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[!] Within every non-abandoned foothold of those vile tundras, rotted effigies adorned with crosses and twig alike line the outer walls, black fabrics string from frozen oaks which flayed corpses hang at nigh impossible heights. And in its wake, a horrid sight is beheld; a flock of darkly garbed women, given the company of towering plate-clad who lifted scepters burning with a smokeless flame. With their very presence; the snow seemed to darken, abyssal in hue, like a mass of shadow that swept the north in the night, fleeing only when those burning ill omens had vanished from the sight of what few glanced upon them; leaving only a yellowed papyrus with a two-headed crow printed as insignia. [!] On the notice boards of every northern city and littering their streets, the following is scribed in scarlet ink. “Mercy- mercy, mercy, plea, son of man and malin, Flame and Godan- Know only a wretch may suffer, know only the relinquished shall be freed. Hear the crow caw from beneath the moon, the night is nearing, the dark prevails, a symptom of your sin, a blemish of your folly. Absolve thine selves, kneel until you rend flesh and vein against the earth, face Terra with cries of repentance, pray for absolution, or starve as the leper refusing his treatment. You have long since propped yourselves within HER domain, long since mocked HER winter, flee; and never return; know that with your short lives, leads the warning for those to come, never again will you step within HER Empire, lest you befall a war unseen since Westerlands was swallowed in darkness. Bleed the blood of beggars, or die the death of usurping tyrants; no man, no woman, no child, no elder is safe; for DOOM comes, and your chance to weep unto the Absent Father is soon to depart; leave HER lands, or face the atrocities of an unyielding curse, one to last even after the weak and the sinful have been made with earth and sea. The Mother watches, her crows stalk your every hall, she knows the faces you hold so dear, she knows your secrets you keep so near; depart from her EMPIRE, so that you may not suffer the harvest your blasphemy has sown.” [!] The Crow insignia is depicted, and beneath, the missive continues. “You have but a fleeting day, before we spread winter far more vicious than anything you’ve ever witnessed, before your crops are wilted and your cattle conjoin with the earth, pray, and only with the MERCY of GOD will you be spared this fate.”

A warlock casts praise to Leyd, oiling the blade arm usually attached to his body. "Through flesh and blood, we will prevail.. If only we maintain focus, give your champion strength, so that I may bring you glory over the vile and dark." Sage is lit, and hymns are hummed as he prepares his mind for the battles ahead.

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A scroll is delivered in claimant of the longsword.

A warlock grumbles, the chains from his blade arm clanking as he shifts through the dark cave he called home. A champion of Leyd, an elder of Akaal, and a brother to the Rex, he sends his fist into a deposit of crystals growing front the cavern wall, slicing open the flesh of his hand, his one eye flicking around violently as he roars. “NUB- NUB MORE WAGH, ZHAK- Leyd warned us Borok.. da zhakah is blinded by da zpiridz, dey do nub kare to keep our people together, so wi will enslave dem as da zpridz haz..” The angry giant rumbles to himself or to someone who was supposedly there, though unseen.

A tired elder grumbles aloud; stuffing his jaw with a lump of wet tobacco before lumbering off to prepare for what laid before him.

A Goliath, exerting plumes of luminous mist sat between dancing shapes and spirals of strange golden material. “We warned them of his sin; does God’s forsaken finally heed our mandate?” Cast the giant over to an abomination. @Balmakka

It doesn’t make sense for a mage to manifest ice weaponry and somehow maintain focus enough to actually use it in a combat scenario. Further on; the pure factor of sharpening ice to the strength ferrum is something that would require immense amounts of focus and skill, this is why combative evocation is never perfect or pretty, it’s simply too hard to maintain the concentration required while in combat. I appreciate someone taking the time to write something for Hydromancy but I don’t believe this is the amendment it needs. Not to mention; it’s entirely similar to frost witch magic. Even having spells named the same. Again I appreciate the effort and I wish you the best.

You get a billion dollars, but you have to leave behind all your friends, family, hobbies and just about everything that you’re familiar with. You taking the money?

A pyre is lit, and a woman repents betwixt a mound of bones, all stripped of flesh beneath the moon, singing lowly; “Mercy, Mercy, Mercy..”

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“God be praised!” Cheers a hag.

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I love Barbog, Barbog for ST

The Empress Saint lights the first of many pyres, praying towards the earth as the visions from the seeress began to manifest.

Amazing experience, haven't been this excited for player driven conflict since Vailor. Respect was kept and everyone seemed to have had an enjoyable time.

