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https://imgur.com/a/wgFTyyE (This contains all the Photos for the build, more can be taken and the build can be found on the Haense build server as well as the planned location! :D) Lair PRO MC Name: Ofrider Lair Name: Kharzi Iron-Hold Proposed Lair Locations (Highlight 3 on the map): (Please refer to the Imgur link, the first three areas are posted within the link along with the exact areas from my perspective in game) Lair Lore (could link to an existing creature or other lore) (1000 words minimum): There was an Orc called Jorg, viewed as an unusual one, considering today's standards. An orc that used to live in Krugmar, along with his brothers and sisters. One that represented what an Orc should be - honorable, brave, and strong. However, he was unlike his people; he was tender-hearted and gentle. He was eager to acquire knowledge and experience outside of his homeland, in the vast nations of the elves, dwarves, and humans, amongst other strange and fantastical things amid his countless journeys and deeds. Although, in doing so, he discovered that not all things are quite what they seem to be. He was unlike his kind, for they raided like bandits; they pillaged cities and villages of the helpless, just for the coin, for food and things that shone, rather than something challenging to face. They enslaved the weak and vulnerable, lying would make them stronger, but instead, it only weakened them more and more. The orcs spoke of honor, but acted against their own words, backstabbing, lying, cheating… Whatever this was, it was far from the way Jorg had been taught. In his eyes, it was not what orcs should truly be. His efforts to change the crude ways of his kind proved to be futile; Jorg attempted to set an example for the Orcs, but upon the dwarves' declaration of war, his kin eagerly took the opportunity. Despite the dishonor behind the Orcs’ actions, Jorg was the one reprimanded, for trying to stand for Rex. He tried to stop his kin from taking the Goldhand, and ultimately saved her life… but not that of his kingdom. They came like a hammer upon a poorly wrought anvil - Krugmar cracked. Jorg witnessed his brothers wither away right in his arms. He sought out the friends they made, but everyone simply shook their heads… In the end, he was all alone. Too wounded to continue defending his kin, he had to watch his mother, and his six siblings die, tortured in front of him before a dwarf, a Grandaxe, saved him for what should have been his death. Much to his dismay, the Orcs were bloodthirsty. They sought revenge. But how could they? Their women were murdered, their cubs were butchered, and the elders slaughtered...what revenge? They had to build, bury their dead. But instead of mourning, his skin sought more bloodshed, more violence, and more decay. He alone was left to bury the dead, and he did, over many days, grave by grave. He eventually lost count of them, but he remembered their faces, each one, and how they died, and to this day, it still haunts him. He sought death, and when he couldn’t find it, he left. Krug was no longer his home, but a place of violent thieves and murderers. No longer was it a place for what it means to be an Orc; the spirits did not smile there, and in the case that they did, they were not spirits with righteous intentions. He left in search of a purpose, of anything, what was he without Krug? He had no more family, his clan was so besmirched with dirt that to say it with pride brought only pain and sorrow… this needed to change, and so he decided to make the change himself. Iron’Heartz was then created - a new clan, a new family for him. To teach the ways he knew, the ways he thought were best. A new path for what it meant to be an orc, something he felt was true, something he felt Krug had long abandoned. He started recruiting, no longer there to take, but to teach and guide; to be strong one must learn it, so he sought members. One by one he tested them, putting them through trials until he was proud of them enough to call them kin, family. They were orcs despite their race, what honorary should be, and the clan welcomed them as family. Some may call this shame, where are the blood orcs? Like himself, they would come, slowly but surely, and even if he were to die, the rest would carry on Jorg’s legacy of what being a true orc means, so that when Krug does fall, those seeking the path of the Orc would find it. Even if it took forever, he would make sure his clan would last just as long. And to have a clan meant that one needed a place to stay, to grow the people, to store food, to smith armor, to have a home! So he sought one, in the mountains beyond where he worked as a mercenary, in Haense, amongst strange trees on high mountain tops, where most would never reach, he finally found traces of an old stronghold, an old dwarven fortress, hidden deep in the mountains. It was perfect, it was the orc way, to take over what was once lost and make it one’s own. Orcs were like weeds, sprouting up in expected spots, even old and forgotten ones. He led his clan towards the mountains, where they fought against rogue dwarves, those that deserted from Urugan, as well as animals, well-fed by the bountiful green mountain, tribes of creatures from the deep that rose to raid food from the animals they hunted. And even groups of minotaurs, snorting at the welcomed challenge that was the clan moving into scout for a place to call home. Then they found it after an earthquake, revealing the entrance to the old dwarven keep. This particular hold was archaic, more olden than any living dwarf. It dated back generations, back when the deep roads of the dwarves were still strong and well used. It was held by an old clan, now forgotten by time itself in rotten books that held nothing but dust and decay. The hold was supposed to be for scouting, gradually developing into the fort, the deep roads expanding at this point to involve more of the land into what some might eventually call a settlement… Then something came. They dug too deep, the caverns too long, the roads too wide, they awakened something, something terrible, and it came up to attack the unprepared and surprised dwarves. Whatever it was, it was winning, and they didn't have any forces from within... it was supposed to be their domain. In the end, they collapsed the mountain and ran out, refusing to let what dark horror awaited below to come to the surface. It has been many years, and a recent earthquake revealed what was hidden, the dwarven hold, one empty, overgrown from deep cavern plants, one ripe for harvest for orcs...and something waited for them in there...something deep, forgotten, powerful. They would reclaim it, building massive shrines in the name of their spirits, calling it home, a place that would one day become a legend in Orc history, as the grand home, of Klan Iron’Heartz. And when it would get taken over, everything would change. From the library filled with orc history, to teachings on blacksmithing, about spirits, a great collection of books of all races, to learn, replacing old dank books, too soaked in humidity to be read, other recovered that could be recovered The forge was remade, what was once cold was re-born. The strength of dwarven forges combined with orcish might as technologies mixed in weird ways. Seeds and gardens were planted for there to be life...something that orcs rarely did, so new life could grow and feed the ever-growing clan. A great throne room was re-done, a great fighting pit, of the ancient art of those blessed by Arwa was made, called a Sumo pit, a place for those to train was made. Rooms made for all arts and crafts. A hold truely fit for generations of Klan leads to come. (That is the link to the Clan lore page! Please enjoy, this contains more lore about the clan in general) Lair Build and Infrastructure (photos required): (Please refer to the Imgur link) Why can you not accomplish the niche of this lair’s roleplay in an existing settlement or nation? (We expect a substantial answer for this, not just ‘I don’t like them’). It is a perspective on Orc culture that would not be allowed in Krugmar. Additionally, due to roleplay events, Jorg is no longer part of Krugmar, but continues to view himself as an honorable Orc and desires to instill Orcish values in his own derivative way, and perhaps even have his own family. This lair would allow for a welcoming and controlled environment, where casual and friendly roleplay may exist without political or violent (unless necessary) interference. It aims to cultivate Orcish culture amongst players of other nations and races, integrate honoraries into an Orc clan and experience Orc roleplay, which tends to be limited to Krugmar. Our lair provides a unique setting for both those part of the clan, as well as those who simply wish to visit. What does this lair add to the greater world around them?: Clan Iron'heartz is one of the largest Orc clans outside of Krugmar, demonstrating a neutral environment for many, if not all, races and nations. Our laid build has considered its members and has allowed access to the deep roads for its dwarven participants, which in turn may open roleplay opportunities and is also a strategically built area with events in mind. The deep roads are highly connected to spiritual lore and thus expand possibilities of religious roleplay, and intends to share the beautiful orcish lore that is otherwise confined to Krugmar. The location in question is in tile 143 I think

Simply how to be happy: Step 1: stop playing LOTC Step 2: do anything else, take a bike ride somewhere or boot up that old videogame you haven't touched in a while Hope this helps :D

[ON ORCISH VIOLENCE] The violence of the orcish people has shaped their history, and the world. Many orcs would lament the violence and injustices of their people, yet recognize the pleasure many of their kin face. There are two ideologies within the orcish people, a conflicting force that guides some to honor, and many to evil. [MABAJ BOT OB ARMAUK] I HAVE A WORLD OF ENEMIES To some, violence is simply a means of communication. Orcs fight against the world, inwardly and outwardly. They have torn themselves apart with this violence, fracturing far more times than any of the other descendants. To an orc, especially one without restraint, violence would simply be a way of life, but by no means an honorable one. This blind violence is often seen as a means of expression, or proving oneself, but often withers as an orc and their mind age. Violence proves strength, and strength proves worth in the eyes of a bloodthirsty orc. In past ages, orcs simply battled each other to prove worth and status, but as their people have been culled, and enacted violence on themselves, this self-mutilating desire has faded into something more coherent. Strength is important, and the orcish people pride themselves on their straight-forward and direct action. [GRIZHAKÛRZ-DARÛK] BLOOD DRUNK FOOL Wasteful bloodlust begets more bloodlust. The damage that the orcish people have done are seen in the veins of history. Haruspex and shamans are clearly aware of how internal strife taints the grish. Many orcs pride themselves in having restraint in their bloodlust, or being able to draw from it, rather than being enslaved by it. Many clans have rituals to deal with their bloodlust, or simply find means of overcoming it. The orcish people only surmounted Iblees by rising up when the other descendants fell to their afflictions. Reverting to beastial nature, would only prove to dishonor Krug, and further taint the action and image of the orcs. Honor is gained through making correct choices, rather than simply exerting your will. The Stargush’Stroh is a place in which conflict is eternal, and fought honorably. Wasting time within the mortal realm on descendants weaker than oneself would bar entry to the afterlife. This fate would be far worse than being labeled whitewash, as the actions would stain the orc’s soul for eternity. [HOW TO ROLEPLAY BLOODLUST] Bloodlust is a curse, an affliction that taints the minds and actions of the orcish people. This leads to bouts of anger,rage, and confusion that do not aid in combat scenarios, but often hamper them. The orcish people are a martial one and lose their forethought when bloodlusted. This does not mean an orc gains strength, but instead loses skill. A warrior is better when they are trained and prepared, rather then filledwith shock and rage. Overuse, or even experiencing true, blinding bloodlust would often lead to mental illness, depression and other concerns as seen through Kotrestruu’s Visit. [WHAT SLAVERY IS] Much like violence, slavery is an ever-changing discourse that is argued over within the orcish community. Some may see it as cruel, or unjust, but without the act, there would be no Phaedrus’Yar, the Elven Rex, or the countless folk who atoned for their descendant ancestors by adopting orcish culture. Slaves serve as cogs within the orcish system, but so do orcs. To not recognize the polishing, teaching, and work that must be put into a slave would be to ignore the purpose of the practice all together. The orcish people are stronger than any of the descendants, both physically and mentally, taking slaves merely for the pleasure is something reviled and reserved to those who do not appreciate the strength good life provides. [WHY THE ORCISH PEOPLE TAKE SLAVES] When Krug stood against Iblees, he did so without the help of the other descendants. When Krug killed Horen, he did so to strengthen the human people, and to let new life flow from their dying veins. Slavery, and all the violence it brings is not a pleasurable act, or one done out of malice. The orcish people are well aware of the strength they possess, though enact it in ways that scare and threaten the placidity of descendant life. To some, slavery is an atonement for the descendant original sin. To others, it marks the rebirth into better lives. To be allowed access into the orcish people’s way of life is an honor, no matter how tough or brutal it may be. As children, orcs are often intentionally abandoned or neglected, only to make themselves stronger. The same could be said of their slaves, who grow and mature into honorary orcs themselves. [SNAGA BAJ LUFUT] SLAVES MAKE WAR Not all orcs carry slaves. To some the hassle of guiding other descendants provides a headache best left to other orcs. Slaves are weak initially, and often cause more strife or complications to diplomacy and orcish society. An orc prides themselves on their own strength, and so taking a slave could be seen as belying that truth. It is necessary for an orc to find their own worth, and so leaving tasks and things to someone else, especially a non-orc, often muddles that process. [AMAL SHUFAR, AT RRUG] WHERE THERE'S A WHIP, THERE'S A WAY Slavery is good because it greases the wheels of progress. It makes life easier for orcs, and it is easy to see the strength an orc possesses when they do so atop a mountain of slaves. Why would the other descendants be blessed with foolish and pointless lives when they could so easily serve the orcish people? Their apathy towards true strength and honor is how Iblees proliferated, and so in enslaving them, they do them a justice. [HONOR AND ITS FLAVORS] The orcs are an honorable people, but what does honor mean? Does honor to a Raguk mean the same thing as honor to a Lak? Identifying the orcish people as a monoculture is a foolish assumption by descendants. The orcish people are made up of many creeds, factions and lineages, all of whom waged war against each other. To ask every orc, goblin, and olog would give a variety of answers as numerous as there are stars in the sky. Still, there are basic tenants every orc should and must live by if they wish to enter the Stargush’Stroh. Do not fight children. Do not fight those weaker than you. Do not fight with such an advantage that you trivialize combat. Generally, it is ill-advised to participate in enslavement RP if you're not a well versed Orc. It can be complicated, and difficult to work with. If you do it badly, you can leave a negative impression of the non-Orcs you come across; which extends into an OOC perception. Slave RP can be very good for Orcish RP, as it allows those that are not Orcs to experience the culture, and even, with time, become a part of it. If you plan on enslaving people, please be sure that you do so with the intent of inviting someone into the orcish community and teaching them the culture.

