OzYmandi

Dragutin, a dirty raevir peasant who hangs around Belvitz, claps! “Man is very talented. Maybe should sing for Emperor, da!”

MCName: OzYmandi Name: Baldwin Norfolk Age: 21 Race: Human

what about the dev bringing the nexus back post? lal, joking merry christmas, y’all

“Zoundz homozex.” Another red-hued orc complemented.

I mean, it sucked, but ok.

Yazgurtan Drâz’Gorkil, with a dead courier on his feet, reads this, and widens his eyes... “Da beez...” Krutmozak’Raguk eats some honey.

“Ok...” murmurs Aeron Visaj, planning his return....

Oh hey

The burly Red uruk walked into the camp, steel armor-clad, carrying a large kleaver over his back, a square-y sword with a protrusion coming from the tip. His eyes stared out into the camp, dragging the tired mule with him, the mule carrying two chests filled with several things. He had been out hunting. Hunting the dark. Hunting those he knew meant disgrace. Last time he had been around, a Goblin led the Uzg. He didn’t leave, no. Why would he. Right when things got interesting. He knew what he was going to do though. All he heard was of his clan. Who led it. It confused him. He was no elder, forgotten, hells be. But… He felt it was necessary. “MI AM LOOKIN’ FOR GROGGNAR’RAGUK AGH MI KLAN. MI CHALLENGE DIZ WARGOTH FUR A KLOMP, FOR DAH TITLE OB WARGOTH. MI AM KRUTMOZAK’RAGUK, KUB OB LEYDLUK’RAGUK AGH AM HERE TO PUT DAH KLAN ON IT’Z TRAKZ AGAIN.” The uruk went off to a corner, letting his mule rest and settling down his chests, awaiting his response. A LARGE STAMP IS ON THE END ANG GUND GRIIZH i didn’t leave, **** off

Someone hath been misinformed.

Excuse you, it’s 2 weeks, max.

Stuff happens. I’ll see you around, Sloth. Loved writing tons of cultures and stuff with you. o7

Hiya. This is probably the last you’ll see of me in the forums. I’m either going to be perma banned for toxicity thanks to leaked messages in a discord that isn’t an Lotc Medium (thanks @_Jandy_) or I’m getting permanently banned because I asked, so... Yea, it was fun. It was good... Some people really helped me through some tough times, but... I’m 22, I’m a father, and I don’t have time for LotC drama because some kid got mad I did something he didn’t like. So, that’s my short, bittersweet farewell. I joined the server a no-one, I leave one of the most toxic players, apparently. I’m sorry, Lord of the Craft, to have presented such shitty behaviour unlike myself or my age. I really am. o7

Yazgurtan Drâz’Raguk frowns “Latz edgeh”

Yazgurtan Drâz’Gorkil laughs, and cries at the same time. He had bested them. An honorable man, despite his deeds.

Taken down.

The Firelands had never really treated him well. It wasn’t uncommon to fight a bloodthirsty beast or a naturality of the bursting flames erupting from the ground. It had it’s beauty, though. To him, atleast, the darkened, charred peaks, the magma-riddled ground and the few spots he could set foot and walk in that wasteland, free of the danger of maddened adventurers chasing riches in some unknown region. This one was well known. No man, sane or crazy, would dare adventure there. It was suicide. Not for him.. He knew his way. ‘The land of the Spirits’, some of his brothers said. Truly, only the Spirits could be capable of creating that beauty. No one else, nothing else. It was harsh to walk around in the burning heat. He was a mere goblin, nothing close to the might of the Firelands, encumbering him with the weight of dominance, roaring out it’s embers in a desperate attempt to consume the descendant of Krug. He wouldn’t fret. No. Not now. He had come this far, on his blind journey of self-knowledge. His name, his faith in his brothers, his willpower... How had he kept it all, through all his nation had gone through. The questions hit him like the battering ram hits the gate. He was out there, seeking reason, seeking source, seeking ‘why’. He knew that he’d probably find nothing, but trying had never killed anyone, he told himself. How naïve. He was in no place to question the will of the Spirits, though, as they drove him into this periodical peregrination. “Leydluk’s doing this...” he thought to himself everyday he woke up, thinking of the past Rex as inspirations to continue pummeling through the obstacles of the Firelands. Why, though? Why must he submit himself to the heat, the pain, the harshness? Only because he had a dream? Because ‘the Spirits told him so’? No. He couldn’t dare let those thoughts take over. He couldn’t give up. Not now. It kept hitting the back of his head, though. How could he keep the battering ram? His gates where weak. His will wasn’t the strongest. Broken, shattered. Why? He didn’t know. He felt as if he had nothing to grasp, yet everything at his reach. He felt emptyness. “I could be the strongest, wisest Goblin in history... or I can go down as a no-one...” he thought to himself. He stood there, atop a piece of stone, covered by magma rocks and other stones in his view, for him to step onto and continue his trek. “This... this is...” he stopped, sitting down on the fumeled rock, ignoring the pain the heat was inflicting him. It was hard to do that, but... He had to. He had to focus. He eyed out into the rest of the fiery wasteland. How come such destructive beauty existed? A perfect creation of deities beyond his comprehension, his understandement. He wanted to understand, but he couldn’t figure out how. He reckoned shamans did, but even then, they had doubts aswell. All the corners of the Goblin’s mind scrambled hastily for an answer to an unknown question. A constant doubt. A constant doubt as to if he was going to see the end of the day, if the so-craved Stargush’Stroh wasn’t just around the corner. He was honorable, or, atleast tried to. “My name...” he thought. His name. A mockery to his stature. A mockery to him, cast upon by ungrateful fathers. Ungrateful... How could them? How could they know? They wouldn’t know he’d eventually turn into something half-decent, worth of minimal recognition. He wouldn’t have that pitiful name no more. No. A imposing one. One that cause fear, was what he needed. Despite his height, whatever he looked like, one that imposed authority was what he needed. The first and only thing that came to his mind struck him and sticked to him. It stuck to him for sure. Morgoth. Yes. That was the one. He scrambled back up to his feet, gathering his packed goods and provisions and promptly setting off, back to the camp. All would hear of the Grubgoth’s name. All would hear of Morgoth’Raguk’s name. All would. I write fast, don’t judge me.

