANVIL OF GAZIGASH. THIS WAS A CREATURE BUILT FOR CONFLICT, WAAAGH AND THE ETERNAL LABOUR OF THE WARMACHINE, OF WHICH HAD NOW BEEN SUBSEQUENTLY OILED. USAGE “Peep da size of diz zkah’a! Hurhur, da gorkil gitz nub gruk wub commin’.” - An unnamed Raguk shocktrooper discussing the previous clan war with Glottgut’Raguk USAGE IS ONE OF THE MOST CLOSELY PROTECTED ASPECTS OF THE MYRZYM, AS IT IS CRUCIAL TO THE CLAN’S SAFETY AND SUSTAINABILITY. FOR THIS REASON, AS MOST ROSTERS ARE DIVIDED, THE MYRZYM ARE SEPARATED WITHIN A DUO OF CATEGORIES, THAT OF WAAAGH-BEAST, AND THE LABOUR-BEAST. LABOUR-BEAST BLUNT AND CONCISE, THE NAME OF THE CATEGORY SPEAKS VOLUMES. THE SMALLER, WEAKER AND OBJECTIVELY WORSE BRED MYRZYM ARE SUBJECTED TO THIS ROLE TO PERFORM MINOR TASKS OF LABOUR. PROFESSIONALITY IS TO BE EXPECTED FROM THE HERDA AT ALL TIMES AS HE HANDLES THIS BEAST, FOR EVEN THOUGH THEIR RANK, THE MYRZYM OPERATING THIS ROLE SHOULD STILL MAINTAIN A LEVEL OF RESPECT. THE MOST FAMED LABOUR BEAST HAS BEEN GENTURZ, NAMED AFTER THE SPIRIT GENTHARUZ. WAAAGH-BEAST BLOOD, THE SEARING AND SCARRING OF FLESH, THE LOUD BOOMS OF RUNECANNONS AND THE STENCH OF URINE AND INTESTINES. THESE ARE ALL SENSES THAT THE WAAAGH-BEAST ARE TRAINED TO HANDLE. IT IS EXPECTED FOR THE BEAST TO ACT AT 100% FUNCTIONALITY AT ALL TIMES WITHIN A BATTLE, TO NOT REAR IT’S HEAD OR RETREAT. OTHERWISE, THE BEAST IS TO BE PUT DOWN. HOWEVER, THESE ARE STILL BEASTS OF LEYD. ANY ORK FOUND INJURING OR MUTTERING INSULTS OF THESE BEASTS WILL HAVE THEIR TONGUES OR HANDS REMOVED RESPECTIVELY. THE MOST FAMED WAAAGH-BEAST HAS BEEN TWIGGIKRUNCHA, THE STEED OF THE EQUALLY FAMED GRUBGOTH WUD’FUD’RAGUK. RITUALS “Leyd-flok myrzym lat, flokolgûl glogol!” - Krukleyd’Raguk granting permission onto a new wave of vanguard grunts to receive their beasts. YET, THIS TOOL WOULD NOT BE GRANTED UPON ALL WHO CHANTED KRUG AND YIELDED TUSKS BENEATH THEIR MAWS. THIS WAS A CREATURE MOLDED TO FIT MERELY A SINGULAR NICHE, THAT OF THE RAGUKS. AND FIT IT DID PERFECTLY. LABOUR-BEASTS FOR A MYRZYM TO BE SUBJECTED TO THE TITLE OF A LABOUR BEAST, IS NO DISHONORABLE FEAT, EVEN IF THE RANK IS BESTOWED ONTO THE PHYSICALLY WEAKER OF THE LITTER. TO THE MACHINE OF KRUGMAR, THE GRIND IS BUT ONE OF THE FEW COGS NEEDED TO STEAMROLL INTO GLORIOUS WAAAGH. IT CAN BE SAID, HOWEVER, THAT THESE MYRZYM GARNER LESS RESPECT FROM THE VANGUARD AS THEY DO NOT RISK THEIR LIVES, AND DO NOT SHED BLOOD IN THE NAME OF LEYD. THESE MYRZYM WOULD BE BEHESTED TO BEAR MINERALS OR MATERIALS. THESE MYRZYM DO NOT GARNER NAMES, SIMPLY NUMBERS TO CALL THEM BY. WAAAGH-BEASTS THE CRIMSON-BRED AND DECISIVE SOLDIERS PROPOSED A MANNER OF IMPROVING THEIR INDUSTRIOUS EFFICIENCY WHILST PROVIDING THE SPIRITS WITH TRIBALISTIC PRAISE. UPON EACH RAGUK BORN OR INTEGRATED WITHIN THE CLAN, THEY WOULD BE DOUSED IN ELFKIN BLOOD AND GIVEN A BEAST OF THEIR