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  • Birthday 06/04/2005

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  1. Kulkan'Lur perched himself upon the walls of the goi. His sandpaper fingers caressing the missive. "Mi grukz zat diz kood beh hozh.. Prephare za horde fa waghhhh!! Nub longah wyl zmol men beh vlattin miz' cows!!"
  2. Kulkan'Lur created a thunderous concoction of thuds and roars. The cacophony of sounds emmiting a vibrance of pride... -Not long after, Lur wolf, Theia'Lur, accompanied the mixture of commotion with an eccentric howl. "Agh zo da bruddahz zhoul' peep diz az ahg furdah zymbol zat miz' Wargoth ez ztrong, agh zo da linez ob Lur vollow zuite."
  3. Kulkan'Lur emmits a chuckle from the back of his throat. Patting Theia, his Lur wolf, as he pointed towards the desert. "Iz latz peepin diz? rekkon miz cood klimb azh bub'mountain ta klaim miz' own! Ah trip zounz hozh! Ge' awahy vrom diz huzzl' agh buzzle."
  4. Yordrik Blackroot, avid builder of Hefrumm, runs his hand through his bramble-beard in thought. "Ta protec' our fellow dwedki, dis es goodh, aye! 'long wid dese new walls an' safe 'omes! Tuzic es trulleh walk'n us ento ah goodh age." The forest dwed proceeded to raise a tanyard of meed, swirling it around the mug before raising it to the sky above, pouring its contents directly to the back of his throat. "Ta deh Lord Bear, Thedmar!"
  5. Kulkan'Lur's youthful palms layed flat whilst stroking the pale fur of Theia. The movement sleek and serpentine. "Peeps lyk wi AV zum more vriens miz du.. bettah tiks a'ead mi grukz, tik faw ah strongah mor' united Horde, tik ta peep our strength awayh vrom teh Goi." The kub then proceeded to light a pipe of cactus green, inhaling its contents and going about his day.
  6. Kulkan'Lur wondered if the new generation of Lak were all bark no bite.
  7. Yordrik Blackroot spits at the ground. "Ta betrayh ones famaleh es ta wish death upon yaself, ets t'uh mos' 'einous of crimes. T'eh mus' beh brough' t'eh justice."
  8. Yordrik Blackroot spurts great tales of the mines to all Hefrumn beardlings, he offers up a boom potion to show the ancient treasures hidden away. "'ere es w'at oiy got! 'Et was an advencha that's fa sure! Couldn' ge' ou' of te' bloodeh pipes!"
  9. Yordrik Blackroot set his eyes upon the returning raid party, the bounty of equipment reflecting the sun's bright rays. The sight telling a thousand tales. "Oiy reckon ya al' nee'a drink aye?" He suggested, rummaging through his bag to throw bottles of whiskey and other bought alcoholic beverages to the soldiers.
  10. Kulkan'Lur furrowed his brows as every word was spoken to him regarding this event, his mind coursing back to Minto'Lur. "Mi nub gruk zah divverenc ob Minto agh zeez odah zmol peepol?! All peep eazy ta vlat!" ...The hobgoblin was comparing halflings to dwarves due to their height, all whilst forgetting he only stood at a measly five foot himself. Nevertheless he was excited by the blood which had been spilt. Eager to go draw some of his own, though whos blood would be split was up to the guidance of Lur and the spirits themselves.
  11. A dull elf of no notable features began to hear ramblings of this league of super best friends. He scoffed whilst tapping his cane against his rather barren shack of an abode. Spouting a rather lengthy sentence of damaging words. "Incompetent halfings. Until their grippers are hidden in the comfort of socks and their hairy toes locked away then I cannot forsee myself joining such a friendship, I highly doubt other well mannered and respectable elves would either. The stench of their trotters alone would put me off even conversing with one of the rancid little beings. I say they're all just dwarves without common sense."
  12. Burried beneath grit and dirt, one Kolmuth Ireheart would bare a grin. Smiling from the heavens as he uttered the words. "Aghuid wou' be prou' aye! Always ah promis' in t'ose w'o seek radical ideaz! Aruuu"
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    Clan Dhûlrak

    Was lucky enough to get sneak peaks of this before it was posted, and damn, was it amazing to see develop! Some of the most thought provoking and eye-catching clan lore I've seen in a long time. Well done guys on creating a unique clan! :))
  14. A CONJOINED MASSACRE The Skaatch twins were lifted into the air, the waves of illuminating shapes and spirals twisted and turned around them, creating a kaleidoscope of mesmerising colours and intricate patterns that dazzled the senses. The fluorescent fuchsias and sages packed a powerful punch, sending the brothers tumbling downwards into a world of eternal torture. Their agonised screams pierced the air, echoing across the barren landscape, the only sound that could be heard amidst the chaos. Their bodies now grotesquely deformed, pulled apart as if by lur wolves, and their guts spilled out in a gruesome display, emitting a potent stench that filled the air with the overwhelming odour of death. The scene was a macabre nightmare, with deep maroons and chutney yellows splattered all over the surroundings in a surreal, otherworldly display that defied explanation. Amidst the chaos, Hodge laughed, a rather unseemly and unsettling sound emanating from his ghostly figure. He looked like a malevolent poltergeist who had over-indulged in the rosy blush of a human girl, but he was anything but harmless. His eyes glittered with a twisted glee as he watched his brother's suffering, delighting in the pain that he had inflicted upon him. Podge, on the other hand, was silent. The tale of their torment had woven its way through his lips, piercing his jugular and constricting around his voice box, leaving him unable to utter a sound. Hodge fell quiet, his mind raced with memories of his darkest moment. This had to be the most heinous act he had ever committed, stabbing his own flesh and blood. The guilt and remorse weighed heavily on him as he lay on the crippled planks, with jagged splinters wedging themselves deep into his flesh. He was reminded one last time of the excruciating pain inflicted upon him by being made of blood and bone. He was an otherworldly creature doomed to fail, leaving behind only a few legacies, secrets, and regrets. His life had been consumed by his own darkness, and there was nothing left for him in this world. His lifeless eyes trailed back onto his brother, meeting his decisions and regrets in the afterlife. The Skaatch twins were forever entwined, their bond stronger in death than it ever had been in life. The waves of illuminating shapes and spirals continued to whorl around them in a hypnotic dance, as they drifted off into the spirit realm, leaving behind a gruesome and surreal scene of horror and regret.
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