Jihnyny

OOC NAME: temuJIHN RP NAME: Artorius DISCORD: jihnyny

finally... bless the tech team

OOC: ♪♫♪ The youthful and fair, Fell quick to his passion, Employing his blade, To aid in his pride, Upon the tides shift, The youthful fled, Chased by men three, His foot had taken to slip, Fallen had he, To the river bank, Into the shallows, Where one blade met his back, Fallen ill, Taken to sleep, The men of three, Departed from their vessels, Their iron and strength, Fell quick to his wrist, Separating his wing, With one swift sunder, Left atop a rock, The youthful and fair, Took a hold of his spear, And rose with his shield, He took march to the forest, To pray to GOD, For the lesson he was taught, Was a gift left in love.

If smne mentions ’the princess’ just look up their char if ur unsure if theyre being fr. Doing ‘james…’ x50 because you cannot ‘anon’ post is outright stupid. Most of the forum rules are stupid, this proves itself by the fact that you all ‘forum moderators’ dont even enforce one of the rules said by the server. let the forums be freeform fr

Grubnakh has taken Rex, a random failure takes Dominus. Yet I will remain Krimpgoth and the Wargoth of Lur. Before this civil wagh, my plans were to slay those of Akaal that have insulted, destroyed and betrayed their orcish culture. The only reason my axe stayed atop my back was this sudden wagh that would change the tide of us Urukim for a century to come. These names are those of the ones that have brought disrespect to my clan, disrespect to the Orcish culture, and those that have not only affiliated, but also have been eaten by the darkness. Each of these names will be hunted by my clan, brought beneath my feet and then sacrificed in the name of our ancestors. Pharaoh Atemu-Ta; For his weakness, disrespect to my clan and actionless threats to my members. Kukaal Ixula’Akaal; Worshipping darkness, abandoning all hope within his people. K̶u̶k̶a̶a̶l̶ ̶M̶a̶u̶k̶u̶r̶z̶’̶A̶k̶a̶a̶l̶;̶ Worshipping darkness, a failure to Leyd. Gormohk’Akaal; True name; Borok’Akaal. Laying in bed with Frost *******, Necromancers, Mystics, and Vampyrs. ON THE BRONZE-BAND AND SKORKON Skorkon remains plagued by the demons and followers of Iblees. It is our duty, one that we have failed, to notice and attempt to aid him with a cure. Instead of slaying my brother, who I have fought with, smoked with and ridden with. I sha’ll seek a cure for his curse. The Bronze-Band remains innocent of the betrayal. Though I believe for Pamphilos to be driven by his blood-lust with the lack of recent wars, Atemu-Ta holds no exception. None of the Honorary titles will be given back without the proper trials. GLOZAG’VOTAR! GLORY TO THE HUNT! SIGNED, Grimruk’Lur son of Burg’Lur Wargoth of Clan Lur, Steel Wolf of clan Lur, Axe of Clan Lur, Goth ob Casa De Lur, Goth ob San’Yarrow.

"WE WILL BE CONQUERERZ!" Roared Grimruk, now a Wargoth!

The now Wargoth, smiles upon seeing the miniture drawing. "ZEEEEEHARHARHARHARHAR! IT IZ ZO HOZH! GLAD TO PEEP 'THE WEEKLI' BACK!"

"Bruddah haz been gone for too long..." The Chieftain shook his head. "Wagh iz inevitable. Wagh, iz hozh."

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Grimruk’Lur smiles, scrumbling up the missive after giving it a read. “Agh zo the truth zha’ll be revealed” The missive was then carried by the dusty winds that blew through the sandstone city of San’Briu.

Grimruk’Lur ponders within his Lur goi. He strokes his chin, looking at his younger son training within their camp. “Tradition…” The Uruk grumbled, his mind racing. The shadow of Rohauric leaving a cold atop his back. He looked to his side where the great mountain was now being replaced by a vassal that once used to be voidal. He left out a sigh, taking his gaze to look upon Sulianapoli. “Or nub’orkz…” He pinched his chin, undeciding of his decision. The soon to be Wargoth and now Chieftain of the clan rose, leaving his son to train, and sought to find Skorkon’Ugluk.

