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Hmph.

A raven flies back to the Keshig Boss "Stargûsh'Stroh it is."

In a cave somewhere, meditating, the old Keshig Boss, Murgosh'Raguk 'The Mad', finishes skinning a man alive and leaves his bleeding body on his personal totem of Krathol, cleaning his hands. He starts a small speech to himself. "That's fun... Either you mean something, or you mean nothing.. That's were our problem lies, and that's the reason so many of our kin leave us. Orcish politics are not politics. They don't even exist. If the council decides something, and the rex decrees something else, zkah the people and the nation, it is what some random skah'er who won against some other random skah'er that rules over a ton of brothers, some even more capable than the skah'er on top... And that's why I left..." He then starts writing a letter: "I, Murgosh the Mad, write this letter to thee, my uruk brothers, to wake up. We are failed and we need changes. Urgent changes. Many other Rexes in the past where known for doing less than a bit of change here and there. A real Rex takes upon challenges of CHANGE and INNOVATION for the best of his people, and not sticking to old, failed and primal costumes. It is time for the Orcish kin to wake up. Signed, Murgosh the Mad."

"After they cause a stir in Oren, followed by their prince being kicked out, I suppose it was time to be civilized, yea?" Vitaly says to no-one particularly.

what about pepeka blaster nego da piroca?

"Oh." Vitaly mumbles.

"Amen. Ave Orenia" Holy Ser Vitaly I Basiliesh signs the cross.

"This could go as good as it can go bad..." Holy Ser Vitaly I Basiliesh grumbles about.

((OOC)) MC Name: Sovietski Discord: I'll PM you it. Timezone: UCT +3 IC Name: Vitaly Basiliesh Race: Highlander Nation Allegiance (Only if you are a political member, this does not count citizenship): Orenian Empire. Age: 39 Can you fight?: Eh, not that good, but can. Do you know magic?: I wish. No, I do not. Would you do work (Nexus professions) for the Scions?: I'm an Alchemist. ((OOC)) MC Name: Sovietski Discord: I'll PM you it. Timezone: UCT +3 IC Name: Vitaly Basiliesh Race: Highlander Nation Allegiance (Only if you are a political member, this does not count citizenship): Orenian Empire. Age: 39 Can you fight?: Eh, not that good, but can. Do you know magic?: I wish. No, I do not. Would you do work (Nexus professions) for the Scions?: I'm an Alchemist.

IC Name: Vitaly Basiliesh Race: Highlander Service: The Inquisitio Why do you wish to assist the Church?: Hunting down heretics is man's duty. I wish to serve it. Anything else?: Nyet. OOC Minecraft Name: Sovietski Skype Name: Sovietski

Not a woman but I match the other stuffles in the good canditate...

Grazz'Rak'k, the Plague Carrier, cheers as another ghoul comes back to life.

Sign me up!

Ô XANAINA, Ô XANAINA

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"Elven is fun..." Vitaly Basiliesh comments.

"From degenerates to sellswords... Kharajyr have really evolved... to the worst." Vitaly Basiliesh comments.

"Oren for Humans." Vitaly Basiliesh remarks proudly.

Of Ancient Immigration. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-SQGOYOjxs It is told through forgotten books, that after a great disaster, that wiped away an isle, the first kingdoms of Men were created. Of course, we all know it was Horen and his Children who did it, but it is an interesting, fictional story nevertheless. It is said these so called ‘First Men’ came from an entirely different isle from the continent of Aegis. It is said these First Men were taller, reaching the height of that of a high elf’s, and that their practices in magic advanced in such a way, they were able to raise cities in the air, like Arcadia of the Dwarven folk. The leader of the First Men, his name said to be King Rothorr of Khall Island, was a proficient mage, and wise man, earning the throne after his father’s death at the age of 16, and ruling until the disaster, where he died, 64 years of age. Rothorr ‘The Wise’ ruled justly, both the noblemen and the poor loving and praising him. Until he made his first mistake, ever. Rothorr was, aside from wise, mad for power. Knowing he had many mages in his kingdom, he rallied them all and said they were doing a test, to see if they could raise the island and live in the skies. Rothorr would be a god to the people if he managed to pull this off. Rothorr thought that getting Runesmiths and Telekinesis experts would make it float higher, and with so came the first mistake. When they rallied upon the coast of the island, the runes were already done, and the city was beginning to float. When the Telekinesis master started, it all went down. The voidal mages promptly, well, screwed all over. One of them sabotaged the plan, Lianus of Addsdam (Another city of Khall Island), brother to King Rothorr, and caused the destruction of Khall Island. After he stabbed one of the other mages, he cut the throat of another, part of the coast detaching from the island, causing many houses and people’s deaths. As Rothorr saw that, he drew the legendary Oathkeeper, his sword, made out of Black Ferrum and runed by the most powerful of runesmiths, and cut down Lianus. After the mages, who saw Rothorr covered in blood, with 3 bodies surrounding him, he thought the Wise king had killed the three of them, and not just Lianus. They revolted, and retrieved their magic from the floating stone, the pieces collapsing and some even hitting in the air. The screams of the First Men were muffled by the sea water, and their legacy, forgotten. But the men and women that survived, were said to travel to the mainland of Aegis, and settle a kingdom, thought to be the Kingdom of Rhoiinar, who perished to a terrible disease created by it’s own king, King Yaharav IV ‘The Mad King”. And so, lives on the tale of the Sunken City and the Plagued Kingdom of Rhoiinar, a tale to astound children.

Vitaly Basiliesh smiles as Oren is back at it's former glory. "Ave Imperium."

From his office, after getting word from his courier of the news, Vitaly would smile, laying back on his chair. "So the capital is back... Chant, chant, friends... A new beggining for humanity is here, a new dawn... But what was the price we had to pay that it was necessary to rebuild a city... First, we, after losing a war we couldn't win even if we bombed them, bombed ourselves, rather, destroying the greastest wonder of Humanity: Johannesburg... Well, I suppose I should be happy, and try to convince His Imperial Majesty that my services as a... Spymaster can be beneficial to his big, glorious rules... Plots and secrets will be made, as they were made back in the Old Imperium." Vitaly stands, grabbing his winter robes from the closet, putting it on and smiling, already starting to write a letter to Bhyrindaar about his new plans. "Let the new Era for Men start. Let this one be more rational than the previous, and long may His Imperial Majesty reign." He said as he left Alban on his horse, riding to Adelburg.

BBBBBAAAAAARRRRRDDDDMMMMAAAANNNNCCCCYYYYYY HUZZAH WHERE CAN I LEARN IT

"The elves clearly do suck in battle, that they can't kill monkeys. And my men must really suck aswell, to be kidnapped by- Oh what? The Hou-Zi ran faster than a horse?! WHAT?!! HE DODGED TWO WARHAMMERS?!! We must take this creatures into study, at once!" Murgosh'Raguk the Mad, Keshig Boss, orders.