A WAR OF RETRIBUTION Urguan’s Folk, for centuries, have been tried time and time again by nations who believe they are strong enough to defeat the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. And time and time again, they have continuously failed. The dwed have never lost a war against an external threat, yet the “War-Nation '' of Krugmar has seen it wise to raid Urguani vassals, kill our citizens, and kidnap and debeard our Grand Marshal. These insults to our people cannot and will not be allowed to continue without dire consequences to the already crumbling “nation”. At a council meeting only stone days ago, the Grand King called upon all clans and vassals to appear in the throne room to hear of a decision that would impact the entirety of the Grand Kingdom. With the testimony of Bakir Ireheart, the newly appointed Grand Marshal, describing the ‘trial’ awarded to the dwed, all of Urguan’s folk knew that it was time for action. Repelling every single Krugmarian raid was simply not enough. Killing a Targoth and displaying his head was not enough. Ironcasting a Krugmarian Uruk was not enough. The simple memory of a recent defeat to Urguan under Utak Ireheart was somehow not enough. The council knew that the only step possible to cease Krugmarian hostility once and for all was WAR. With the publication of this document, the Grand Kingdom of Urguan hereby declares WAR on the “War-Nation'' of Krugmar. Shall they realize their mistake and wish for a way out, their peace terms are listed below: SECTION I: TERMS OF PEACE As listed in the recently published grudge against Krugmar, the terms of peace are listed as follows: I. The tusks of the Rex of Krugmar. II. The heads of both Targoths of Krugmar. III. Withdrawing all previous statements against the Grand Kingdom, as well as a public declaration of defeat. Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz da Khazadmar signed, Grand King of Urguan, Clan Father of Clan Grandaxe The Grand Marshal of Urguan, Clan Father of the Irehearts and Jarl of Dol’Gorix Lord Chancellor of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, High Remembrancer of the Order of Remembrance, Son of Rhewen

11th of the First Seed Bloodlust answered with Dwarven Ire The Moon rose into the black sky as the sun fell back behind the orcish city. As the orcs and their slaves alike gathered in the Krugmar square, huddling around the lit campfire for warmth the generals of Krug stood around ready to give a speech. Urguani Forces led by Grand King Levian’Tol Grandaxe and Bakir Ireheart moved into the city with a company of 90, made up of Dwarven Legionnaires, Men of Blackwald, The Rustlers, and the GOATS, with compliments of the The Silver Lubba band. They charged the square quickly, cornering one of the Krugmarian Generals, the Urgani force was quickly surrounded by 135 Urks of Krugmar. The Urguani forces slammed their swords and axes together preparing for Battle. Bakir stepped forward asking the cornered general “Where is your Rex? Bring him to us.” Some orcs in the group surrounding them chuckled and awaited the response of their Targoth. The Krugmar General simply responded “Our Rex is dead, died of a heart attack” Bakir shrugged, going to lift his axe pointing it at the throat of the orc “Then we shall take you instead.” With that an orc war cry rang out, the circle of orcish warriors collapsing on the group of 90 dwarves surrounding the Grand King and the Krugmar General. Battle ensued, Urguani and Krugmar forces clashing, the sound of battle filling the streets of the city. The Orcs were quickly driven back into their own gatehouse, orc bodies filling the square with not one dwarf being scathed. The remaining warriors of Krug and with their two Generals hid in the gatehouse expecting to be safe from the dwarves that were waiting inside. The Warriors of Sedan and Silver Lubba suddenly pushed into the gates where the orcs were hiding, quickly overcoming them and dealing with them easily. Axes and swords were raised into the air and thereafter, Urguan War Cries filled the Orcish square as the corpses of Krug’s kin began to rot. The Raid party then returned to Kal'Darakaan. Victorious, hauling a sack of orcish heads behind him.

THE UNWARRANTED ATTACK The Sightings of Blue Avarice of Greatness “And the blue bandanas were dug from the ground, heaved by the likes of his mortal cohort. They strode from their ruined, decrepit homeland; ventured through the misty isles of the north, shattered and torn by snow. It was them -- the Reivers. ” - An excerpt of King Sugarfoot II The warriors of the Ferrymen sat in their lonesome fort, idling in parties and drinks. Famed in the lands as fierce warriors, we looked to the skies and saw but bleak clouds, and the face of Vivian Maelstrom in shackles. It was bound by our will that she was commended to great pain and suffering, for her insufferable crimes of torment to her people of Talon’s Grotto and the kind of Juan Pablo, attempting to burn him alive for no apparent reason. Take into account, us Ferrymen do not sway the politics of others. We have our own agendas, goals and politics. We keep to ourselves and do not interfere with the movement of other nations. So, why attempt to touch our politics? We do not have time to stomp on the vile cockroaches entering our fortress kitchen, like rodents. That is what you are, rodents interfering with something they should not. We do not take nicely to our brothers-in-arms being threatened, we are family. She dared lay hand - or even attempted to - harm our comrade. In response, we showed penance by capturing the insufferable, insidious woman and croaking her tone into silence. She spoke with royalty, and then was met by ruin. It is the curse of bygone titans that lay waste to our lands; she is descendant to those titans, crazed and wandering with purpose to spill vitriol and evil. Eventually, us ferrymen were met with an unwarranted attack. Those of Elysium and Urguan attempted to play hero, and rallied their forces to bring back their unkindly friend-monarch. For what cause? Why did the fools of Elysium and Urguan interfere in something that was not related to their politics? Out of confusion, we fought and overstepped that hurdle. They fell, and we continued our day without injuries. Heed well, you damned souls of Elysium and Urguan. Stick to your own business, and we shall stick to ours. You are nothing. You are nobody. A prick torn away from flesh. To call you a ‘hurdle’ is insulting enough for our pride. If this was not enough, try again and face worse penance. Your untimely appearance brought rise to five ancient bandit lords once more; the bandits raised from their soil to fight on our side -- the Reivers were unchallenged, and their combined forces with the Ferryman is outright victory. To beheath the appearance of King Sugarfoot II, Dacqueer Sugarfoot, Lyulen Daemyr, Lyuathir Daemyr, Dirty Don Juan and Prince Lonan Daemyr himself. We are men for hire, we seek gold and will decimate your enemies. You continue to fight us, and you burn the bridges and opportunities of gaining our swords to your favour. If you have wars, we will no longer be of your service. Is that what you wish for? I hope this is a lesson to Elysium and Urguan. Do not attempt to fight us again, or you will be a hurdle that is overstepped once more. Or squashed. We’ve already shaved the beard of the last Grand King of Urguan. Please, do not make us shave your beard also, Grand King Levian’tol Grandaxe. Signed, The Ferryman A depiction of the famed Reivers and their Ferryman comrades after their victorious battle.

A lonesome Uruk, clad in pale-red steel. Once youthful, vibrant, and naive. Now weary, tired, and wise. Though he had met many enemies throughout his long life, he knew that time would always be his greatest challenge. He made his way down the winding path towards Krugmar, having once again decided to return home - just to visit one last time. Though he could not call himself the most loyal of Orcs, he still knew - deep in his heart - that Krugmar: a land of blood, combat and death, would always be where he came from and where he would return to no matter what. Though his vision faded, and the world around him continued to turn black, he urged onwards towards the gates of Krugmar. Lifting his helmet, now just a bucket of rust, off of his head: he dropped it to the dirt beneath him. Onwards he stumbled. Unclasping his trusty chestplate, he allowed it to fall behind him like a snake would shed its skin: feeling free for the first time in many years. Onwards he stumbled. His back would bend no more; he could not find the strength to remove the rest of his broken, fragile armour. So, onwards he stumbled. He gazed around at the many heads decorating the bridge to Krugmar: his eyes matching their petrified gaze, with their mouth agape - serving to remind him of the life he had led, like many other Uruks. He coughed once, blood seeping onto his red skin as he tried to cover his mouth: attempting to keep any remaining vitality inside his wretched body from leaving. His ears perked at the sound of a roaring forge, not far from the gates he had just entered. Onwards he stumbled, his gaze and mind affixed upon the open forge: its smoke rising into the night sky. Making his way down the steps, slowly, he found himself looking around for any fellow Uruks: perhaps intending to rely on his brothers for once in his lonesome life, but found only the comfort of cawing crows and the call of the fire ahead. Onwards he stumbled, finally finding himself where he had spent much of his time. Kneeling down before the soothing orange flames, his arm resting on the anvil beside him to support his aged bones. He stared deep into the flames, as he had many times before, but for once he thought not of crafting; not of steel; nor of blood. His mind raced as he instead thought back on his companions. His teacher, Shagarath. His friend and respected warrior, Wud. His first and most respected Rex, Kharak. He frowned as the faces he conjured in his mind faded: struggling to picture those who had grown alongside. “I’m sorry, brothers.” He could feel his heart beginning to slow. His eyes begged to rest, but he continued to vigilantly stare into the fire of the forge. His back slumped, but his head continued to face forwards as it had always done. “I’m coming… To reunite with you all at last.” His heart slowed and performed its final symphony: one last slow beat. The colour in his eyes had now faded, overtaken by the bright orange of the forge. Gukdan was finally home.