The Chieftain bopped his head, "Hozh. Then mi expect latz voidal magez to leave Hohkmat. For mi peeped zome of latz there. If they do nub leave it agh purge the degenerazy. Mi will purge them!" The uruk cackled, leaving the conversation there. For it was time for his skygod to snooze.

Grimruk'Lur, the proud and the clean overheard this. He then went to converse with Silver Lubba. "Latz waz literally invited to the lazt azh, agh joined them in Hohkmat!!! Liarz will be burned!"

WAGH BE UPON YE Degenerates of Evil Hohkmat, Lurin, Petra. The three degenerate nations that allow Voidal Magic to corrupt their minds so greatly, that they have become degenerates. They hold bathhouse parties where naked elves roam and encourage acts that should not be spoken of. This Ends, Today. If one wishes to bathe, do so within your own home. If one wishes to do acts unspoken of, do so within reach of the SkyGods, not us common folk. If one wishes to challenge this claim and order, you may duel me. DEATH TO THE DEGENERATES! If anyone wishes to aid me, send me a letter. SIGNED, Grimruk’Lur, Chieftain and Axe of Clan Lur. A Goth of Ogh-Dhoraz, A Goth of San’Yarrow agh Casa De Lur, Flatter ob Degeneracy, Steel-Wolf of Clan Lur.

“ZKAH!” The Luri chieftain awoke from his slumber, a grip atop his abdomen. His memory served him too well, keeping his eyes open at night and his axe at the ready. Reaching from his bed, the Uruk moved on to the pit, to continue his day by training. An ambition set, to never lose again, even to a Brazen Bull or to a Lizard-man of the ashen lands.

the purge

CLAIM TO WARGOTH ON THE CURRENT WARGOTH Madoc has served the clan greatly under his title as Wargoth. Taking it from Yarrow’Lur and her inactivity, the Uruk took an attempt to bring it back. Though Madoc holds experience, knowledge and political demeanor far above my skill, I believe that it is now time for strength and show of power, not political prowess. MY CLAIM TO WARGOTH I believe myself to be one of the strongest Orcs within the Horde at this current moment. A bold statement, however, all the recent fights and my still strong tusks speak the truth. You all know me to be young, many Uruks, specifically of the Akaal call me a child, even though I have beaten them all in one to one combat. I believe that my future is not of one to follow, but of one to lead. Lead great battles, great pilgrimages and bring the Orcs, Lur specifically, to ultimate glory. As my ancestors before me, Leydluk’Raguk and Akrukil’Lur had done. THE CHALLENGE We will fight. Not to the death, but in a Hur’Mauk. We will both choose weapons of equal make as the ancient tradition follows. The fight will end upon the making of a vicious wound, or the yielding of another. As I hold great respect to you, I will allow you to choose the choice of weaponry. Glozag’Votar The hunt guides us to fortune! SIGNED, Grimruk’Lur, ‘Righteous Steel-Wolf’ Chieftain and Axe of Clan Lur, Krimpgoth of the Iron Horde. 152, S.A

Grimruk'Lur cries out as he forces his son ( @Toddbringer ) to do the numbers. "WE MUZT ZAVE HIM!"

"Thiz better nub effect mi 30% ztock ob the Grub Bucket" Commented Grimruk, currently in a battle with Azhl Anemia.

Grimruk raises his spear, searching the sands. “Nub'azh flatz a bruddah from jelouzy agh with nub'honah.”

Bogdag’lak hears of this pact from his past friend. In the stargush he sheds a tear, proud that the lak clan finally started to move their ass.

Grimruk leaves his wise friend with a last goodbye, taking the gift Toad'Yar has prepared this whole time.