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An aged Shrogo would wake up from a madcap trip, a smile revealing his wretched, stained teeth. "Wagh! Wagh! LUARA commandz it!" The goblin scurried off, trying to find a suitable rodent to offer up as sacrifice.

Nightblade, former apprentice and current rival of Shade Shadowblade catches the bird in a quick, well preformed motion. "Heh. More like deadfeather" The assassin mutters, consuming the bird with the quickness of a cobra. He throws the note into a nearby fireplace, before sending his own hateful letter for the one and only Shade Shadowblade.

Finally, a rewrite that could actually keep the race alive! +1

A certain pale, malnourished goblin wakes up from his most recent mushroom trip, his eyes still dizzy from what to a non-addict would be considered an overdose. He pukes up a mix of caterpillar and mushrooms, before screeching "LOP LUARA!" at the top of his lungs. The visions were proven to be true; it was time to return home.

Nice backstory for the feat, clear and concise, didn't have to read an entire essay to understand how it functioned. Overall, good **** boom (and divine of course 🙂), +1.

Good post, can't wait to grow some of this on my Shrogo. +1!

"Diz peepz to be odd, nub? Fur kreaturz wid long lyvez, da twiggiez zeem to hab furgottin' ZENTURIEZ of orks kapturin' agh ranzomin' gitz off. Muzt hab zhort attention zpans. Diz gotta be pondered further." Comments a small goblin upon laying his eyes on the missive. "Perhapz diz be konnekted to Aztran 'imzelf? He kud veri well be zkahin' der braynz."

A small, pale goblin wandered the caverns of Krugmar, reflecting upon recent events. "Da twiggiez be tryin' to diseev, lye agh cheet." He thought nothing of this, continuing his small stroll, before another thought hit him. "Wud twiggiez, like trees? Agh, treez put der leevez high up in da ski, tryin' to reach towurdz da zun..." Vrig took a few more steps, but yet the gears in his mind began turning. "Towurdz da zun... lyin'... kowardize..." His eyes widened, before it all clicked for him. "DA BAZTARDZ BE ZERVANTS OF AZTRAN!" The goblin smirked at his own ingenious, realizing that he had made the biggest discovery since the finding of Almaris itself.

"Intereztin'..." a pale goblin comments upon hearing the news. "Luara will bring dem glori, Mi kan feel it."

awesome, can I join? :)

get pwned

who are you? 😕

”A-Azulitez? In Krugmar?” The Disgusted Shrogo clenches his fists, slowly raising one, shaking as he would say ”I’ll zlaughter doez bloody gitz wiv Mi own ‘andz iv Mi ‘ave to!” His anger vented, the crippled goblin would go back to his regular daily activities, likely including much drug use.

Vrig’Shrogo would never know of this man, nor, ever hear of his story. However, as the news of war reached his pale and long goblin ears, he would then of those he had lost to Orenian justice. Siig’Shrogo, a goblin child of which was one day lost and ever seen again. The former Gobbgoth is not sure if he died in Oren, however, that was his favorite place to climb in. He thought of Korgahk’Gorkil who was treated no better than a beast, getting attacked by an Orenian guard before getting brutally slaughtered in the street. A small grin appears on the goblin’s face, as he simply mutters “Gib Oren ‘ell.”, to no one in particular.