[!] The following excerpts are written in a large scrawl of surprisingly precise Orcish script. [!] On the Races of Krug-Kind As the descendants of Krug grew in numbers over generations, certain lineages and bloodlines became unique among their kin. All brothers and sisters belong to one of three families, with the notable exception of hybrids called Hobgoblins. To know your lineage is a statement of pride, as the blood in every orc’s veins can be traced back to Krug himself. A common feature shared by all descendants of Krug is our vast array of skin colors. Individual tones of our tough and durable skin can provide insight upon our ancestry; as an example, it is common for orcs with red skin tones to be members of the Raguk clan. Our eyes gleam in almost any hue, tusks display prominently upon our faces, and our grukkers are covered with thick dark hair. The life of any descendant of Krug quickly prepares them for battle; a brother or sister will have fully grown into adulthood in both body and mind anywhere between azhty’dub (XII) and azhty’h’gahk (XVIII) cactus weeks. Upon reaching this early age all members of our kind will be peep’d as an adult by the codes of Krug and the spirits. Over many years of combat we will then obtain various scars and marks of honor upon our flesh, slowly becoming storied veterans of honorable Wagh. Around our dub’kinth (CC) year of age some brothers are blessed by the spirits, beginning to grow horns similar in nature to a ram. These originate from a plate of dense bone beneath our forehead and temples, proving study protection from attacks to the head. These horns will continue to curve before, if unfiled, piercing back into the skull around an orc’s futh’kinth (CCCC) year of old age. To see an elder brother with horns is to meet one of great honor; only those with true strength live for so long and through so many battles. Uruks Uruks, commonly called Orcs, are the most numerous and diverse members of Krug-kind. All other bloodlines originate from the first Uruks, though the exact points of diverging ancestry are unclear. Uruks range from H’azh (VI) to H’gahk (VIII) feet in height, and can weigh anywhere between dub’kint (CC) to h’azh’kint (CCCCCC) lbs upon reaching maturity. Significantly stronger than most other descendants, uruks still share a similar level of intelligence with that of an adult humie or stout. Goblins Goblins are the thinkers of Krugkind, the strength of body in combat having been replaced with genius intellect. While a goblin’s slender frame will only grow between futh (IV) to h’azh (VI) feet, their mental abilities surpass the brightest members of the other descendant races. Goblins are known for having wiry frames, prominent noses, and smaller tusks. Curiously, the curse of bloodlust present in all our kind presents itself as a fervent and almost anxious need to tinker or experiment with the ideas whirling through a goblin’s mind. For this reason it is common to see a goblin inventor testing some mad contraption designed for warfare. Hobgoblins Hobgoblins are the unique descendants of Krug created when the bloodlines between Orc and Goblin mingle. While inheriting both the strength of their warrior parentage and the sharp mind of a tinker, their emotions are generally more volatile than either as the curse of our kind affects them in both rage and mad genius. With lean and sculpted forms ranging from H' (V) to H'azh (VI) feet in height, their extraordinary talent is not to be trifled with. Hobgoblins display a blend of features known to Uruk-kind, though the particulars depend on their heritage and family lines. Ologs Towering above all other descendant races, the Ologs stand at a mighty h’futh (IX) to azhty (X) feet. These colossal warriors have stocky, musclebound frames, oversized jaws, and a tendency for developing layers of fat from overeating. What they claim in physical strength is lost in mental fortitude; the average olog matches a kub in intelligence, and the hulking warriors focus on basic needs more than any other concerns. Our gargantuan brothers are commonly seen with their smallest brethren in a form of partnership, acting as physical strength to carry out plans made by the ingenious and more aware goblins.

The War Nation of Krugmar is a jungle based settlement found in the far west of Almaris. surrounded by dense tropical forest and dotted with stunning pools fish, From the emerald greed foliage rises the nation, hued in vibrant reds, home to the Orcs. After arriving to the nation of Krugmar I was greeted by the Rex himself Kor’garr. We headed to the city tavern near the great Klomp pit, taking our seats. Being treated to the local brews and greeting the Rex's entourage, I settled into a wonderful evening. We were joined by one of the Rex’s friends, who told the heartbreaking story of the rise and fall of worship of the taboo spirit Orgon. A tale of betrayal and limits of self between the higher beings of this land. Wise words directed to all parties present. After the tales told we settled into the interview proper: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Lets begin mister Kor’garr, who are ye? Ah loike ta give a full run doon on who ah be interviewing, this nay a slight sir.” “Yub, uv korze… Kor’garr iz Kor’garr uv nuv klan, mettle-werker, zkowt.. Agh nows Rex uv Krugmar” “Wuz maor den H’ty yeers ago, Kor’harr wuz born tu Valor’garr agh azh uv iz luvs. Nub gruk wich azh, buht dat’z wer Kor’garr gitz dah grey vrum.” “Thank ye thank ye. So mister Kor’garr, wot does the role o Rex involve? How does et effect ye? Does et cme wit en life?” “Keh! Tu bi dah Rex iz tu akt wit dah wihl uv Krug en leedyng Krugmar’z peepul. En Wagh, en zpeerit, en ‘onur … Dah Rex muzt zhow ag example vor awl dat vollow en da path uv Krug” “Da path o krug!” (at this point many a drink was drunk and a few of these drinks were sadly spilled) “En awl truths. Kor’garr did nub ixpekt tu bikum Rex. unlee avturag Klomp uv honor, azh dah vlat aginzt mi bruddah Azhug’gorkil, did Kor’garr tayk dah pozizhun. Wagh-ammur aginz lowng-zult, blow avtur bludy blow.. Wiz wur both barely ztandyng win Kor’garr ztruk Azhug downz wit ah kruzhed ribkayg” “A strong fighter! Makes a gud leader!” “Yub, dat dey du. Myght meykz right en Krugmar, agh et wihl ulweyz bi dat whey” “Jest loike back en urguan Uhh lets see ere.. Fun facts bout ye! Little segment bout yerself as a person. Be et a cool scar, wot ye used ta be, er jest yer favorite food” “Kah. Kor’garr gots dah zaym anzer vor dub uv doze Peep dah zkar ‘ere. Vrum zhoulder tu zhoulder. Awl akrozz dah rybz” “Goodness what from?” “Lat nyt nub dehm en dah waturz neer Krugmar, buht dah jungul pools kuntayn bubu’hozh krabz dah syz uv’ah blarg. Wiz wur own’ag hunt vor zumtyng tu weed dah clanz whin zyztah Nin’skwwq got thurztee..” “Nin! Ah ken er! Ah taught er back when a wos a medic! Sorreh sorreh, please continue.” “Azht wi grukk’d et wuz ah rock en dah watur… dehn dah tyng zkittered aht uz wit pinzerzz ‘hozher den ag Olog! Azh zweep uv ag klaw slamm’d entu Nin, ah Kor’garr peep’d rehd. Arrowz did nubbin, zultz juzt goht en dah whey. Wit ag vyurius kry uv Wagh Kor’garr took’ag ‘ax ag charj’d dah creetur, etz beedy peppurz blaynk agh pitch blak” “Ye ran head first enta et?!?!” “Yub… et wuz dah bludluzt Kor’garr velt whin peepyng Nin’ kruzhed by dah beezt. Der wuz nubbin en dah uzg kulda kept Kor’garr vrum dat zoggin krab… Zoh wit a zyngul zwing ‘etz wavy wuz en dub” “Amazing! Wos dear Nin okeh afterwards? Sorreh bout askin.” “Uv korze, et tuuk zum muthz tu ‘eel agh dah medikz wuz vyuriyuz, buht wiz awl wur patch’d uhp avturwurdz… dah creetur dizydid tu tayk Kor’garr wit et doh” “Et dragged ye back en ta da water?” “Dah krabz wrythe when dey clat, kaught Kor’garr across deh chest agh dragg’d ‘i’m undur dah waturz. Der wiz wur, bohth bleedyng owt en dah jungul layk ahg ztyll trying t vlat eechuddah! Buht daht knrab wuz azh uv dah ‘hozhezt meelz Kor’garr eva ayt” “Goodness… Dat be a tale Yer a hunter ef ah evar met one..” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then night trailed all and we bid our adieus till the next issue Stay tuned!! thank all who waited on this issue, please keep eye and eat out for the next paper drop, have a great week everyone! this has been Mica Goldhand with GNN!!

The Spirits and Shamans The Spirits are a collection of different aspects of life and personality. From the very ground we walk on, to the flames of a volcano, all things which can be seen, felt and lived by can be represented in the form of a spirit. These spirits are selfish beings that linger within their own spiritual plane, gaining power from praise given from the mortals in the form of speaking their names, creating shrines, and making trinkets in dedication to these spirits. Forever an Uruk’s goal within Krugmar is to become a powerful warrior following the codes of Krug, however, some are unable to do such feats and dwell in the teachings of the spirits and aim to become enlightened enough to be a Shaman. These shamans are the very people who can communicate with spirits and speak to them, use the power which they’ve been bestowed with to perform great feats of blessings, curses and elemental control. Over the course of time, shamans have created groups for themselves to lead the people of Krugmar into a newer enlightened state. The idea of a shaman is to simply lead the spiritual understanding of all who have accepted the spirits and to speak as a voice for their twisted words of Old Blah. ____________________________________________________________________________ Structure The structure of any Shamanic order is a simple one, based around the piety of the ones within, gaining rank when they’ve chosen to learn more of the duties of the shaman and embracing the shamanistic culture. This can range from a non-shaman simply learning of the spirits and praising them with a strong projected voice, to a Shaman which has been practising for many years, belting out the spirit’s tongue with deeply rooted reverence and dedication. -Acolyte- A devoted follower of the spirits who haven’t been indoctrinated to become a Shaman or simply doesn’t wish to be. Those within this rank are to spread praise across the Nation and outside, using their voice to empower the spirits and complete tasks for those above them, in hopes to become a Shaman themselves or not if they are happy with what they do currently. The ranks of those that consider themselves Acolytes are typically normal orcs or Dark Elves that simply wish to spread the word of whatever spirit they favour, enriching their influence throughout the world. Anyone can fill this role. Can be Spiritual worship, Ancestral worship focuses, or both. -Sharkû- A Shaman has obtained the most knowledge and mastered their abilities. When presented this Rank their duties change to that of a mentor, teacher, counsellor, and keeper of the fragile balance held amongst the greedy spirits that would like nothing more but to endlessly expand their influence with reckless abandon. Being able to partake in the politics of Shamanism and able to lead and guide each other in anything which has to do with the spirits. Holding the strongest voice in the room when it comes to those lower than them, these shamans have a true understanding of the nature of the spirits they revere and commune with -Shaman Council- The Shaman Council being a source of leadership and decisions for Spiritual affairs run by collective voices of those with the rank of, Sharkû. When a new shaman is wanted by the Sharkû they’re to present them towards the shaman council which then these wiser shamans will see if the presented being is fit to take the spiritual role as the Spirits tool. The rules of which a new shaman is selected is based upon all which are present meaning the standards will differ from person to person, however, all should view the nominated potential shaman based around their spiritual devotion to the Spirits alongside their general willingness to help the shamans in general. It is ideal for this suggested potential shaman to be suggested by a Sharkû. ____________________________________________________________________________ Joining Format -------------------- IGN - Discord - -------------------- RP Name - Race - Age - Shaman or want to be one? -

