Vilebranch

Moreg takes a few tiny blue mints before heading into San'Torr. "Mi'z geddin' too old fer diz..."

Moreg grunts upon hearing the news, shaking his head and allowing a short moment of silence. "He will nub be furgotten... Hiz effortz will live on agh duh wagh will continue. Diz chayngez nuffin'!"

   A particularly literate orc reads the parchment, a scowl forming on his face.

   "We am ztill duh raiderz? We am ztill duh zlaverz? Aftur we've abolished owr zlavery agh zacrifizin', and punished duh raidin' ob Linandria? I will have tu write zummin' up fer theze idiotz. Dere haz to be zom Albai dat are nub globz out dere..."

NAME: Moreg'Ugluk

HOUSE: Building 3, Apartment 2

BID PRICE [Increments of 25]: 112 Iron Ingots

   Moreg bobbed his head as Drokon spoke, taking in every detail of the Elder's words. He stood tall as it ended, looking down at each of the orcs gathered before him, silently asking if anyone would like to speak before clearing his throat. "I am Moreg'Ugluk, zon of Karbog, and Wargoth of the Ugluk clan. Drokon'z ztatement blahz volumez of what needz to be done with our Uzg, our race. However, to come to a decizion, we muztn't forget our history and how different zyztemz have worked before. Never in our hiztory haz any zyztem other than our standard Rexdom worked. In order for our brotherz to come under one banner, we need a Rex for which we can follow and look up to. I propoze we work towardz deciding on a Rex for which our race can gather around, and look up to. Yet again, this person must be chozen carefully, a corrupt or zinful Rex will only lead to a quickened extinction of orc-kind." He says his speech promptly before taking his seat once more, looking to others as they begin speaking.

  Moreg lumbers through the area he had once called home and where he had watched his brothers torn to pieces in battle, before looking down at the letter. He had hoped he'd have been able to speak with Drokon in a less dire situation. The future of his race is at stake, however, and there is little time for reunion. He stomps into the room, his mask casting an air of seriousness about him. "Throm'ka, Drokon. Throm'ka, All." He says, looking quickly from the elder to the rest of the gathering. At this, he seats himself in a chair and awaits the proceedings.

One of the most mature people I've had the pleasure of meeting on the server. Top notch dood. +1

My man, Sam, Gets a biased +1 from me. Good when dealing with new players.

MC Name: Vilebranches
Role play Name: Moreg

Skype: You have it

Timezone: EST
Orc or Slave (If slave what race?): Orc
How much do you love Krug?: Is my love for Krug being questioned?

   Moreg removes his battleaxe from it's perch on his shelf, muttering under his breath after hearing the news  of Oren's note. "Mi'z behn waytin' fer diz tu feyl dah blood ob zum Orenur zkahz!"

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The Ugluk Clan

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  A corpse of its former self, The Ugluk Clan had once been one of the most prominent clans of

orcish warriors within the entirety of the Uzg. Having once been known as The Vanguard while the clan had been included within the Gorkil clan during Aegis. Their rage and strength were unmatched within the Orcish lands, their warcry being revered by most as a sign of death. Some of which who had survived an Ugluk attack believed they had been attacked by a gathering of Minotaur. Ugluks led the destruction of the High Elves in Asulon as well as Salvus during the same Era, and their clan had at one time during Asulon, been the largest of any of their brothers. The resurrection of this clan is upon us.

The Histories

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{An Ugluk Wargoth standing aside two of his Elders, readying for battle}

  The blood of the clan originates from the Third Son of Gorkil, Ugluk. Ugluk had been renowned for his ability to defeat hundreds of enemies in battle and is often regarded as one of the greatest warriors in orcish history. His children had unknowingly lived alongside the Gorkils for decades. Their forces had been stronger, larger, and tougher than that of the standard Gorkil grunts which had made the majority of Gorkil forces. Due to this, during the Clan Wars, these soldiers were dubbed the Vanguard. However, as the Clan Wars came to an end, most of those who had bore the blood of Ugluk had been killed, only a few surviving the onslaught of Dom’s forces.

  One of the survivors, a nob of the Krughai during Mogroka’Gorkil’s reign as Rex known as Pok’Gorkil, is given the gift of knowledge by his Rex and is given the opportunity to splinter from the Gorkil clan, thus finally forming The Ugluk Clan. By the time of Asulon, their clan had grown exponentially into the largest clan in the newly established War Uzg. As their numbers grew, the Wargoth met an orc who had brought many Orcs to their clan, the orc’s name was Mokrag’Braduk’Ugluk, and the two would quickly become blood brothers.

