Inferno_Ougi

“BooOss? BoOOoss!?” Aki’Raguk roared as he wandered the war struck city. He would continue searching for Leydluk, wandering the lands of Arcas, until he’d meet his end at the end of a blade or at his own hunger.

“Hope he trips on his sword.” muttered Hannibal.

thanks bro, keep ur eyes peeled for my next release ?

Hannibal picked his teeth, but in a happy way after hearing the news. "Yeah. Dash guhd."

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AKI’raguk agrees and uses dead human as toilet paper

"Wow, this sure is going in the history books." Remarked Hannibal.

"I don't speak elf. It makes your brain rot. But I can read common! Good on them, for once. Maybe, when the war is over, we can comvince them to burn their fae rings." Hannibal thought.

((this is a good af meme)) Hannibal scratched his face violently in irritation. "Stupid, stupid! Ah, they're next. Fools!"

(OOC: Numbers multiplied by 10 ? ) The Battle of the Worthless Crossing 1st of the Grand Harvest, 1735 Geordie Brawm and Austin Labdacus, leaving Renatus, watched by crowds of fearful citizens, 1735 War would come to the lands of Arcas. Two realms of Elvenkind had taken up arms against the humans. From the walls of Irrinor, the men and women of Fenn and Irrinor would closely watch a massive Orenian host appear from the horizon; banners of black and purple flew brushed against the wind as they marched. But the elves would not stand alone, for the word of war would spread quickly. And quickly it would, reaching the ears of eager men. For it was in the Badlands of Ruswick, the men would laugh and dance. Donning their armor, they would appear to any outsider an unlikely band of brothers: House Labdacus, a house from the far seas, donning cloth and steel. Alongside them was the notorious house Brawm, men thoroughly steeled through war. House Pertinax followed suit, while the southrons of House Rük cleaned their blades. On a tree stump, three men stood and argued on the course of action. Austin Labdacus, the duellist, Geordie Brawm, of the notorious house of Brawm, and finally, Hannibal Pertinax, the mad dragon. Finally, when they reached a decision, they would march to the land of the elves with a pep in their step, enthusiastic for the clash of steel to come. But much to their dismay, there would be no Battle of Irrinor. The Orenian forces routed against an invisible enemy, yet the men of Ruswick would not let the day go against bloodshed. Though the elves were happy to sit behind their walls afterwards, Geordie Brawm turned to his men—of Ruswick, and two brave elves—enthusiastically walking into the Orenian heartlands to set up camp before the Renatian bridge. Two of them would slaughter an Orenian on the road, but an Orenian scout ran past them in an act of cowardice. Geordie checked on Helena, and saw a great band of Orenian men amassing, no doubt warned by the scout. While the rest caught up, Ralf Brawm and Austin Labdacus ran into the capital’s square, and watched the Imperials squabble among themselves. After an embarrassing minute, the Imperials finally ran together in a formation and chased the two out of the city. As the armored retinue chased the two bandits onto the bridge, they stopped, seeing four more beside them. The men of Oren charged before the Wickermen were prepared, a method barred by the skygods. Nevertheless the men of Ruswick persisted. One of the Wickers was slain in the sudden charge but this only empowered them. Several skirmishes took place on the road and eventually a few of their party was injured, brought to their knees by madmen charging into the crowd and running out. The Orenian men attempted to drag back their injured soldiers to safety, but Geordie decided to capitalize off of this. Over and over, the band of Wickermen charged into the much larger crowd of Orenian men, slowly diminishing them in a hammer and anvil maneuver. After the third charge, several other Orenians were injured, sullying the roads with their blood. The cruel Orenians abandoned their comrades and moved back to the edge of Helena’s bridge, standing their ground. As ordered by Hannibal and Geordie, pressure would be unrelenting on the Imperials, as volleys of arrows forced them further back onto the bridge. Austin Labdacus roared with his blade raised, prompting a charge that would prove fatal to the defenders. Several—eighty to ninety—of their men were slain whereas the Wickermen suffered only minor injuries. The remaining humans ran back into their city, and the Wickermen soon took chase. The Orenian men got into their city, and fearing someone was manning the gates, the Ruswick men halted their pursuit just at the gate’s perimeter. But the Wickermen had with them a man of great knowledge: Robin of Nottingham. From past experiences in combat he knew that there was an alternate entrance into the city, and he and twenty other men swam across the moat and made their way to the side entrance. Hannibal and Geordie, two mighty six-star generals, and leaders of their respective houses, continued to hold their position on the bridge. The flanking force consisting of Robin, Austin, and an Irrinorian warrior along with their bands of nameless men charged towards the gate and plowed into the remaining forty men, slaughtering them inside their own city. Denizens cowered and ran into their homes as the Wickermen walked across the bridge to safety, carrying with them the spoils of war. - Hannibal Pertinax

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Aki'Raguk gladly awaits for the honor klomp!

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Aki does the happy dance upon finding out that the Duke of Vintas is flat. "TOOEEEEEEE!"

Aki cried, for how could Garrdum feed him in bed?