Haruspices The Martial Shamans Origin “...TO KRUG, SHE GIFTED HIM A BONE KNIFE MADE FROM A MILLENNIUM OLD DRÛTH SKHELL TO CARVE TOTEMS WITH, SO THAT HIS STORIES WOULD COME TO LIVE WHEN REMINISCED BY THE FIRE…” Within the ancient orcish lands of Mor’Ghuun, shamanism was in its infancy. The early children of Krug did not understand the Elemental and Immortal Spirits, nor had the power to walk their planes. In the war against Iblees, many of the orcish people were lost to the undead, empty souls wrenched from the Soul Stream to fight against the living. War horns blared distant, sonorous booms into the fields of battle. The armies of the Four Brothers clashed with Iblees’ undead legions. With each fallen descendant, a novel undead soldier shambled forth in their place, using their weapons to carve their past kinsmen asunder. Yet the Urukin held steadfast against the Fallen One’s onslaught - so too, did the other descendants stand strong in the face of the undead. For decades the battles raged on, and when the dust had settled, and the soulless battalions were driven off, all that remained were the tarnished breastplates and weapons once wielded by warriors of legend. But these were not simple weapons, nor were their blunt edges devoid of use. Once Apohet saw the might of Krug, he created the Spiritual Realms; Immortal, Elemental, and Ancestral. The weaker spirits gushed into the Mortal realm to embody aspects of the world, in hopes of pursuing greater powers within the Spiritual Realm. Dlimbok the Wise, the most intelligent of Krug’s four early children, was the lead strategist in the war against the undying. He watched as his people were slaughtered in battle, and their lives lost. It brought him an indescribable anguish, and a rage that nearly matched his father’s. In this age, there was no Ancestral Realm, no grave tenders, and no records to preserve those who had fallen. To mourn for the lives of his fallen, he took forth the storied knife of Krug, and drew forth a tale that no orc would forget. He collected their weapons, armor and tomes and restored them to their original form, drawing their energies into him. He offered himself up, etching his skin, flesh and bone with the dagger gifted by the Daemon Ydea. The orc had hoped his offering would please the spirits, but instead they granted him a power even greater. His flesh became tapestry. In rending the flesh, his blood, bone, and body became an ink that preserved what was made dead. A finger, a hand, an arm. Dlimblok carved away and with it, those who had been lost became as clear as the night sky. The ink stoked the minds of the orcish people. They could see their battles, their losses, their mistakes, and their culture deep within the magic of Dlimbok’s storied flesh. Much of recorded history had been cast into the horrid fires of Iblees, and with it had gone the proficiency of veterans long dead, but this newly-restored knowledge would help to reshape the ragtag bands of amateur fighters into elite squadrons of feared combatants. Under the same banner, and led into battle by Azgal the Titan, the orcish war machine began once more churning and pushing back against the forces of Iblees, now able to outmaneuver and preserve the lives of the living. They matched the once seemingly endless ranks of undead in fierce combat - and as they spread their knowledge to the other descendant races, Iblees’ lines and formations grew thin across the many fronts. And so, with its aid in Iblees’ defeat, the orcish people learned and grew reverent of this primitive form of shamanism, and many of the former soldiers learned among the greenskins sought out Dlimbok, so that he could teach them in his ways. Explanation Dlimbok was a great orator and strategist, and taught his future students how to use this art in providing knowledge to his people, allowing them to gain insight via the spirits and how to extract insight from the world around them. When the great orc had died, his body was blessed, torn, and scattered across the world as a testament to the profoundness of stories and their tellers. He would become an eternal tale, one that orcs could draw upon at any time to preserve their history. Haruspicy is a non-combative magic dedicated to story-telling and preservation of stories. Haruspex draw upon the torn body of Dlimbok. Rather than connecting to the spiritual realm akin to other types of shamanism, haruspicy calls upon an extremely powerful Ancestral, one who’s blessed body remains within the mortal realm akin to the Muyakelgs of the past. These spells do not grant the user any abilities featured in shamanism, nor allow the user to speak Old Tongue without having knowledge of it. To become a haruspex, one must have studied and devoted themselves to the spirits for at least one IRL month, as Dlimbok would be unlikely to lend his power to one that he believes would be unworthy of it. This feat does not teach any form of shamanism or any aspects about it, though many of the more devout followers of the spirits may know of it and spread the knowledge, orally or through books they may have written on the matter. These could help a prospective haruspex begin on their journey, after which they would continue to forge their own path toward mastery of the feat. Someone experienced in the cultural practices of haruspicy could write a book describing and depicting the processes of these feats and work as a means of spreading the practice. To draw upon Dlimbok’s power, one must create a Threshing Inkwell. This device, powered through various different offerings acts as a catalyst that interacts with the many scattered pieces of Dlimbok. A haruspex calls upon the power of the ancestor Dlimbok for their powers. While his powers extend so far as to allow the user’s memories or stories to come to life, it comes with the caveat that these memories are just as susceptible to degradation as any other memory before they are recorded - that is, haruspicy does not provide perfect memory, and memories from longer ago may therefore be inconsistent with the actual events. Threshing Inkwell The Threshing inkwell is simply a place of offering that threshes all of Dlimbok’s scattered pieces from around the world, and draws power from them. Traditionally, they may be placed in homes or places of gathering, where they are readily available for use. To function, they require an idol, some sort of ceremonial arrangement specific to the haruspex, and a bowl to collect the spiritual ink. To charge the bowl with spiritual ink, the user makes an offering, whether blood, gift, but the most potent-- literature and other storied artifacts. Any thoughtful prose suffices, with the varied offerings empowering the ink in different ways. In the case of physical offerings, these can be burned or otherwise destroyed in proximity of the Threshing Inkwell, which will fill with ink on its own. The Threshing Inkwell only produces ink and exists as a way for the haruspex to channel their powers towards Dlimbok. Destroying the inkwell would simply cause the ink stored within to spill and revert to regular, black ink. Mechanically, the Threshing Inkwells are a communal structure which simply hold a large, but still limited amount of ink charges (up to 60 maximum). Exceeding 55 charges causes the inkwell to begin overflowing. There is no limit on the number of extant threshing inkwells, beyond the fact that any haruspex may only create and ‘own’ one at any given time, despite their communal nature. Upon being created, the inkwell should be reported to any ST members (though they need not be signed, and can be used even if an ST member isn’t immediately available). Any RP to refill the inkwell should be screenshotted and saved. As ink drips down the inkwell’s sides, it has a tendency to transform into small animated figures, perhaps simply out of boredom on Dlimbok’s side. Nevertheless, these figures scurry about the area for a short while before disappearing entirely. The amount of ink that drips from the inkwell is insignificantly small - it does not reduce the amount of ink in any way, and simply exists for roleplay taste. Ink Tiers Tier 1 - 1 Charge - Gifts and Basic Offerings (Prayer, Meditation, etc) Forming a black and basic ink, this form of ink serves as a general base or go-to option when other materials aren’t available. It is also often mixed or added as a filler to other inks. Tier 2 - 5 Charges - Blood and Bone (Descendant/Animal Sacrifices) All viscera, whether animal or Descendant can serve as a more powerful offering to the Threshing Inkwell. Once the ceremony is complete, the bowl fills with a pungent, dark red ink. It smells somewhat like blood, although much more aromatic. At this level, the imagery is extremely striking, though still appears as paints and colors that dance and move. Tier 3 - 15 Charges - Literature, Books, Artifacts Important literature, large books, and powerful artifacts can be offered to the Threshing Inkwell. The ink shifts colors between many deep and bright colors, but will serve to paint in the haruspex’s desired color. At this level, the paint may draw upon the user’s senses, though only briefly and in the more striking parts of the work. Ink Red Lines - Only descendant or normal animal viscera will serve as a tier two offering. - A haruspex cannot use their own blood to fill the Threshing Inkwell. - Stronger inks (Tiers 3+) or more particular effects require a MArt and more significant offerings. - Offerings to the Threshing Inkwell are destroyed in the process of offering Spells Pages Alive [Non-Combat; 2 charges] Description: The caster is able to utilise their Threshing Inkwell’s ink to write onto a book or other such item with a small surface area, no bigger than that of a banner. This ink comes to life when the page is turned, causing it to play out the scene imagined when the ink was first put down, as opposed to having the reader read it. This can also be used to make two-page spreads, though the ink never comes off of the surface of the page itself. Mechanics: To enact this spell, the haruspex first creates the type of ink they wish to use for the pages. Once the haruspex has chosen said ink, they draw symbols, characters, or etchings in whatever language or artstyle they’re most familiar with in the palm of their hand, or another tool like a quill or paintbrush. Once they do so, the ink resonates with their hand, and the whispers of storytellers are faintly present. Then, the haruspex simply touches the material, and the ink transfers. A haruspex may follow this process to fill books without needing to restart the entire process, but requires additional ink for every page. The process is done in four emotes, but can be shortened to two with tools like quills, paintbrushes, and so on. 1) The haruspex readies the ink, meditating on the story or picture they wish to tell. 2) The haruspex draws on their hand, or simply soaks it within the ink. 3) The haruspex touches the paper, smearing the ink on to canvas. 4) The ink transfers from their hand onto the paper, shifting and twisting into the desired image. Pages Alive - Redlines: - Characters in the story who are not known to the haruspex simply appear as faceless visages with no discernible features (horns, tusks, hair etc.) and cannot be used to discern any information about them whatsoever. - A haruspex is only able to put their own memories into the book/banner, and these memories cannot be used to teach magics or other complex skills that need to be taught in person. - A written book or banner is no stronger or weaker than the original product, and the memories written to it are not updated in any way unless updated by another haruspex. - If the surface on which the ink lies is cut in half, or similarly seriously damaged, the ink simply acts as normal ink and dries up. WRITING: 1 EMOTE MEDITATION, 1 EMOTE WRITING EXAMPLE WRITING: [Emote 1] Tulgarok opens his book, as often he had before. He dips his quill into his Threshing Inkwell, as images of what he is to write begin already to form in his mind. Taking a deep breath in, then out, he imagines the way these thoughts will flow on the page. [Emote 2] The orc now puts quill to paper, and begins scribbling down crude forms of people, among other integral parts of his story. Even as he writes, the ink begins to swirl and move just as he had envisioned it. A Storied Artifact [Non-Combat; 20 charges] Description: The caster is able to impart spiritual ink on an object, allowing them to portray a tale stored within the weapon - this may be done through fire, water, paper, or for more experienced practitioners, the events may be played through the very mind of another. To tell the story, the haruspex must spill their blood onto the object, and onto the canvas (or person) they wish to tell the story. In meditating, they connect to the scarred body of Dlimbok, and utilize the power within Ydea’s dagger to bury a powerful memory within an artifact. Once the haruspex grows more proficient (2 weeks IRL), they are also able to preserve stories within the object of its wielder through ritual. The haruspex must have the memories so vivid that they are able to describe and feel the sensations the memory’s owner experienced. By engaging the senses with stimuli relevant to the story (the smell of burning flesh, the sounds of war drums), the user is able to fully immerse himself, the tether between Dlimbok and the haruspex strengthens. The more objects and information they have relating to the event and its characters, the more vivid and detailed the story becomes. Mechanics: Essentially allows for a storytelling aid, where whatever selected medium comes to life to show the story stored in the item. In the case of the initial writing of the item, only the memory holder’s items may be used, under the idea that the item itself has ‘memories’ of its own.When the story is replayed in someone’s mind, they must be in physical contact with the item. The memories within Ydea’s artifacts are just that, memories. Prone to incorrect detail, or pieces missing, a memory only holds small pieces of reality. Often intense experiences and emotions cloud the transferring of the memory, and the haruspex’s own mind may warp the overall message(i.e an arachnophobe depicting a spider as three times its actual size). These memories are not permanent, and just as quickly, if not more prone to error or forgetfulness. A user may remind themselves of the vision by looking through the artifact, but overuse (more than 3 times per IRL week), leads to severe headaches, memory loss, and mood swings. The items themselves, upon creation, are signed by ST. In the description of said item, beyond any text describing the item’s appearance, it must include the ingame username (or other form of contact, eg. discord tag) of its creator, whose responsibility it is to record the stories within however they see fit. A Storied Artifact - Redlines - The object must be signed or have some roleplay significance. A normal sword or object is too nondescript to base memories off of. - The haruspex must already have extensive knowledge about the wielder, usually by having known them personally for at least an IRP year (one IRL week), or being told of them by someone who has known them personally for at least two IRP years (two IRL weeks). - Characters in the story who are not known to the haruspex (including if someone who does know of them is being shown the vision) simply appear as faceless visages with no discernible features (horns, tusks, hair etc.) and cannot be used to discern any information about them whatsoever. - A haruspex is only able to put the memories of the owner into their own tools. Memories cannot be put into items that belong to other people, and these memories cannot be used to teach magics or other complex skills that need to be taught in person. - A written weapon is no stronger or weaker than the original product, and the memories written to it are not updated in any way unless further updated by another haruspex. - If the written weapon is seriously damaged (i.e, the head of an axe is separated from its handle) it becomes unreadable, though if repaired further memories may be written to it. - A vision cannot be forced on another player. Their characters must fully consent to seeing the vision before they are able to see it. - Only one scene/vision may be recorded in any one item, as any given item may become ‘saturated’ with the haruspex’s ink. - Constantly living the memories of others has a severe impact on mental wellbeing, causing headaches and even memory loss. - The memories themselves are just memories. There is no way to permanently retain this information, and it would be lost within 2 IRL weeks. READING: 1 EMOTE MEDITATION, 1 EMOTE SLIGHT MOVEMENT The scene that plays out is then emoted by the haruspex EXAMPLE READING: [Emote 1] Tulgarok seats himself in front of a nearby campfire, a dulled war axe in his lap. He closes his eyes, and emits a low drone from deep in his throat as he lays his hands over its handle. His fingers press into each of its grooves as the weapon’s story makes itself clear to him. [Emote 2] Now the aged orc lifts his hand over the weapon. He slices into his palm with a bone dagger, before tightening his grip such as to make blood drip from it onto the weapon, then into the centre of the fire. He takes another deep breath, and begins to speak as the flames come to life. [Storytelling/Emote 3] “It waz during our latest war with da pinkzkinz…” The fire splits, showing two clear sides. Each lick of flame lashes out toward the opposite side, as if it were one soldier mocking another with a war chant… (etc.) WRITING: 1 EMOTE MEDITATION, 1 EMOTE RECALLING, 1 EMOTE WRITING EXAMPLE WRITING: [Emote 1] Tulgarok seats himself before the Threshing Inkwell, dipping his fingers briefly into its bowl of ink, and a short spear in his lap. His eyes shut, and as they do, Grommok, his apprentice, lights a number of items aflame - wood and pig’s flesh - and slops a handful of thick mud right below Tulgarok’s nose. All scents from the hunt before. [Emote 2] Grommok soon leans into Tulgarok’s ear, describing to him the events of the hunt. How they’d tracked the beast for days, and finally cornered it in some deep cave. The animal’s bellows, as it realised it had been beaten and stood upon its hind legs and swiped at its hunters… (etc.) [Emote 3] Tulgarok breathes deeply, as he finally lifts his hand from the bowl of ink and begins scrawling symbols on the blade and shaft of the spear, eyes darting from side to side beneath their lids as the story unfolds in his mind. The ink quickly squirms on the weapon’s long handle, before seeping into it, leaving only a faded, dark trace that it had ever been there. Finally, Tulgarok rises from the ground, spear in hand. His job was finished. Cave Painting [Non-Combat; Charges vary] Description: Haruspex are able to paint with spiritual ink, invoking life into a stony canvas. Through this, they are able to paint their tales and those of written items onto walls so that others might see them. The figures painted move, twist and dance as if they lived. Each character within the painting requires 10 ink charges, while larger set pieces (large boulders, buildings, etc) and environments (grass, lakes, etc) take 5. Mechanics: As shown below, the player is able to build a mural roughly describing the story (though this is not necessarily required). More importantly, the player is then able to author a book describing the events taking place in the mural, which RPly would be in constant motion (though this is obviously impossible in minecraft). To create these paintings, the haruspex would begin a similar process to Pages Alive. Readying the ink, through the tool used would be the haruspex’s hand, clay, a chisel, or some other etching instrument. Once the tool was soaked in the ink, the haruspex’s mind would begin to clear, and they’d draw upon the power of the Threshing Inkwell, invoking the ink to mold into and twist what the haruspex had worked with into story. Cave Paintings - Redlines: - Haruspex pieces are displayed within minecraft as murals (whether through clay, banners, roleplay materials, blocks, ink, etc), and the story/moving figures are described within the book. - Characters in the story who are not known to the haruspex (including if someone who does know of them is observing the mural) simply appear as faceless visages with no discernible features (horns, tusks, hair etc.) and cannot be used to discern any information about them whatsoever. - The scenes cannot be used to teach magics or other complex skills that need to be taught in person. - A written wall is no stronger or weaker than the original product, and the memories written to it are not updated in any way unless further updated by another haruspex. - The person whose memories are being written on the wall needs no prior connection with the building etc of said wall. - If the wall is significantly damaged (i.e, up to one third of it is broken by an explosion or construction work), the ink simply acts as normal ink and dries up. WRITING: 1 EMOTE MEDITATION, 1 EMOTE RECALLING, 1 EMOTE WRITING [Emote 1] Tulgarok stands before a large, flat sandstone wall - a clean canvas upon which to make art. His eyes shut, as he dips each of his hands into a bowl of ink. Already, somewhere behind his eyes dance the silhouettes of soldiers, fire and great cities. Silhouettes that will soon dance on the walls of his home city instead. [Emote 2] Charred wood is strewn about the place, and several orc kubs are told to jingle chainmail, bang sticks against helmets and snap twigs loudly. All this aids in Tulgarok’s mental recreation of the raid, how his ears rang with the terrified screams of women and children as they evacuated, leaving their homes behind. [Emote 3] Pleased enough with his mental recreation of the raid, the orc begins slapping his palms against the stone wall, dragging them to make crude shapes which soon swirl and correct themselves into what he had envisioned minutes before. As he steps back from his masterpiece, the ink begins to churn into the image of an orc impaling some human halfway down the haft of his own spear. General Redlines - A haruspex needs to be able to interact with spirits and thus other non-spiritual magics interfere with this practice, this also includes creatures that are unable to cast deific magics. - A haruspex cannot identify anyone in their visions unless they have extensive knowledge about the person within the story already, or have interacted with their tools or weapons via ritual. - “Extensive knowledge” implies knowing the person personally for at least one full IRP year (one IRL week), or being told about them in detail by someone who has known them personally for at least two full IRP years (two IRL weeks). - Memories written to objects or murals cannot be used to learn magic, or other such supernatural tasks. - Dlimbok is dead and his body is physically scattered across the world. His pieces could be hypothetically found through ET or dredged forth in a MArt, but he is otherwise uncontactable, being very much dead. - A haruspex’s memory is not perfect. Details can be misremembered, especially in older memories. This feat is primarily for storytelling, not perfect renditions of past events. - Either memories or stories/fictional events may be recorded in any given medium, though fictional events cannot be recorded for malicious or seriously deceptive reasons(i.e a fake war with real memorized characters), as these would go against Dlimbok’s personal views on honour, and he would simply not allow his power to be utilised. - Real world stories and memories would possess more sensory detail (although not entirely accurate) while fictional stories would have more visual creativity and detail. - Overuse of haruspicy leads to issues like headaches, memory loss, and mood swings. Tier Progression Tier 1: The haruspex reaches this tier immediately upon learning the feat. Haruspices are able to transform a little of their ink through prayer and meditation. They also have access to the Pages Alive spell. Tier 2: Two weeks after learning the feat, and through regular practice, the haruspex is now able to better transform the lifeblood of sacrifices into more powerful ink, and gain access to the Storied Artifact spell. Tier 3: At this tier, six weeks into their journey, the haruspex is able to take their final step into the art, gaining access to the Cave Painting spell and being able to sacrifice more powerful artifacts and literature into even larger amounts of ink. Greater tiers may be achieved through MArts or Events by staff, though the capabilities of the artifact or action (holograms, living stories, ancient messages from the past, etc) should be discussed with lore holders, older haruspex, or ST. Ultimately, the decision falls to the staff on a case-by-case basis. OOC: This is a feat accessible to anyone with knowledge of the spirits and a desire to learn the histories of weapons and wounds alike. In doing so, I hope haruspex gives more flavor to post combat, in being able to regale tales of battle, as well as making RP items more valuable and useful to the people who have them, rather than sitting on the shelf till the next map. I realise that some objects cannot be 'written' as such - that is, their stories can't be described as their owners may not use the server anymore, which is the sole caveat of the feat itself. Maybe it gives them a reason to come back, or gives characters more of a reason to create powerful stories. Thanks for reading! Inspired by: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/151780-%E2%9C%93-origins-of-the-orcs-and-morghuun-the-land-of-warfare/?tab=comments#comment-1433374