A letter is sent off to the uruk seeking challenge. "Bruddah, though mi have shared little time in your presence, I'd hope you understand the codes of The Horde; there will be no klomp, no challenge, not without the Rex's wishes; If you hold distain for my service to the Horde, I will happily hold council to discuss this. Grizh guide you." - Naakh ob Leyd, Dominus of the Horde."

Lagûrz gadhaal, hûnpûlp gimbuk. “Mâdûr , a mazauk ob kaat..” I can not say my people are without their flaws, but we thrive for a better life to those in our Horde. You provoke the curse of Iblees within every orc when you break your word; for an orc’s honor is all he has beneath muscle and pride. You provoke the spirits when you demand even the most passive of them banished from the realm; you anger those we have long soothed; and when Vailor fell, who were your allies in defeating the darkest and most deceitful of their kin? If there is no bulwark, no slumber bringing melody, no reverence in those who are undeniable, there will be chaos. You sent terms demanding we rebuke all we stand for, to discard out honoraries who have worked hard for their earnings and titles, you seek to enforce all which is the way of the spirits to never leave the confines of our walls and you wish to belittle us, tear us down and remove the Horde from it’s inevitable golden age. But titans never fall. A history lesson is due for those elves who remember not the age in which we fought as brothers in arms against the tides of wretched darkspawn, when the strongest of the four brothers stood stalwart even in despair against the evil which conquered your spires and razed your villages. We fought in defense of the wood elves against the dragonkin, and will still stand stalwart to the threats in the modern age. You call us savages; beast and demons, yet you fail to maintain the moral high ground you deemed the judicars of. An orc is born with fire in his veins, and rage in his heart - it is through the strenuous painstaking efforts of the individual to remain tame under such constant war and struggle. You use our curse as a weapon to make yourselves seem like Heros, when you are little more than tyrants. We abolished slavery, opened our honorary system to any who seek the path, and have made GREAT progress towards the Golden Age of our Horde. I came alone into your tundric waste to speak with you, Vytrek, you gave me your word - You spoke of their wrong doings and you spoke of admiration in our cause, and I for once believed highly of Elven leadership - a soldier first and foremost of his people, one not only capable in war, but who carries honor and pride, someone with irrefutable integrity. Yet when your puppets released those missives, warning us of our initiative to free Elyisum from oppression.. I knew you had spun your web like an agent of Viest, you hold little care for your people, it is only your legacy that matters, for the actions you commit now will change the previously mending view orcs had on your kin. I walked to your gates with a line of Krughai soldiers, all battling the bloodlust in response to those tyrannical demands. I asked you, what of the word you had given me, and you spoke only to join your soldiers in spitting insults at our kin, making a mockery of the chance we gave you to engage diplomatically. Our orcs left, for we were not to use words when our arrival was met with swords drawn. You wanted war - I saw it in those demands, I saw it in those eyes when I asked why you hadn’t kept your promise - you want blood, and blood you will get. Know that few stand for lies and dishonor, unrest will grow - and this false Malinor will fall before it’s even properly established. You will find that no true orc is a coward, that this will not be a war won with immense strategy and pride; but a filthy, gore wrought and strenuous battle of attrition.. Your have laughed at our bloodlust, our curse; so we will embrace it, forge weapons from it, and ensure that the irony is made clear - For a race so burdened by infertility, you are quick to send your kin into harm's way.. We may not win each battle, but the green tide will wash over your kin until every ounce of energy is drained and you have no choice but to withdraw. You may call off this war; but I know now you’d do no such thing, and so to the spirits we will commune - They once could swallow a continent, and you wish them silenced; beware, the heartbeat finds all. The Naakh ob Leyd, Dominus of the Horde and Warchief, Ixula'Akaal.

Tournament signup RP name: Gabriel de Castro MC name: _Leyd What events do you wish to join?: All Are you willing to pay the entrance fee of 10 Mina?: Of course