  Twice did Pok ascend to the rank of Rex and his fury had been relentless, destruction followed each movement he made with the Uzg during his first Rexdom, destroying tribute states and waging war against the High Elven city of Haelun’or. The second Rexdom was mostly uneventful compared to the First.

Decades later, The Elder Mokrag requested that the Elder’s own clan be recognized by Pok, Pok agreed and the Braduk clan was born. In Asulon, the two clans fought side by side one another during the civil war against Sharku’Gorkil and his incompetent Rexdom. Due to a no decided victor, a pact was made to end the warring. However, for whatever reason, the Braduks were left out of the agreement. This angered the clan to begin a war against the Ugluks, with skirmishes erupting here and there. However, upon the disappearance of Pok, the tides were changed in the Braduks’ favor. Most of the pure-blooded Ugluks had been wiped out at this time along with all of the great Ugluk Bulls. Upon Malog shattering the remaining Ugluks in the formation of the Yar clan, marking a time in which no living Ugluks were present. Later, Pok returns briefly to find his clan gone. In order to protect his bloodline, he mates with Keesha’Ugluk who gives birth to Ugkop’Ugluk. Shortly after the birth of his son, Drokon’Ugluk, Ugkop was felled by a group of Kahn’Braduk’s forces.

  The Ugluks were thought a dead clan until the great Ubba’Ugluk returned to bring the clan back into the view of the Uzg. Ubba succeeded and quickly brought himself into Rexdom, famously leading a party of orcs through a small tunnel during the defense of Dunamis, getting the drop in on Oren’s forces. Ultimately, during this battle, Ubba was felled by a poisoned arrow lending the title of Rex to his good friend, Snoop’Azog.

The Title of Wargoth had been given to Drokon short after Ubba ascended to Rexdom. However, Several years after Ubba’s death, Drokon disappears, leaving the only remaining Ugluk to watch as his clan rots away in the sands of time. Drokon returns only briefly to pass his title down to Moreg’Ugluk. Whether this action was due to Moreg’s valor in battle or due to him being the only Ugluk to inherit the title is up for debate. In Axios, many believed the clan to be extinct once again due to Moreg’s disappearance until he returned at the time of the Uzg’s greatest need. Several failed attempts at reviving the clan were cut short by Drokon's final appearance. When Drokon arrived and took the title of Rex from the False Rex, Kulgarok'Lak'Dom, he set forth a chain of events which would lead to the halting of the new 'War Nation's extinction and total revenge against the Orenians who had previously invaded the orcish homeland. However, several years into Drokon's reign, a sinister sickness rendered Drokon a tyrant in the eyes of his brothers and murdered many he once called 'friend'. It only took a few years for Drokon's sickness to be cured, but the wounds of this sickness fell deep. As soon as another orc ascended to Rexdom, Drokon unceremoniously gave his life to the beasts of the Mesa.

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Culture

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Trials

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The Ugluk trials have always been a necessary obstacle for recruits of the clan since the clan’s conception in Aegis. To be accepted, one must complete all three of the trials. Although the clan originally had a Trial of Mind, a Trial of Strength, and a Trial of Fear, the trials are changed depending on  the circumstances and the Wargoth. However, the trials will always be difficult and taxing on recruits.

Bulls

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Ugluk Bulls are massive bulls bred to be as large and powerful as possible, their size and strength rival that of even the Braduk's Rhinos. Though the bulls had once been put through genocide by the Braduks during their clan war against Ugluk, new bulls were bred by the combined efforts of Ubba and Drokon. These bulls were housed in the palace during Ubba's reign and were taken into Axios through the spirit realm. Due to the sparsity of these bulls, a calf is only given to those who exhibit extreme devotion to the clan. All members will be given the chance to prove themselves.

Current Bulls

Mazat'Ugluk

Scarring

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Though the Ugluks had once used brands as a way of marking orcs into the clan, a new practice was adopted by the current wargoth as he had contemplated whether he truly was an Ugluk due to his lack of brand marks. He grew angry and chose to etch the bull’s mark onto his shoulder, believing himself to have earned the right to be known as Ugluk. This would quickly become the main way of marking an Ugluk’s achievements and triumphs.

The Sword is given to warriors who successfully led a battle against an enemy faction. Denotes strength and leadership. Usually found on Targoths and high ranking military leaders.