Fatkunt’Raguk har hars.

REXDOM OF KRUGMAR Under the guidance of the Spirits, REX Mûrak’Gorkil has decreed that Drâz’Gorkil is to be named the newest Yazgurtan of the Rexdom, charged with gathering, maintaining and stocking raw materials for the Nation, for building and constructing, let it be buildings or objects there needed. With that put, the newly appointed Yazgurtan asks that any and all Uruks of the nation that keep materials stock up turn them over to the Office of the Yazgurtan so they can further improve the arrange of materials the nation can use to rebuild itself from the ashes of past defeats. It is a rough, unrelenting road, but we shall overcome. NAGIJAK URUKIM The signature of the REX..... Mûrak’Gorkil The signature of the Yazgurtan..... Drâz’Gorkil

Yazgurtan Drâz’Gorkil smiles, nodding to the declaration “Hozh klan wib a hozh Goth.” Grubgoth Fatkunt’Raguk cooks.

Yazgurtan Drâz’Gorkil struggles to read on the curvy leather and the seemingly dirty parchment. “ZRKIBBLER, WUB’Z WRITTEN ‘ERE?”

Ang Gund Griizh. Raguk master race.

Hello! My name is Brazilianski, IGN L1L_PLugg13 and I’m here to make an invitation… MAKE AN ORC WEEK! Version 94237649236423 This invitation is all about trying to charm you into making an Orc or Goblin, and since Ologs are getting put into creature applications, I can’t really encourage to make one as avidly as orcs and goblins. WHY SHOULD I PLAY AN ORC, BRAZ? REASON 1) CULTURE There will be some people who’ll try to sell orcs out as a PvP warmongering nation who’s primary goal is to make your life hell. I won’t deny our ableness to PvP or always being willing to choose PvP over CRP, but I can assure you, that, and quoting wolfkite1; ‘the orcs are the most in-depth race in the server’. And that is true! Orcs have arguably the most extensive pages of lore for the littlest of things, and Shamanism is one of the magics with the most dedicated players out there and one of the magics that has the best lore. The Spirits, and praising them, sacrifices and warpaints, scars, whatever orcs may seem fit also play in a big part of the culture. Player-driven events using shamanism or simply snatching something (or someone) for a sacrifice to provide activity is not uncommon, and you may be dragged into making a sacrifice yourself. But there’s one thing that plays a gigantic part in orcish culture and roleplay. HONOR. Honor is one of the main principles of orcish roleplay and doing something that they deem dishonorable is also a big part. Upholding honor, a code, is a good thing to have in this community and you’ll be valued, respected and hailed as an example if you do. Protect those weaker than you, your ‘bruddahz’. REASON 2) BLAH Blah is unique. Blah is fun. Blah is hard. If you’re wandering ‘what the hell is blah’, I’ll give you a quick sum up. Orcs have big tusks, but they still speak common (Old Blah, or Old Language is the language of the Spirits and only Shamans speak it) but their tusks prevents them from speaking properly. What does that mean? A human will talk to you like this: “Hello, good friend, how are you doing? Ain’t this a fine day?” An orc will address you like this, because of the tusks: “Ug, mi bruddah, huw am latz duin? Ain’ diz ah fyne dey?” You might be wondering what ‘ug’ and ‘latz’ mean, and this link (https://wikia.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Blah) may just do the trick. Blah is basically broken common. You replace your ‘s’ for ‘z’, sometimes replace a ‘c’ with a ‘k’. For example: Horse = Horze Cooking = Kookin’ Chaste = Chazte (the C is maintained to preserve the context and sense of the word). IF YOU NEED ANY HELP IN BLAH, CONTACT ME IN GAME (L1L_PLugg13). It’s two simple reasons. I’m humble and a bit tired, and this is just a small post I’ve mustered. Thanks for reading.