A Warlock’s Message “Ziimarum Tuk Mazauk.” [!] Littered about Alamaris were papyri; pinned into the hearts of every western settlement and of course some delivered abroad. The contents of these papers were wrought in pristine calligraphy that jots across one line in Urklaam, most often used by urukim scholars, and the next in common for those with less knowledge of the spiritualist derived tongue. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I am Ixula’Akaal, the offspring of Braduk and Dom lineage united; Acting Dominus of Rex Borok’Akaal, a warlock, an elder, and just like many of you - A man of honor, courage, and pride for his kin. This pride was swallowed for a time; as news of my kin slaughtered by the hands of Elysian allies met my ears.. I was ready for justice - But Rex Borok’Alaal hold’s supreme rule; and he is a uruk who, like me, consults with the grizh, our ancestors guide us, the Heartbeat, and centuries of wisdom guide us. When the Rex told me he still wanted peace; I followed, and when this treaty was made - I held hope for the vision of our ancestors - Uniting all under not a single banner, a single purpose, but instead; the way of honor. When I discovered this treaty had been broken; that they disrespected our kin with prejudice and further violence - I was careful to heed their rumors, and so I - as a warlock, a shaman who’s warpath is no less than the direct will of the ancestors and their wish for united honor - Laid my blade to the eternal war of urukim - Against darkspawn and infernal abomination; offering my guidance to those Uruk-hai soldiers returned from battle with the curse of the Daemon in fresh display on their weapons.. Today - Soldiers did not return from a scouting mission - Instead it was but a boy of the human kingdoms, no older than seventeen with terror struck into once innocent eyes, his body broken; but no more than his spirit.. This boy spoke to me with the information that bid reason for this missive; In attempts to stop the torturing of an olog that through predjuice had been attacked; a wandering kub - a young goblin no older older than the boy himself had come up to the scene; only to be immediately attacked by an Elysian officer while ten men restrained the olog, and one other began to flay and brutalize the mercy pleading Krugsblood.. The boy had engaged with the Elysians as he could not dare stand for their dishonor; only by the grace of the ancestors was this boy discovered by a urukim scout; who quickly rallied his brothers and sisters to disperse the conflict.. Elyisan territory with the goal of dispersing the conflict and bringing them home safely. ONLY THE BOY RETURNED; Escaping the same torture the And it was when I rode to the aftermath to see our friends slaughtered in defense of that young goblin that I realized - I had forgotten my way; for when the blood speaks, a Zurgrizh listens. When the blood told our Rex we were to take immediate war - I should not have hesitated, for now I see clearly.. From the start; you have wished only war, when we sought diplomacy, not even demanding the tribute your Lord Tyrant promised, in hopes to share our wisdom with the Elyisan people who had taken interest in our faith. You slaughtered orcs who had only shields drawn in defense of the private meeting between the diplomat and our Rex, not offering their souls the chance to be offered peacefully to the other side by the shamans present who would have not engaged to begin with. When we sought compensation to the families of those fallen and to the throne of our Rexdom; You promised peace with a treaty you would later break just as carelessly; When we laid the third and final offering of hope - You spat on us and degraded our people with prejudice unlike any I’ve heard in my centuries upon this realm We offered peace; a chance to save your honor, and you have made your choice. I will not stand for the killing of children; no less than Krug or any of his kin would; save for they whitewashed in the way - The heinous crime of slaughtering a defenseless youth will not go unnoticed, and with every fiber of my being shall I see to the Elyisan people freed from tyranny; you will watch from your tower you’ve built to hide your guilt; as none no better the heinous acts of your cloth than you, and I pray only your Gods will deliver you honestly into the afterlife; redeemed. My decision: For the next Cactus Day all deployed units of the Horde will engage ceasefire; In this time we wish to allow those who are not Oath or Honor bound to Elyisum their chance to depart; we will open our doors to those who have no other refuge; free of taxation until this conflict has won them their home back; All citizens found to owe loyalty or sympathy to the Lord Tyrant will be offered the chance to fight or surrender, to which those captured will be granted freedom after they have proven their return to honor through a fair task decided through one’s service to the Lord Tyrant and his heinous crimes. All militants seeking to throw down their arms - Less they be bound by oath will be captured; for we will not allow our own hands to add to the dishonor the Lord Tyrant has brought into the west. We have heard you - Children of Elysium; when we received visit from some of those who stand against their Lord Tyrant; we knew there was no chance for peace without interference from our hand - We will not let you suffer under this tyranny, and for those who have once sought our wisdom of the spirits - we will always be here to guide and protect you. By the end of this week; corruption will face the bane of those who uphold the will of the grizh. Ziimarum tuk mazauk, frapog az ash. Peace through war, march as one. Kûkaal Ixûla’Akaal.

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"AY’IVARIELLE AY’LARIHEI BRING ON THE NEXT AGE FOR MALI AND THILL ALIKE!" A tall woman shouts, cleaning the ata' and uruk blood from her weapon

“PRAISE GOD! Bastion of HOPE bestowed unto us his faithful children.” A Savoyard woman calls from the refuge, bringing a night of prayer and thanks for this blessing.