Thannon

Galys Kaeronin raises a hand to scratch the side of his head while the other held the missive, he'd furrow his brows in some confusion, putting it down he'd grab his weapon and go on his usual patrol, not sure if he were to feel insulted or disregard it.

Vuron'Lur reads over the missive with surprise on his face, but then he'd let out a hum "Wub if mi klomp dem both....At da zame time!"

MC-Name: Thannyon RP-Name: Grayson Starling Persona-ID: 74032

*The note hangs from noticeboards all around the lands of the Horde My name is Vuron, and I was born in the outskirts of the honorbound lands of my people, only a few months did I arrive in the Capital of San Briu with the purpose and ambition to achieve glory and to bring more worth to my name than the sands I walked upon, to be among the orcs whose names are held in high regards and honors. For too long the Krughai stood idle and the blades became dull. For these reasons, I put my claim for Targoth, and I swear not only to myself but to the people of the Horde that every orc who follows me in battle as their Targoth, their name will be told for generations in tales of honor and bloodshed and that I shall not bring dishonor to our nation, I will strive to make our military be both respected and feared across the realm, the Title will be mine. Signed,

Vuron brings the missive to his home in the orcish capital, sitting at his desk as he reads it, a grin forming on the orc's visage. He throws the missive away after reading it and begins writing one of his own!

CHARACTER NAME: Lakeidas'Raguk IGN: Thannyon AGE: 33 WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: Iron Horde DISCORD: Thannon#5848

Lakeidas'Raguk sat by a shrine in the Raguk clan hall after he red the missive "Forgive mi ancenztorz, doezn't zeem da Ragukz hav a vote....for now..."

Targoth Klomp - An Unusual Conclusion [!] Missives are pinned onto notice boards all across The Lands of the Horde! In the Fighting Pit at San Velku, stood the two challengers for the position of Targoth, the one who leads the military of the Iron Horde, Lakeidas’Raguk, and the daughter of the Rex, Kuvirr. After the two put their claim, the time came that they fought the current Targoth, AR-GARROK, son of the Rex to prove that they are worthy to be the next one, culminating in the triumph of both challengers. As the Third Duel was about to take place, Rex, Ar-Borok Akaal, acknowledging the great merits of both Uruks, descended from the gallery, bestowing upon them a choice to make: Either both ascend to command the Krug-hai as Dual Targothes - Left & Right Fists of the Rex and the Horde at large; OR The Duel ensues, only concluding once a single orc remains standing. After some consideration and further suggestions, a consensus was had, and a conclusion made: Lakeidas’Raguk, taking note of the promise of Kuvirr as leader, and her selfless intent to raise the Krug-hai into a great army for the greater benefit of the Uzg, Orc-kind and all Spiritualists, opted to withdraw from the challenge, recognizing the urukêss’s merit. Thus it’s decided the following shall happen: Lakeidas’Raguk shall rise as the new acting Targoth until the young Kuvirr is of age to take her mantle. Once Kuvirr rises as Targoth, Lakeidas shall step down to become one of the Krughai’s upcoming Warbosses. Signed, Acting Targoth & Wargoth of Clan Raguk SIGNED, Prodigious Rexborn Daughter of Ar-Borok’Akaal SIGNED, Destroyer of Elysium. Champion of Ogrol, Chosen of the Ilzgûlz, the Brown, the Burned, the Mad.

CHALLENGING THE TARGOTH *Notices are posted in the lands of the orcs* I noticed a stop to our training of the Krughai, and to that, I, Lakeidas’Raguk, Wargoth of my clan challenge you, AR-GARROK for the position of Targoth to a HUR’MAUK, a standard duel but should you just give me the title, no duel will be needed. Should the duel happen though, it will be so at a time that suits both of us. All orcs are warriors and defenders of their home and the nation's honor, if I am to be Targoth, I swear by my honor to do my best in leading the Krughai so that we remain strong in the eyes of the spirits and in the eyes of whoever dares to wrong the Iron Horde, be it darkspawn or mortal. Signed, Lakeidas’Raguk, Wargoth of the Raguks

A CLAIM FOR WARGOTH *Notices are posted around the orcish lands* With the death of Wargoth SKULLCRUSHA’RAGUK, it is my turn to lead the Raguks and honor my predecessor and the ones who came before him. And by Leyd, Gazigash, and Gentharuz I swear to do so, to ensure that the clan makes the Horde proud and doesn’t leave the honorous path. All who have a problem with that, have two Kaktus days to say so. Signed, Lakeidas’Raguk

