[!] Outside of the Krugmar library, a small note would be posted onto the wall.
A Warning To My Kin
A few cactus hours ago, I had the displeasure of seeing the atrocities of the guard force of Helena. Me and a decent amount of my brothers and sisters from Krugmar, along with a ‘Ker and a stranger from Sutica, decided to visit the city. This was after we were rudely denied entrance to the Silver State, for not having enough ‘prestige’.Very quickly, we decided to go to the tavern. We had a good time, and had the pleasure of having a very lovely bartender. We were very respectful, and paid for everything we had bought. However, one of my bruddas, Korgahk’Gorkil, got a bit too drunk. He had bought many drinks, not only for himself, but for the rest of us as well.
After getting drunk, he went up to the bell by the bar, ringing it to get service after he had previously been ignored. However, a guardsmen from Helena, for whatever reason, decided that he was going to punch Korgahk in the side. This didn’t have much of an effect physically, however, it had pissed off the very drunk orc, and he went to defend himself from this pinkeh that had decided to assault him. Very quickly, he defeated the human, falling onto him. However, instead of killing him, he spared him, rolling over onto the floor. At this point, many more guards had come to the tavern, wanting to see what had been going on.
They came in, all of them yelling orders, all of them seemingly hell bent on causing trouble. Instead of stopping the fight, they instead drew their weapons, attacking my brudda. However, another one of the soldiers started yelling that all ‘greenskins’ needed to line up on the wall. However, we had all simply sat, not getting involved in the fight. Then, someone, a kub mind you, decided to call them out for this blatant racism. Instead of ignoring the kub, or even moving him out of the way, one of the guards started to assault him, even breaking his nose. At this point, mind you, the man who had my brudda fall on him was already escorted out, and all that was left was a drunk Uruk hitting his head into a wall. Instead of trying to help him, or even just watching to make sure he didn’t get into more trouble, they attacked him, wacking him over and over again.
It got to the point that the Uruk tried to run, however they pinned him down. At this point, they were still racially attacking us, telling us to get to the wall or they would attack, and possibly kill us too. After they pinned this very large Uruk down, instead of simply cuffing and putting him into jail, their captain demanded that they ‘put the beast down’. And that is exactly what they did. Instead of going to jail, or getting a fair trial, they murdered him in cold blood, sending a crossbow bolt straight through his head. After seeing this, I ran like hell, not wanting to have the same fate.
I end this with a statement. This is not a demand to Oren, or even something meant to make you see Oren in a bad light. It is a warning to my kin, to the sons and daughters of Krug. Oren is not safe for us. Despite Peter III signing the treaty of Krugmar, these guards have denied the peace, treating us no different than wild beasts. Many of us, including myself, do not hold Korgahk’Gorkil in a high opinion. However, this does not change the fact that they treat us more akin to cattle than descendants. This is not the first time they have done this, and it will not be the last. Helena is not a safe place for our kin, and these brutal guardsmen have shown that.