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    Malohk'Yar / Serevik Isilioleth
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    Orc / Mali'ker

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  1. Malohk’Yar awoke to the familiar scent of blood. He didn’t remember how he got here, the opposite end of the trench from the position they’d been holding. All he remembered was the order to get down and get in and that’s what he’d done. He quickly checked himself over, but it didn’t feel like anything had been broken or shattered, he was just bloodied and bruised. He readied his Krugmar-issue sword once more, just in case, but the only ones he could see standing were those of both Krugmar and Renatian colours, he gripped the sword, just in case, and made his way back to their defensive position, keeping an eye out for the Rex or any of his other Orcish brothers. As he walked through the wreckage he saw an all too familiar sight. His friend and clanswoman, Mograh’Yar’s treasured mace, lying mere inches from the mangled hand of a not-looking-too-good Fe-Uruk. Grinning, he sauntered over, picking up her mace and placing it in her hand. “Lat dropped diz. Lat’z nub gunna bi abul tu akzidentuhlly mawl mi wivowt et,” he chuckled, taking a seat in the dirt next to her. “Nub gunna lie ziztah, latz peepen liyk zkah.” After a moment of her not responding to his jibe, he gives her a quick nudge; she doesn’t usually stay passed out for nearly as long as he does. “Ziztah? Iz nub tikh tu bi zleepen, wi wohn! Agh mi peeped lat klomp wehl, toniyt wi zelebrayt!” he cheers, nudging her again. Only then did he really take in just quite how bad she was looking, her missing teeth, broken nose and the broken and missing fingers. His victory grin faded as he quickly began to panic. “Mograh? Kum, mih’ll tayk lat bak tu Krugmar, mi momo wihl fikz lat uhp hozh,” he reached out his hands to lift her to carry her back, but brushes over her wrist with one hand, feeling no pulse, no warmth, no life. His disbelief turned to sorrow and he felt his eyes begin to well, but he had been taught from a young age that Yars do not cry, and so instead he took her mace and slammed it repeatedly into the nearest enemy skull he could find in an act of unadulterated rage. Once the former enemy had been made unrecognisable to his or her own loved owns he turned his attention back to his clanmate. “Whi ziztah? Lat kan nub leev mi. Whu iz gunna zayv mi lyf aht da nekzt huhnt? Dub tikhz lat have zayved mi nowh...zurely deyr iz zum whey mi kan ztill zayv lat...” but his words fell on deaf, dead ears and he himself knew it was too late, she was already gone. Resolved to at the very least return her body to be given an honoured Yar funeral he empties his quiver of it’s remaining arrows and carried her mace in it instead. Then he lifted the heavy Fe-Uruk over his shoulders and began his long trek back to Krugmar, with nothing in his mind but reaching home and perhaps paying Mograh a visit in the Stargush’Stroh, to berate her for leaving them in person, and to say farewell to his childhood friend.
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    A Rex's Address

    The Yazgurtan Malohk’Yar sighs as he oversees the last groups of labourers finishing construction of the wall, some way away from the Rex’s speech. He could not make out what the Rex had to say, although the crowd’s cheers carry across the Savannah like war drums to his ears. He grins a toothy, tusky grin, proud to serve Krugmar in what would one day go down as a golden age of Orc triumph over adversity, before quickly resuming his work. It wasn’t the stone fortifications of San’Kala. It lacked the intense, dry desert heat of San’Khatun. But San’Strok was to be their home, and under Burbur’Lur’s Rexdom they would make it a goi worthy of Krug’s descendants.
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    Votar's Shaati

    Application: Name: Malohk’Yar Race: Uruk Age: 20 Discord#: BebbZ#2328
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    Throki wants to travel to experience the world of Atlas. He feels in order to one day compose his masterpiece he needs more life experience, and when better than while young, as he knows as he ages he will need to settle properly and begin to work on caring for a family. Throki had long felt the urge to travel the world and had been planning on exploring the land of Axios before he and his family were uprooted in the move to Atlas. Now on a new continent he does not intend to let the opportunity slip away again. Armed with little cash, a trusty lute and his bethrothed, who would not hear for a moment of him travelling alone, he intends to see as much of the world as he can to form his experiences and act as his musical inspiration and education. He particularly dreams of seeing the famous city of Sutica and the way of life there described once by his father as being culturally ‘as far from New Jornheim as possible’. Throki assumed the same could be said for Kal’Tarak. Throki met his bethrothed on the continent of Axios, before the ruin of Axios. Upon learning of Throki’s wish to become a skilled musician his father, Orsik, approached an old family friend, a forest dwarf, to commission a lute fit for a beginner – a gift for Throki’s 50th birthday. As luck would have it, his friends daughter had recently taken to woodwork and this was a perfect opportunity to test her skills. Seeing an opportunity to form a lasting partnership the two fathers arranged for the beardlings to meet to discuss the details of the instrument. They continued to see each other long past this encounter, with Jeimhe refusing his proposals on several occasions until the ruin of Axios caused them to be separated on the journey. Before they travelled, Jeimhe told Throki that if they both made it to their new homeland in one piece – she would finally take him as her husband. And with the successful arrival at Kal’Tarak, true to her word she asked him to marry her. He agreed, and they were pledged to be married once their adventure ended. Throki also always adorns himself with two silver rings, on his right hand. One on his pinky and the other on his middle finger. This is a sign of his devotion to the Hearth Mother – Anbella. This devotion is a key reason he desires to travel while young, as with age will come a need to turn his focus to home and hearth. (Jeimhe - to be played by existing member Sleepless_Snail)
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