Do not put your trust in stairs, they are always up to something

[Art by https://ro.pinterest.com/pin/577023770977882476/ ] *Notices of this tournament are pinned on noticeboards and at crossroads throughout the realm.* In the orcish lands of the Iron Horde, in the city of San'Velku a tournament shall be held on the First Seed of the year 107 of the Second age. The prizes are a bag of 200 minas and a commission from the smith Kor'Garr. All who respect the customs and laws of the Horde are welcome to take part or to spectate the clash of steel in the arena, Lakeidas'Raguk is the host of the tournament. Rules: The killing of the opponent is not allowed. All manners of weapons except ranged types are allowed. Sign-ups shall be done on the day of the tournament in San'Velku. Participants can either bring their own weapons and armor or acquire them in the market.

The Lord Commander bowed to her Highness and moved to with the new task!

Ellathor Vanari received the missive, withdrawing back in his home to read this. Upon finishing reading it, in his chair, the Vanari raised his index finger to his forehead, many thoughts waved in his mind, ideas too, but one was above all that made him think it out loud. "I wonder if that silvery delegation ever talked with you, Rex."

Ellathor looks curiously at the bottle given to him by a courtier, wandering outloud "Does it have apple in it?"

Ellathor Vanari was sitting on a sofa, in the lounge of his family castle, Cathay, polishing the fistcuff medals he won years back. When he heard the warmongering sounds he paused and looked up at the ceiling, and when the sound continued Ellathor put the medal down and turned to his sword, grabbing it and quickly he rushed up the tower, coming out the door with heavy breaths and sheathed sword in his hand and ready to face the sounds source, founding not the threat as he looked over the leave crowns of the hinterlands trees, continuing to look over, that is when he heard the voice from the forest, when it saying what it said, Ellathor furrowed his brows...confused.

A mali'ker with golem eyes took the letter that was nailed on a noticeboard and read over it "Hm, I have not been there before, I wonder what I find there."

Ellathor Vanari, who uses the quiet halls of the sacred gathering place of the Vigils of Light as a place of to do his paperwork and reminisce of events, came to find the parchment. "Hm..." He placed down his own paperwork and rested down against the wall in the hall, a hum leaving him as he red the creeds present on the papers. Time passed, the fire of his lantern now a dim light, The Vanari lowered his arm along with the parchment to the floor, so was Ellathor's gaze, thinking on what he red. "When the worlds needs a hero, what type of hero will you be? What type of hero will the world need..." He hummed and looked at the parchment again. "I wonder what are the creeds of the Vigils"

Ellathor walks inside the Army Keep when his training session is done and rests his sword on a weapon rack and would enter his office. As the elf takes off his helmet, he spots a lone letter placed on his desk, when he opens it, his brows perk with surprised "Huh..." He'd say and after would place it down "Good occasion to bring my instrument" Ellathor smiled "Its should be a good wedding"

An Army Initiate brings this missive to Ellathor, the Lord Commander takes a break from his training on the dummy and takes the missive, reading. A long breath is drawn and let out as he reads over his part on the letter, he tilts his head to the side a little and pursues his lips, a hum leaving him.

An old man, close to one hundred years old, walks among the norlanders in the square of the Capital, using now a wooden cane to walk but still standing tall, with a backpack hanging from his shoulder. He walks up the cold stone steps that lead to the Palace and the Hearth Temple of Varhelm, stepping inside it, Tannon climbs up the ladder that leads to the tower, he sets his cane against the chair and backpack on the back it, not before he took out a bottle and two wooden mugs. The man sits down on the chair that overlooks the city, filling the two mugs with the Raijkia of Viktory, his old and deceased friend's drink. He takes on mug for himself and puts the other down, hitting it with his own for a toast, taking a sip after, watching the city.

Bid: 210 @kazoo

Ellathor Vanari sits on top of Volfeinz Keep, sketching a set of armor, besides him it would be the document regarding the newest initiates who got promoted, a smile forming on his visage

@TigergiriCharles, forgot to put the skin, thank you!

Discord: Thannon#5848 IGN: BuffThannon Skin Name: Charles Bid: 150 minas