OWN. ONE WHICH WOULD MIMIC THEIR TUSKS AND WARRIOR FEROCITY. FROM HERE, THE RAGUK WOULD INDOCTRINATE HIS MYRZYM AND FORCE IT TO BE YIELD AND BECOME ONE. THE DUO WOULD GROW THEIR CHARACTER TOGETHER, CHARGE INTO THE FRENZY OF WAAAGH TOGETHER AND END LIFE ALONGSIDE EACHOTHER. AND WHEN GIVEN THE CHANCE OR WHEN THOUGHT SUITABLE, THE RAGUK WOULD NAME HIS BEAST, FOREVER CEMENTING THEIR LEGACY INTO THE BOOKS OF HISTORY. AND IN THE DEPRESSING EVENT THAT A WAAGH-BEAST’S LIFE COMES TO A CEASE, IT IS ASSURED THAT NOTHING OF THEIR EXISTENCE WOULD SURRENDER TO WASTE. THIS IS NOT A METAPHORICAL OR SYMBOLIC STATEMENT, AS THE RAGUK WARRIORS WOULD SAP THEIR BLOOD TO FORGE THE BEST OF BLOODSTEEL WEAPONS, BUTCHER THEIR MEAT TO PROVIDE CUISINE FOR KRUGMAR. EVEN THE BONES OF THE MYRZYM WOULD BE USEFUL TO SOME EXTENT. APPEARANCE “Do ya fhink da glint of gold or the texture of da tattoos will entrance our enemiz or bring fear onto them?” “Perhupz boffh” - Imp’Raguk and a nonsequencial ork discussing the Myrzym. EVEN THOUGH AESTHETICS IS NOT OF THE MACHINE’S IMPORTANCE, IT IS A LUXURY THAT THE RAGUKS CAN AFFORD, ESPECIALLY WHEN TAKING IN MIND THEIR OFTEN REGAL APPEARANCE. THIS INCLINATION TOWARDS BOISTERIORITY DOES NOT GRIND TO A HALT WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE ORKS, HOWEVER. OFTEN, THE NAME OF THE MYRZYM ARE ON MANY A PERSON’S LIPS WHEN SPEAKING OF LUXURIOUS APPEARANCE. YET, LIKELY THE MOST CONVERSED ABOUT MYRZYM IN PROSPECTS OF THEIR COSMETICAL VALUE HAS BEEN GAZGAZH, OF WHICH IT IS SAID GAZIGAZH HERSELF BESTOWED UPON THE BEAST WITH BLOODSTEEL ARMOR. MANY A RAGUK ENJOYS ADORNING THEIR WAAAGH-BEAST WITH TRADITIONAL OR OFTEN INDUSTRIOUS COSMETICS. SOME WOULD PREFER DESIGNING AND SMITHING A FINESSE GOLDEN HARNESS, WHILST OTHERS PREFER THE CRUDE, DESATURATED ARMOR IN ORDER TO PROTECT THEIR BEAST. HOWEVER, TATTOOS ARE ALSO A COMMON SIGHT. THE CREATIVITY OF THE INDIVIDUAL IS ESSENTIAL TO PRODUCE QUINTESSENTIAL BEASTS. "Ang Gund Griish."

ONCE MORE, THE KHLAAR OF LEYD PRAISES WITH GLEE, THE LORD OF DOMINANCE IS HAPPY. ”WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

INSIDE A CAVE WITHIN THE HOLDS OF SAN'KALA, NUMEROUS BOISTEROUS AND MYSTERIOUS CHANTS WOULD BE AUDIBLE. ”Az-Darûkûrz, diisum-albai, Lup-Leyd!”

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 The Myrzym CREDIT OF ENTIRE POSTS GOES TO @grubgoth_wud.

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"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.

Making @fireheart an admin has been the worst decision this administration has made so far.

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!"

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."

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.

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.]

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.