"DIZ TYTLE LOOOOOONG" yelled aki raguk, ripping the notice up

TEN TOES DOWN ⚙-⚙-⚙ Written by Zteehl’Raguk an’ Imp’Raguk upon 7th of the Sun’s Smile, 1732 CONTENTS: I. KOWARDZ FLEE II. DA HORN BLOWZ KOWARDZ FLEE “Da bozz zat ‘iz fat AZZ on da toe-lickah frone!” -Unnamed Raguk, 1732 The might of Mokh-Uruk was preparing for war. Slaves toiled over the fields as whips would crack without mercy. Uruks, goblins, and ologs would all klomp one another in preparation. A typical day as the battle loomed overhead. However, a curious scout set out for Vintas, and would report an unusual amount of Vintasians to the Targoth. Leydluk would not have it stay so. With a beat of the war-drums, a small force would be called. Szaka, the scout himself, Aki’Raguk, an olog with a penchant for war, and Ugrad’Lur, the mighty Wargoth of Clan Lur had followed the call of the drums. These three would be sent to infiltrate the city and cause havoc. A larger force was sent to watch the roads for any Orenian rallies; but none would come. Entering the city was easy enough. Ugrad had entered before Aki and Szaka, probing the walls and eventually entering the gatehouse. With the gate open, Aki and Szaka would enter through an alternate route, much to Ugrad’s chagrin. A crowd of eight would stand before them, thrown into shock by Aki’s thundering charge, and three immediately fled the scene. The five left would stand still, paralyzed with fear. They stood their ground for a second; but when Aki and Szaka neared, they would flee from the gates just opened by Ugrad. They would give chase to the fleeing five Vintasians. One fell by Szaka’s blade, while Ugrad’s Lur wolf ripped and tore another. Aki crushed a third, but would stay back as he was too slow to keep up, content with the current spoils. But for Szaka and Ugrad, the hunt would continue. Not long after, Ugrad and Szaka struck down the fourth runner, but decided to leave one alive to tell the horrible tale. With the city now deserted and rid of defenders, and the inhabitants hiding in their homes in fear, Leydluk marched into the city and sat down on the Vintasian throne. Not fit for a duke or a king, but for a Targoth. DA HORN BLOWZ Two captured raiders are executed by firing squad; a tradition of Leydluk’s rexdoms After a night of drinking to their recent victory, many orks had fallen alseep in a drunken stupor. Coincidentally, six men hailing from the Empire would enter the city, blades drawn and armor donned. It was clear they would not leave without bloodshed. But an astute Nazark’Gorkil would ring the bell, and John the Mad, the only man mad enough to have orks as friends, blew their warhorn. Immediately the city would spring to life, and in quick succession, Aki’Raguk turned the great winches of the gates. It would slam shut, before the trespassers could leave. Those in Mokh-Uruk leapt at the chance to defend from a raid; a prospect nearly unheard for those who hailed from Krugmar. The attackers, in desperation, would claw at the gates, as if a spirit or heathen God they believed in would take pity on them for entering the city and underestimating the orks. No respite or pity would come, as sixteen surrounded the raiders. Upon Leydluk’s order, they would charge at them with rabid fervor. But as vicious they were, they were equal parts disciplined. Two would be left alive; the apparent leader, and follower. The klomp pit was filled with cheers and spectators. The two captives were thrown onto the ground before Eath’Lur would force them to look up at the line of orks. A mix of bows and crossbows, drawn and pointed straight at them. Leydluk simply stood to the side, his gaze unbreaking upon the two men. The captives would scream and shout, yelling of their own rank, but Leydluk cared not. Upon his command, arrows and bolts flew at the men. Just as quickly as Leydluk had given the order, the captives were dead, turned into pincushions and firing practice. https://discord.gg/gwNMbgd MOKH-URUK DISCORD “ANG GUND GRIISH.”

"WAAAAAGH!" Aki'Raguk roared all the way from San'Strok.

Aki’Raguk clapped for his blue friends.

Aki prepares to slaughter Vesnians per usual! However, he can not read. This is just how he normally feels.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Roared Red Aki'Raguk, the fearsome olog who loved hugs and touching muscles!

Aki’Raguk prepares all of his toes to be moistened within a week’s time!

“How FOOLISH of the Orenians. How is anyone to know and capture the two when no description is provided?” Complained Hannibal, who then planned to kidnap a random man and send him in.

Application Faction Name: Kingdom of Orsinium Discord: Horton#4181 Brief History: The orcs are the very definition of outcasts; them being attached to their odd culture and isolationist views. They began as elves only to have their leader twisted by a god and cast away from their long-eared companions. From there the orcs became wanderers and foreigners, as none would accept the creatures anywhere. That was until one stepped up and created the first Orsinium. Which ruled in High Rock before the Bretons sieged them and forced the orcs out. This would be a recurring theme for the orcs… Though what had been learned is that the orcs did not fall easily, as it took many years to destroy their stronghold in the mountains. Thus when their more modern strongholds were created, they were created as allies of the Empire. (posting this for Horton because he is forum banned :))