Boomzerang

This is genuinely a really good guide Must say, when I first joined the server, I nearly starved to death, and this kind of guide would've come in very handy

MC Name: Boomzerang Role play Name: Gholug'Braduk Skype: You have it Timezone: GMT Orc or Slave (If slave what race?): Orc How much do you love Krug?:

Gholug'Braduk nods slowly as he reads through the letter. "It seems I had no reason to fear another war. Good news is always welcomed."

Gholug'Braduk, after listening to the Wargoth's speech, shakes his head and curses under his breath before heading away. He mounts his rhino, and the pair trudge off somewhere quiet. "This will be hard," He'd mutter. "These idiots. They raise their, yell into the sky, address the spirits without a care of what could happen, and all of a sudden, brothers are killing brothers. Let us simply hope he calls this declaration off." He'd lift a flask from his loincloth, take a swig, and look back in the direction the pair had come. "Times of war are upon us."

Like Birthright but better :^)

Gholug'Braduk scowls. "History is repeating itself, brother. A history I hoped never to experience for myself." He'd mutter, carving different designs into his rhino, Zhunbo's front horn. "I fear we shall return to the lives the children of Braduk once lived."

Dexter's Laboratory

What the **** It's TUMNUS****** Also, doesn't Leafyishere make Satyr videos?

Seems good can we add Knuclemander and Squirtails?

It was a relatively warm winter morning. A now rather aged orc sat still on the edge of a lake in Mokh’Ilzgul and stared into the water, examining his reflection. His tusks had been stained with grog and ale, and cleaned with blood time and time again, and were now permanently dyed a faint yellowish colour. He passed one finger over his right tusk - what was left of it, rather. He’d lost the top half of it when he was still a young orc - not too long ago in his mind. His one good eye scanned over his face again. The large scar was still there - the scar which took his vision and what little sympathy for slaves he had. He sighed before moving his head, and looking at both sides. His hair was still very much the same, except for his ponytail, which had been cut after fleeing the city that Oren attacked. It was now half the size, the bloodstained end left in San’Kharak to blow in the wind before inevitably withering away. He was disheartened. All he had to his name was his loincloth, and his Golok. And yet, he felt something. Not pride, for he was not proud of escaping San’Kharak and leaving his brothers behind to face an army. Not joy, no, far from it. It was something he felt only when promised free grog, when a festival was mentioned - anticipation, hope. He cast his mand back to when he first learned of the history of the Braduks, how civil war tore them apart, and they came together again, they stood strong in the face of starvation, in the face of an army many times larger than their own. They stood strong, and it seemed as though they had to stand strong yet again. And Gholug knew this. He knew that good times would soon come. He knew patience was all he needed. He would stand strong. Ghash Nagraufom

Hey Sandmeme Can I have some of your rep? Thanks.

Yeah, after reading through the post properly and not going into full grr Oren grr mode, I must apologise for my meme. Post could've definitely had a better title, and I think that's what sent everyone into grr Oren grr without actually reading through it.

Klomps. Definitely klomps. Orcish master race

And I can smell your onions

Of course. I've always wanted to play a first person version of Runescape ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I found out why he likes Nexus He doesn't want to lose all the exp he's gotten This has turned into a very bad case of Stockholm Syndrome

The amount of rep that I have :^) Give me rep please

Gholug'Braduk drinks a pint of Wuhd Pizz Ayle in the gargantuan's memory as he sheds a single tear of drunken sadness