[!] The scrolls of thick parchment, brittle with age, are translated from Old Blah for ease of reading. [!] THE CODES OF KRUG The Code of Klomps It is Krug’s will any orc can challenge another to a Klomp for any reason, an honorable and evenly matched fight between the two combatants either to krimp or flat. Standard Klomps cannot violate the codes of Krug in any way; his word stands superior, and attempting to do so without proving your might insults the strength of Krug. If an orc is accused of lacking honor or breaking the Codes, Krug demands both the challenged orc and the accuser to prove their strength in an Honor Klomp. Any decisions on the manner of Klomping are decided by the accuser, as the defending Orc’s honor is in question. An orc of high or apex leadership must impartially oversee a proper Honor Klomp, representing the will of Krug and the Spirits for Orcs to klomp with their blessing, The spirits demand such an accusation be worthy of one’s life, and Honor Klomps are only to made with proper cause; to demand an Honor Klomp without proper care or falsely insult the valor of a brother disrespects the attention of Krug and the spirits. The victor of any Klomp, standard or Honor, is found without fault according to the Klomp’s terms. Might makes Right, and to claim otherwise spits upon the strength of Krug. The Code of Authority It is Krug’s will that the strong command the weak; those who cannot claim victory for themselves follow in the path of those who can. Orders from those higher in authority must be followed by their subordinates, unless challenged through Honor Klomp; to do otherwise is to offend the concept of strength itself. Kneeling to anyone or anything violates the will of Krug and dishonors one’s self. To force another to kneel also disgusts Krug as it shows one’s lack of true authority, and blame is laid at the one who forced it to happen. The Code of Strength Accepting weakness is dishonorable and insults Krug. An orc should find strength in all parts of their life, constantly seeking to improve themselves so they may join the Stargush’strozh as a worthy member of Krug-kind. Those who show weakness must undergo various trials to grow past such failures, while those who are strong must not settle for what they have already done. The Code of Blood The blood of Krug-kind is sacred, proving their superiority and honor over all others in the Ugz. To spill the blood of a brother or sister outside of an Honor Klomp is a disgrace upon his blessings, and an incredible dishonor. Sullying the blood of Uruks with that of Nuburuks creates cursed offspring and is an atrocity against all of Krug-kind. Anorc should respect all those with the blood of Krug, and honoraries are no different. An Honorary orc has been purged of their former name, identity, bloodline and inherent weakness to become a true Brother or Sister in the eyes of Krug. For this reason, Honoraries can intermingle with those of goblin descent. The Code of Wagh The will of Krug demands the sating of bloodlust to be done honorably, with warriors clashing against warriors. Members of the Krug-hai must obey the commands of their leaders in times of conflict, leaving Honor Klomps for a later time unless an order would violate the Codes of Krug. There is no valor to be found murdering helpless civilians; to kill those that do not fight back shames all orcs in the Krug-hai and dishonors the act of Wagh. Only if it would save the life of an Orc or in defense are nub-klompers to be flatted. To vlat another with a weapon while they are unarmed is dishonorable, showing one does not have the strength to klomp on equal terms. For a member of the Krug-hai to harm a kub of any kind for ANY reason other than training or in an honor klomp to the krimp issued by the child is grounds for being declared whitewash. The Code of Blah Speaking Blah honors the spirits and should be done by all of Krug-kind, with the exception of translating for nub-Uruks that cannot comprehend true speech. Similarly, it is taboo for nub-Uruks to attempt speaking in Blah, as their words have no genuine praise for the Spirits. An orc’s Blah is a testament of their honor; To lie and deceive anyone or anything is to follow the path of Iblees and insult Krug himself. The oath of an orc is ironclad and must be kept on penalty of death unless given express permission by the one promised. The Code of Spirits All orcs are expected to praise the spirits, both ancestral and elemental. To praise anyone or anything in place of the spirits is a slight against Krug that must be punished. Shamans have the sacred purpose of connecting Krug-kind with the spirits, and to harm one outside of Honor Klomp is a grave dishonor to the offender. Those that are nub-Uruks who pretend to praise the spirits are an insult towards Krug-kind and should be vlatted. Any work or user of Dark Shamanism or Buurz-Mojo reliant on false spirits is an abomination against the spirits and should be destroyed without hesitation. The Code of Snagas Snagas are nub’Uruks who have failed to show the strength necessary for their freedom, and as such have none of the rights given to Krug-kind. To attempt forcing a proud member of Krug-kind into snagadom is a crime against Krug himself that should be punished with death. It is Krug’s will that snagas are property of their owners, and are afforded the same protections and care given to any other property of a brother or sister. In addition, any Snaga to pass the trials can purge themselves of weakness to be reborn as an Honorary orc. The Code of Coin It is only right for Orcs to pillage, raid, and take for themselves the spoils of those weaker than them. It is Krug’s will for looting to be done through the honor of Wagh or the authority of Tribute, unlike those lessers that skulk about in the shadows. Theft through deceit and trickery of any kind shows weakness and inability to take through strength and honor alone, be it from brethren or nub’Uruk. It is also the duty of the strong to leave enough for those weaker than them to survive; It is dishonorable to make another perish through starvation instead of battle. The Code of Whitewashes Those who are found without Honor and an offense to the ways of Krug may be proclaimed whitewash by the Rex. Whitewashes are no brother or sister, lower than even the lowest nub’Uruk in terms of their status as an enemy to Krug. Exiled from Krugmar, it is Krug’s will that these forsaken former brethren only return to the war nation if brought in by a proper Orc. If the Rex determines a whitewash to be thoroughly repentant, they may give a series of trials so one may regain their honor and status as a member of Krug-kind. If unwilling to repent the whitewash must be executed immediately, their mere existence a blight against Krug and the Spirits. Code of Honor All those of Krug should act such that their honor cannot be truly challenged, even by their enemies. To blindly challenge another’s honor is dishonorable in itself, to have your own honor challenged is an insult. If an orc’s honor is called into question by anyone or anything, they must respond to such claims immediately through Blah or action. Those without honor themselves, however, have no right to question another’s character. Rediscovered and signed, Kor'garr the Clanless, Dominus of Krugmar