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Code of Ugluk

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I. The protection, prosperity and longevity of the clan come before all else.

II. The murder of a brother will result in termination.

III. Extended affiliation with lesser races; including but not limited to mating, living with, and fighting alongside such races, will result in whitewashing.

IV. Disrespecting a Wargoth, Elder, or other higher ranking clansmen, will result in a punishment decided on by the Wargoth.

V. Treat your Bull as though it is your brother.

VI. For all other disputes, refer to the Code of Krug.

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Clan Roster

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Current Wargoth

Moreg’Ugluk

Elders

Active Members

Inactive Members

Ohrbull’Ugluk

Kruyeel’Ugluk

Keezh’Ugluk

Drogaz’Ugluk

Budork’Ugluk

Prok’Ugluk

N’roga’Ugluk

Durnash’Ugluk

Raielha’Ugluk

Sharamph’Ugluk

Ragunus’Ugluk

Braguk’Ugluk

Nurzum’Ugluk

Prominent Fallen Members

Ubba’Ugluk

Drokon'Ugluk

(More will be added as I get more information and I recruit more members.)

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Moreg, the Wargoth of the Ugluk Clan, shakes his head. "The following years will be rife with the death of Uruks, brothers. Why must this conflict continue?"

    Moreg sits in silence, his hands folded over his head in distress. A brief sigh escapes him. "So the children of Krug face infighting once again... How shall we rebuild our Uzg if we continue to curse and kill over petty disagreements?"

Moreg'Ugluk shudders at the mentioning of the Braduks. "Duh nub zkah wif duh Bradukz. Deyr merzilezz..."

Moreg'Ugluk recalls seeing a suspicious looking black and purple banner hanging in Drokon's throne room...

 Moreg'Ugluk nods stoically upon hearing of the Half-Orc's newly found success. "Yub, Wi neyd moer leedahz ehn deez tikz. Nub mattah wub latz Momo agh Popo ahr, Ib latz kan zurviyv agh endur dah tryulz ob dah klanz den lat iz Uruk. Ib lat iz Uruk agh lat iz hozh, den lat am qualifiyd tu bi leedah."

Ey yo. Welcome to the greatest regret of your life. 

pick orc.

  Many a sleepless night had been had by Moreg. Sleeping in the dirt had never been much of an issue in the past, but now he felt as though it actually meant something, that he deserved it, even. It was, in many ways, symbolic of his current state of being. The once prosperous clan of the Ugluks had now been reduced to nothing more than a name one or two people had, any accomplishments he could ever imagine of reaching had been snatched away from his fingertips, and the place he had once called home had been ransacked, leaving his brothers and he scattered across Axios. But surely the largest reason for his mood was the fact that he could have stopped it all. He had the opportunity to rebuild his clan as warchief, he had the opportunity to reach his greatest potential and to drive his foes before him, and he had the opportunity to go to battle against Oren and defend his brothers. All of these opportunities, wasted.

  However, a true-blooded Uruk such as Moreg had little time to bother himself with doubts on his past. He had only been surviving off of mice he found scampering near his feet. The already scrawny uruk had been reduced to even less by this "Fasting". Sure, he hungered, but this act of penitence seemed necessary for himself. An orc learns nothing without being punished, after all. Moreg had completely lost where he had been headed, the only noticeable surroundings were dense oak trees all around him. A small campfire had been nearly put out by the rain earlier that day and a dead, charred rat was stuck through the spit. Whilst trying to light the fire once more, he reflected on the current conditions. He realized that his conditions weren't ideal but he also realized that he was surviving. He remembered reading through Ugluk history and seeing that some of Ugluk's greatest legends were of orcs surviving and surpassing great hardships. Ever since Aegis, Ugluk has survived. And spirits help him, Ugluk will survive. From now until the end of time.

  The following morning, Moreg packed as many rats and mice into his bag that he could find and set his course to the seas. By the end of the week, he had already constructed a small raft and had already set sail to the East. Before reaching the darker waters, he said his prayers to Freygoth that he survive to tell this story to his kubs and his clan and he disappeared into the waters. Whether he lived through the ocean's trials or not would be for the future to decide. However, As long as he survives, The Bull survives.

OOC: Yeah, so the last account I had I can't access anymore so that's why you're likely asking yourself, "Who the hell is this guy?" right now. Also, first actual RP thread. So yeah, be sure to write any criticisms.

((Moreg had the red facepaint before it was cool. Just saying))