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Tobias pictured on the hunt. . .

deal

hey my commisions are open dm me Guzr#2543 15$ per skin, 5 commisions (didnt make the last one's head)

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A certain clanless Nazdug hears of this ancient clan, pondering his place within the warnation.

Holy Sir Edwin smiles in approval from his hiatus, though the missive does tempt him to start working actively once more.

huh, was expecting Telanir to have locked down this thread ages back; 100th reply pogchamp

The MoJ discord used to have a chat called #wanted or #bountyboard or something with just namemc screenshots and player names

+1 supremely based and kinda cute ngl

Holy Sir Edwin smiles with pride from his camp. "He deserves it, I believe him to be just."

Holy Sir Edwin implores all the knights to go, and packs his bags to accompany them!

Holy Sir Edwin felt a sudden pang of sadness, though he knew not why. . .

man i remember seeing u in forum battles when I was 12 im 17 now

The Khlaar-Leyd offers a sacrifice to the happenings!

@HogoBojo******* scares me the man is a modreq magnet I feel like GMs are the most stable now that they've ever been, at least from my experience

A Velulaei'onn Prince hunts a deer with his twin in the faraway distance, somewhere. . .

NAAKH-ZA-BARASH Kashgurkhûr I: Leyd ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♭ Uruks being led through the lands of Gasigash on their way to Leyd’s throne. The uruks sat in the Rex’s hall, their tongues wagging about the Inferis plague that has recently touched Almaris. Strategim and tactic spilled from Skaatchnak’Izig and Ar-borok’s maws, with a plethora of Uruks watching. This debate was interrupted by Matumakh’Raguk’s boots scraping against the floor as he thundered inside the hall. Axe in hand, he outstretched such to a redskinned uruk, Kalruk’Gorkil. “You. You are a Raguk?” “No, but I was birthed by one. I am Kalruk’Gorkil, son of a Raguk mother.” Replied the Redskin gymnast with a youthful vigor. “Hm, but you have Gasigash’s blood. You will do. Speak: What know you of the Pantheon? What know you of the Raguk Gods?” A moment’s ponder came from Kalruk, though he replied in a firm tone. “I know the Raguks praise Leyd, I know they praise strength, but I do not know the Pantheon.” By now the hall’s attention was on the duo. “The Pantheon: Leyd, Spirit of Strength. Gentharus, Spirit of Smithing. Gasigash: Spirit of Blood. This is what forges a Raguk’s ideals, but it has been decades, no. . . Centuries since the Redskins have been led in their spirituality, hrm? And tell me, Kalruk, how were the Raguks led in spirituality?” Another moment’s ponderation before Kalruk replied:“Seers, aye?” “Aye! Seers, brother. The Old Yellers, The Naakh-za-barash. These Uruks would devote their lives as living sacrifices to the Pantheon, they would give everything to their servitude. But they have VANISHED. It is time for one to take the burden, it is time for the Dar ob Griish to return.” The old uruk would then thrust the shaft of his axe into Kalruk’s hands, raising the axehead to his own face. “To become a Seer, brother. To gain a greater connection to the Immortal plane, you must blind me. You must separate my senses from the Mortal world.” A certain hesitation followed these words, but Kalruk understood. All the Uruks understood, for this was Krug’s way. Matumakh’Raguk readied himself for the mutilation and rhythmic chants grew in the hall as the Gorkil in turn lofted the axe to blind the seasoned warrior. Slash! The blood painting the floor gave cue to the hall to erupt into roars of triumph and victory for a Seer was born. Matumakh’Raguk dropped to his knees and when he arose he stood as Khlaar-Leyd. Immediately however, his words began in the Spluttertongue; the language of the Pantheon. “Hakrugkûbet now! Lûp-Ilzgûl! Lûp-Ugrad!” Was his chant, and such continued for many a moment. The guttural howls and rhythmic movements of the Khlaar-Leyd kept the attention of the orcish hall. Over time, black tendrils rose up from beneath the dirt and eventually formed the image of a green orc with a boomsteel warhammer, riding upon a Lurwolf against the forces of the Inferis. “Ride, brothers! Votar demands your blade, Enrohk demands your shield and Krug demands your strength!” Called the past Rex as he smashed his hammer into an Inferis’ skull. This illusion then dissipated and the Targoth queried aloud: “What the **** was that?” “A memory. . .” Replied the Khlaar-Leyd. “Rex Ugrad’Lur forged the Firewatch alliance to fight the first Inferis invasion. Those battles you saw in this hall? Those were his battles, his memories. A memory that will repeat itself, Targoth-” He placed his hand on Targoth Ar-Borok’s shoulder. “But under your command.” With this news, the uruks immediately gathered their information and wrote plans for what they now knew to be true: The Inferis have been defeated before and could be again. As for the Raguks. . . the Seers have returned, and the Pantheon with them. Ang Gund Griish https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/175562-clan-raguk-the-pantheon-of-three/

"To fight alongside those who would give bandits and mercenaries a fort alongside the road to do with as they wish." Equester-Imperator Edwin sighs. "Very well, to war we go."

Matumakh'Raguk reads this, then ventures his way to the Iron Uzg, hoping others would do the same.

Hows your day going? I remember being 12, joining and seeing you on tab. Its a blessing to see you on tab again

+1 Cool concept, well written

Holy Sir Edwin gives a prayer for the Squires!

"Holy Sir Hiryon As long as you live, my sword will swing to aid you. You are welcome back anytime God bless, and Godspeed on your journey! - Equester Imperator Edwin de Sarkozy"