Lak clan The Lak clan is a clan known for their devotion to the Spirit of the swamp, Laklul. The members of Clan Lak are very identifiable due to their blue skin, a trait which is very rare to be seen outside of the clan. The Laks typically favour their clan hall to be located in the swamps and marshes around Krugmar. History of the clan. The clan was founded by the well respected shaman and former Rex Shreck’Lak back in Athera after the Dom clan saw a mass of emigration due to the dishonorable actions of Rusk’Dom "the Liberator''. Once the clan arrived in Vailor, the Laks constructed their own home; Fort Duloc, at the southern part of Shreck's swamp. The fort was a massive plateau with a palisade poking out on the right flank. To get to the capital from the Fort, it would take a long and treacherous walk. The clan has dwindled in numbers since Vailor, with very few of their members being seen around the different Goi’s since then. The most notable and big event of the Lak clan since the clans gradual decrease in number occurred very recently, on the 2nd of Malins Welcome, 1770. Shreck’Lak returned to the city after not being seen for decades upon decades. He returned with a mission from Laklul, demanding an audience with the Rex. The reason for this sudden meeting was to proposition the Rex with an important task, to fight Shreck to the death as Shreck could not think of a more honorable or worthy death than at the hands of the Rex. His old age had left him weak and frail, no position an orc of renown should reach and he could no longer serve Laklul to the best of his abilities. With a decisive fight, the founder of the Lak clan was dead There have only been two Swampgoths since the passing of the ever noble Shreck’Lak. Kolaz’Lak, a Rex of Krugmar upon Arcas for a time, who ruled the clan well in the short few Cactus Weeks of his Swampgoth-hood and Rexdom, but it was not to last. Laklul visited the young uruk in a dream, calling to him to a mighty pilgrimage in the Swamp spirits name. And it was thus that Kolaz left the Rexdom and his clan, leaving the few remaining Laks in the hands of Murdok’Lak, the current Swampgoth to this day. Kolaz left Murdok with a task of great importance that he was unable to complete before Laklul called him to travel. The task being to uplift Laklul higher than ever before: a task still being strived toward. Murdok’Lak, unlike the previous Goths of the clan, is a goblin, diminutive in size, yet has managed great feats in his life. Most notably he maintained the Rexdom of Krugmar as their Rex for over three Cactus Months after the departing of Rex Ugrad’Lur. During this time Murdok’Lak led the orc people in glorious combat against the Inferi menace that plagued Arcas in its final years. With the might of an ancient relic gifted to him by foreign beings claiming to be descended from a titan named Brev, Murdok’Lak used the relic alongside the forces of the Aenguls and Decendent kind alike to strike down the traitor, Gazardiel, who had been collaborating with the Inferi demons to bring about the end of existence. With his leadership, the orcs of Krugmar managed to make it safely to the new land of Almaris, where he now rests with those few remaining of his clan, as a shaman and a guide to all orcs. Mandates of Laklul. The members of the Lak clan are expected to follow the Laklul Mandates, as they believe this is how any righteous orks should live, especially a Lak. I: Laks are expected to follow Krugs code. II: Laks are to respect swamps as they are sacred in the eyes of Laklul. III: Laks are expected to revere Laklul and hold it in high regard. However, it is encouraged to praise and follow other spirits, keeping Laklul as the priority, an example of a second spirit often praised by Lak is Anrkus, the spirit of the Sea and marine life. IV: Laks are expected to remain loyal to the clan until their death. V: Laks must respect fellow Laks and their property. VII: An offense to a Lak or the Swampgoth is an offense to Laklul himself. IX: If a Toalak dies while under the care of an orc, they will get beaten and have purple dots painted onto their face for one cactus week. The punishments possible for breaking these codes are: Luk - No Lak respects these orcs, and are encouraged to beat them. Branding - For some of the lesser offences, they are branded and are treated with much less respect. Beatings - Either individually or by a group, it has been decided that this person must bear their responsibility by being beaten. Being left to die - As simple as it sounds, this person will be brought to the brink of death (often with broken knees, and large cuts littering the entirety of the body) before being abandoned and left to die. Culture and traditions. Trials: Any possible Lak clan recruit must prove their dedication to both the Swampgoth and Laklul through a series of three trials: The recruit must find a suitable sacrifice to Laklul, and under the Swampgoth or an elders supervision, you must sacrifice them under a shrine to Laklul. Educate one non-orc of any Immortal Spirit, or even convince them to build a spirit shrine in their home. You must record their name and bring suitable proof of teaching them to an elder or the Swampgoth. Swear your allegiance to Laklul and the clan under the shrine of Laklul. There is one overlaying trial with both born Laks, and those who are initiated into the clan: You must travel into the nearest swamp and retrieve something which you believe you could both make a weapon and a piece of clothing out of. For example: wood for a club or seaweed for a necklace. However, for those born into the clan there is a very different set of trials: You must choose your Toalak from a tadpole, rather than a juvenile. Build a small totem or shrine to Laklul. Clan Hierarchy: Swampgoth. The Wargoth and head of the clan. Chieftain. Second in command of the clan, and will fill in if the Swampgoth is absent. They are personally chosen by the Swampgoth. Berzerker. Warriors who have proven their dedication to the clan, proven themselves to be competent in leading raids and battles should they need to. Zealot. Slightly above Devoted, the higher ups of the main force. Devoted. The main force of the clan, the generic and base rank. Initiate. Those who show interest in joining the clan, or have only just done so. Traditions: The Wargoth of the Lak clan is referred to as the Swampgoth, rather than Wargoth, to stress the importance of Laklul within the clan. The Swampgoth is only the leader of the clan because the Spirit of the Swamp deems it so. Laklul was pleased at the Lak clan’s devotion to him, and his cause; it is not known whether he created the Toalaks in his image, or he took on the image of a Toalak. Regardless, Toalaks are giant colossal toad-like creatures which are a staple of the Lak clan and are used commonly as mounts within the swamps. Laks are given a juvenile Toalak upon entering the clan. They are expected to raise the Toalak until it’s an adult, which they can use as a messenger or even a mount if it’s big enough. Clan born Laks however do not receive a grown Toalak, instead an infant Lak is expected to venture into the blessed swamps and find a Toalak tadpole to claim as their own. Once named a tadpole is the sole responsibility of the Lak kub to raise and protect. Should the tadpole die on the watch of the cub the cub is to be punished harshly for they have not only failed the clan but failed Laklul himself as Toalak’s share the appearance of the great Laklul. The punishment fitting this failure is branding, specifically a Toalak will be branded onto the back of the hand to not only make the neglect of their duty obvious to all but to also serve as a constant reminder of what that tadpole should have become. Laks favour the swamp to any other environment, if one is close enough to Krugmar they’ll often choose to live there rather than in the main city. If they choose to live in the main city, they may choose to live underground and choose to decorate their houses in a fashion which would resemble the swamp. Laks are encouraged to travel about and preach about Laklul to both orcs and non-orcs. While they are mainly encouraged to preach of Laklul, they are also meant to preach about other respectable spirits. While Laklul must always remain as a Laks favoured spirit, they are encouraged to also praise Akathro, Greater Elemental Spirit of Water, and Bregthar, Greater Elemental Spirit of Earth. Laks who choose to take the path of shamanism are encouraged to do so by learning elementalism, specifically water and earth. Activities: Swamp based games, e.g. mud wrestling, spear fishing, crocodile hunting and anything else which could bring enjoyment. While hunting is not a big focus for the clan, they typically hunt lizards and other swamp predators for fear that their toads may get eaten. Festivals in the name and in dedication of Laklul. These are hosted somewhat infrequently, but when they do, the Laks put a lot of effort into it and try to make it a big spectacle. Spiritual Crusaders: While not a core component of the clan, there were those within the clan who decided to take their dedication a step further than all others. These are Laks who wish to fight to prove their dedication to the spirits and Laklul. To some they could be viewed as the enforcers for the shamans, using their might and strength against those who do not believe in the spirits. They are handpicked by the Swampgoth and directly overseen by them. These are individuals with extensive knowledge of the spirits, and have devoted their lives to them and the task of spreading spiritualism. They spread the belief to those outside of the goi, resorting to force if they believe necessary. In their eyes, people who follow other religions like canonism and aspectism are heathens, especially those of aspectist belief, as the aspects stole the power that Laklul deserves. The spiritual crusaders often walk around in very light armour, carrying a club which they use to beat the belief into non-believers, and a small scripture with lists of spirits’ names and their domains alongside prayers for them. ((Lak clan’s now looking for new members, and looking to grow back to what it once was. Add me on discord or respond if you’re interested, Frog Father#0877))

оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо I swear that I will ride like the wind, hunt like the wolf and kill like my ancestors before me. My weapon belongs to Lur, my body belongs to Lur, my life belongs to Lur. I am loyal above all to Lur, I will die for Lur. I forsake my land, wealth and glory, all that is mine belongs to my clan. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Lore 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо The Lur Clan was formed by Lur, one of the four sons of Krug. The clan has a long history in Orcish culture, standing itself alongside the Gorkil and Azog clans as some of the longest in existence. The Lurs are not footmen, they are hunters. The hunt is the most important thing for a Lur. To prove themselves in the hunt is what all young Lurs wish to do. The Lurs have a bond to The Great Lur wolves, huge intelligent beasts that only obey the Lur clan. Along with hunting, Lurs are master beast tamers, whether it be a simple canine being or even the scaddernak. Trained as a kub to take advantage of the nature that Freygoth provides them, they spend countless hours living among the beasts of the lands. Taming and using these beasts come with great skill, only a select few Lurs are able to master this talent. Along with beast-taming, there are many other skills that Lurs tend to take up. Every Lur strives to perfect the hunt and to rise. They have a strict code of conduct and believe in honor above all. Lurs are usually smaller than other Orcs, but they make up for it by being much quicker and more agile. When a Lur or their Wolf are killed in the hunt or in battle, their bodies are brought to their ancestral lands and then burnt. Their ashes go to the wind and will always ride in the wind. The Lur believe that when they die they go to a great plains of the spirit realm where they will hunt with Lur for all eternity. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Traditions 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо The Trial of the Hunt: Should a Lur or anyone else under Lur rule break a code or do an act against the Lur clan, then they shall be trialed by hunt. The rule breaker will be armed and set out into the night by themselves with their wolf detained. The rest of the clan will spend time preparing for the hunt that is about to begin. Once they are ready, they set out to hunt down the accused in hopes to find them, and slay them; Being treated as an animal or other worthy beast. However should they be caught, they will serve as a sacrifice to Votar, as he chose to bless the hunters more than that hunted. Although if they survive, their crimes shall be vanquished as the spirit of Votar has been pleased with their performance. Coming of Age: When Lurs reach the age of 9 years they are introduced to a Lur wolf cub. The Lur and its wolf are sent to the wilds to survive. This is to prove that the time of weakness is over, they are no longer prey, it is time to be strong, to be the hunter. The wolf cub and the Lur are bound together not only as rider and mount but as brothers, elder Lurs have grown so close to their wolves they can hear each other's thoughts. Once a Lur wolf dies, a Lur shall never tame one again, as an act of respect for failing these beasts. However shall the orc die, the Lur wolf will be slain, and laid to rest with the orc. Popular spirits that are worshipped among the Lur Clan are Votar, the Spirit of the Hunt and Freygoth, the Spirit of Nature. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Hierarchy 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо Wargoth The head of clan Lur Chieftains Seconds in command Elders Former Wargoths and Chieftains who act as advisors Hunters Members who have passed their trials Scouts Those who have yet to perform their trials оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Code 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо Only when in great need will a Lur hunt the weak. There is no honour in hunting and killing something that presents no challenge to hunt and kill. A Lur will always seek strong prey, as the prize is greater and he becomes stronger in doing so. They are never to hurt or kill another Lur outside of an honour duel. Obey the leader of the hunt (Wargoth of the Lur clan) with no hesitation. They were chosen by the elders and by Lur himself. Only Elders and Chieftains may challenge for Wargoth, and it must be done with the support of the Hunters who will have to live under their ruling. Furthermore, Lurs should never try to take the position of another Lur for your own personal gain. The Clan always comes first. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Bloodlines 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо The Fist Bloodline: The Fist are usually the most calm and cold of the Lur bloodlines, they think that physical strength is the purest weapon that a warrior can use. They descend from Tor, the Fist of Lur. The sons of Tor will go to extreme measures to get stronger and stronger. The Trickster Bloodline: The trickster descends from the Trickster of Lur. They are the most diplomatic and the best at convincing others to do what they want, The Tricksters sons are many times goblins for their founder was goblin. They are often considered to be some of the smartest Orcs arounds. The Wolf Bloodline: The most savage and wild of bloodlines but also the most loyal and trustworthy. The wolves descend from Kurak the Wolf of Lur.They are the biggest of the Lurs and their preferred weapons are metal claws that let them act as savage as they want. They also have a closer bond to their wolves than other Lurs. The Axe Bloodline: Primarily known as the most stubborn and rash of all Lurs, they are strong and powerful and put honour above all other things. They think of themselves as an always improving warrior. They descend from Bralkor the Axe of Lur. The Sword of Lur: This bloodline is the most agile of all Lurs and some of the quickest as well, they enjoy riding as fast as they can and they descend from Jarkan the Sword of Lur. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Trials 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо Trial One: A hunt of equivalent value to be determined by the Wargoth. More ambitious uruks may receive a more challenging trial should they wish to prove themselves and earn favor within the clan. The spoils of their trial will be hung on the Wall of Hunts. Trial Two: Trial by Hunt! Having passed trial one, the Scout is now tossed into the wilderness with only their wits and their lur wolf, and must spend the entire night hunted by two Hunters. Should they survive, they will pass and move to the next trial. Should they fail, they are forced to wait a year to improve their skills until they can demand to try again. It should be noted that if the Scout is not of Bloodline and therefore has no Lur Wolf, the same rules apply, except the Hunters will not use their wolves. Trial Three: A good hunter is also a good leader. For their third trial, the scout must lead a hunt of their own with at least 3 of their brethren to success. Once the kills have been brought back, the entire clan will cook and feast upon the spoils, and the Scout will take the Lur Vow to become an official Hunter! оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Allies 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо Clan Ka’zul. A sub-clan of Lur headed by Dominus Durak Ka’zul. They were trialed by Yarrow’Lur and found to be worthy, and appear to be quickly heading towards full Clan recognition. оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇 Related Posts 〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо History: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/91112-history-of-the-lur-clan/ Lur’s Story: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/37850-story-of-lur оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо・-・оО〇・-・〇Оо Those interested should contact Maiyun [Yarrow’Lur] or EndCallCaesar [Kaluz’Lur]

<O> Yar: Many years ago, the great shaman Malog raised the banner of Yar for the first time in Anthos, instating a long-running clan of wisemen and those dedicated to the worship of the spirits. Symbolised by the duhnah skhelll, the great man-eating tortoises of the desert, they revere the Ancestral spirit Yar, said to be the wisest of his clan. While Yars place great emphasis on spirituality and the attainment of wisdom, they follow the basic fundamentals of orcish life and value strength and honour; they are still orcs, and will fight ferociously alongside their brothers in other clans in times of battle. However, they must also be able to think, and discern what is wise and honorable. A Yar is also expected to have an acute awareness of the spirits, even if that particular orc does not happen to be a shaman. The Yars remember at all times that the eyes of Krug and the spirits are upon them. Whether hunting, fighting, or whatever they do, they must keep this fact in mind, and live for the spirits. Not every Yar will be a shaman. Not every Yar will become famed as some kind of great orcish thinker, but every Yar can bring some honor to the orc for whom the clan was named by exercising wisdom to the best of his or her ability. “Wisdom is born of a strong mind. It is more practical than philosophy, agh goes beyond mere knowledge. It is the ability for right living, common sense, wit, resolution of life’s problems, agh success beyond material gain. Gruk for latself, but heed the blahings of those more experienced with the respect agh consideration due them. Learn from life, agh apply latz learning in a way that means something.” -The Contemplations of Malog, V1 \o/ Culture: Seven Pillars of Honor: Strength Valor Boldness Contentment Wisdom Forthrightness Discipline Seven Pitfalls of Dishonor: Weakness Irresolution Cowardice Avarice Thoughtlessness Duplicity Complacency Branding: Upon initiation into the Yar clan, and following completion of three trials presented by one or more elders, new members are branded with the image of the duhnah skhelll. The initiate must then swear his allegiance to the clan as he sacrifices an animal: “Mi zwayr mi eturnul allejunze tu da Yar klan. Mi zwayr tu lib bai da klan law kode, agh tu walk en da wizdum agh onur ob Yar. Zhud mi ebur bitray da klan, mi wull bi kurz’d tu hab mi bluud zpill’d az diz animul. Mi wull bi flat’d en helplezznezz agh dizonur!” Translation: “I swear my eternal allegiance to the Yar clan. I swear to live by the clan law code, and to walk in the wisdom and honor of Yar. Should I ever betray the clan, I will be cursed to have my blood spilled as this animal. I will die in helplessness and dishonor!” Sacrifices: As is common among orcs, the Yar clan performs sacrifices. These are often at special occasions, but sometimes just for the sake of sacrificing. The sacrifices take two forms: blood offerings and grain offerings. Blood Offerings These are offerings of living creatures. Humans, elves, kharajyr, and dwarves. Livestock. Grain Offerings These are burnt offerings of wheat or any other form of produce. It has been a custom in Malog’s family for generations to burn herbs in honor of Yar. Traditionally these herbs are gathered from Dwarven territory as the herbs Yar himself sought on the day of his death. Bones: In the Yar Clan, bones are sacred as a symbol of structure, integrity and uprightness. The removal of bones as a Yar Clan punishment is a means by which the Yars communicate a lacking of these traits in the offender. Adornment: Due to the symbolic nature of bones within the clan, it is a practice among the Yars to adorn themselves with the bones of fallen enemies or of beasts slain in hunts, be it by simply hanging them from their person or by fashioning piercings thereof. They are also strongly encouraged to represent the Yar clan in battle by painting their faces and/or bodies with the clan colors: black and white. Sounding of the Horn: The Horn of Yar is an important relic in Yar culture. It is sounded at any event deemed significant enough. This can include religious gatherings, feasts, battle, or even just the birth of a new cub into the clan. The horn, as many have seen, is massive, and can be easily heard for miles outside of the capitol. See “Important Links” at the bottom of this post for links to the Yar Clan’s more interesting traditions. <<<D Law: The giving of the law, as originally told in Anthos: Malog’s head was boiling over with frustration. He needed to clear his mind. Nux’Ugluk’s decision to side with the Kaxils enraged him to no end. He decided to go out to the desert and meditate, “Purhapz da zpirutz wull gib mi guidenze,” he thought. As he sat atop a large dune, he peered down at an adolescent scaddernak scurrying over to a small cave. The beast was not fully grown yet, but was still easily big enough to kill a small group of Uruks. The cave’s entrance instantly snapped shut on the encroaching scaddernak, severing both of its pincers and three of its left legs. The creature lay helpless with half its legs gone, as a hulking mass shifted out of the sand. The sand gave way to a massive shell, and what seemed to be a cave proved to be a mouth. When the dust cleared, an enormous tortoise nearly the size of a modest gatehouse stood looming over the crippled scaddernak. The words “Duhnah skhelll” passed Malog’s lips as he watched in amazement. The duhnah skhelll lifted one of its tremendous legs, and smashed its prey. It then proceeded to swallow the scaddernak whole. Malog took this as a sign from the spirits, and hurried back to Gronkkston. He gathered his supporters from within the Ugluk clan, and told them what he saw. He then told them about his ancestor, Yar, a wise and powerful shaman. He had decided that if he couldn’t regain the Ugluk clan, he’d lead his followers away from the dangerous path down which that clan was being led. He had decided to lead them down the path of wisdom; the path of honor. He blew the great bronze horn he’d previously constructed atop the massive hill near Gronkkston, announcing the formation of the Yar clan. After blowing the horn, Malog then spoke forth the law code of the Yar Clan: ~ In order to ensure the Yar Clan did not stray from the path of honor, ten laws were set in place for the clan to uphold. ~ Do not kill your fellow orc unprovoked or outside of an agreed-upon klomp, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not consume the flesh of your fellow orc, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not steal from your fellow orc, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not free your fellow orc’s slave, nor enslave your fellow orc, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not practice the magic of the pink skin, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not disrespect your fellow orc or his property, especially an orc in authority over you. This includes challenging the Wargoth or Chieftain without legitimate reason, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not live amongst the pink skin, to dwell in their cities, nor to walk in their ways, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not speak the language of the pink skin, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not take the pink skin as your lifemate, for such is an abomination to Krug. Do not worship the gods of the pink skins, for such is an abomination to Krug. ~ Failure to comply by the laws of Clan Yar will result in the following: ~ Harrowing: Any orc who breaks a clan law but is still considered redeemable may be exiled to a dangerous land for a period of time. He may either be sent into the deserts without any food or tools, or into known enemy territory. Should the accused return alive, his crimes are completely forgiven, and he is welcomed back as a brother. Beheading: This is your average beheading. The head is then piked in a public place with a sign indicating the offender's name and whitewashed status. Heart Removal: An orc who commits a particularly heinous offence is restrained while his beating heart is cut from his chest. The heart is then piked in a public area with a sign indicating the offender's name and whitewashed status. Deboning: This punishment, due to its gruesome nature, is reserved primarily for the most repugnant crimes. The only exception to this rule is towards non-orcs, who may experience this fate merely at the whim of the clan leader. An orc, however, must commit a severe atrocity to suffer this punishment. The accused is restrained while his bones are broken and removed from his body. The bones are then piled up and burned in a desecration ceremony. >>> <<< Yar Clan Chants: Blessed of Yar Shout unto Krug, Blessed of Yar! Throughout the Uzg, Bear it far; The glorious name! Glory to Yar! His wisdom will reign! Glory to Yar! Harvest Life is toil; Life is pain. Till the soil; Wait for rain. Blood coats plow, Workers groan. Harvest now Flesh agh bone! Raise the Luzk Raise the luzk! Shout aloud! Bare latz tusks! Make Krug proud! Bodies sever From their spirits! they'll forever Dread agh fear us! Cubs’ Chant Chant to the Wargoth, leading us to glory. Chant to the Choppers, on the battlefield. Chant to the Trappers, in the burning desert. Chant to the Workers, pounding steel. We are the Yar cubs, builders of the future, Agh we the Yar cubs swear to lat; Loyal devotion! Fearless devotion! Agh to klomp until we’re flat! Chant to the faithful members of the Yar Clan. Chant to the Skhelll lethality. Chant to the Yar Clan; ever wise and mighty! Clan of wisdom agh victory! <(*)> Important Links: Shrunken Heads: Bone Trees: Bone Gavels: Bone Singing (Throat Singing): Yar Clan Runes: Yar Funerary Rites: The Horn of Yar: Story of Yar: Information on the Duhna Skhelll can be found here under “Orcish Wildlife”

Hereupon came midnight, Dominus Grishnaakh’Raguk having awoken from the midst of a slumber, of which he struggled to slip deeply into, similarly so to previous nights. Rising back unto his feet, the elf looked up to the stars, that glimmered a white hue through his tired eyes. This night was no different from that of the night he’d spoken with Phaedrus; just as tiresome and dull as such. The air, which took a deep hue of grey, was more akin to the hue of a bayou, just as murky and heavy. In a struggled attempt to reconnect with his troubled thoughts, Grishnaakh returned from whence he usually strung about; the bottom level of the shaman’s den. Drapes and vines swept across the surface of his long locks of blonde, glare of several torches appearing in the mint green of his beady eyes. The heat, having scalded upon his, now dried, branding of Skalp’Raguk manifesting a throbbing pain upon his flesh. T’was then that it came to him, Skalp’Raguk. A name he knew much of, but seldom heard of since beyond yesteryear; many, many moons beyond. But alas, to Grishnaakh, himself, there was, and will nay ever exist true death, only a change of worlds. And hereupon, so began the elf’s first journey into the Ancestral Realm, since that of Phaedrus’Yar, the Honourary Rex to his own Rexdom during Athera. The Lutauman sat at a rug, reaching into his pockets for a pipe of maple, of which’d previously been imbued with a weak strand of Thunderkrug, from whatever much was left from his mentor’s personal storage. With the burning of herbs, the scent of sage lingered through the heavy air, a sweat coming upon Grishnaakh with the eternal burning of the mind-altering flora, a psychedelia therein materialising in his own cerebral plane of thought, and vision. He brought his fists down upon a set of alligator drums, of which he’d harvested and crafted on his own, the pelt of the poor creature tearing and grating across his long nails with every beat of his free hand against its weak surface. Boom, the drum went, seemingly in unison with the thumping of the Raguk’s heartbeat, the ringing of his ear serving as an instrumental to such. And therein, the chanting began. “Lok Stargûsh-hai agh Kor; gothûrz, dûrburz Kor, ob amut taargus-izg.” He began to chant, either eyelids coming to a close with the beating of the drums. “Thrak-izg taar-thu, krum botlab-û urzkû, agh gaakh-izg irz-tuk mâdûrz.” Slowly so, the elf’s eyelids grew heavier, and heavier with the increasingly loud beating of the drums, the tiresome feeling having come upon him later than he’d anticipated it, earlier upon his day, when the night was still young and prosperous, and when clouds still wafted through the unwavering boredom of the sky high o’er heather. And, as it did the time prior, a near translucent aura manifested under the roof of the shaman’s den, embellishing the air surrounding himself at a slowed pace, however surely so. He’d grown familiar to this sensation, if he remained awake to watch as it managed in a calm struggle, and had grown to a liking of such a manifestation. A tether pulled at him therein, tying back at his stoic form, as a metaphysical noose would, like a burden, the beating of the drums coming to a halt promptly. Grishnaakh’Raguk succumbed to the tether. At first, there was nothing, only chaos reigning the domain of his mind, coupled with a backdrop of pure darkness more akin to onyx than much else. With a blink of an eye, he regained sight; with the thundering of storm clouds beyond, he began to hear; and, with the cool breeze hitting against his face mercilessly, he began to feel. For, as he did one previous time, the Raguk had walked, and did such beyond his own realm of existence. Emerald fumes rose from the ground below himself, that of Gundâr Broshan, cracks in the ground mirroring those of the sky which held a dull jet colour to itself. Above, deep grey clouds loomed ominously, a reason for concern amongst those who seldom frequented Stargûsh’Stroh, however a reassuring sign to himself. Before himself stood the Gate of Kor, shackles of unknown origin feeling against the edges of such, as though to represent the nature of death, in and of itself. The orthodoxy of the world he walked most of his days having left him behind, all oddities and obscurities that may have occurred under the sky of the Ancestral Realm retained a mundanity to them, in the eyes of Grishnaakh, for this was only a matter for further appreciation of the spirits. “Lûk-ob Maehr, broshân urzkû.” A simple lantern of aquamarine fry came to be from the obsidian which formed the walls of Doraz agh Kor, a hand of similar tonality materialising in the air before Grishnaakh, bringing itself down near the ground to pick the elf up, raising him beyond the ceiling to the sky. With a flash of a bedazzled grin, the man scanned the lands before himself, managing a glance at Turu Dobu Ziimarum through his naïveté, Kor having taken notice of such. “Atîg, lok gothûrz Kor.” He replied gently, gates swinging beyond his view at such, little hesitation therein from Kor. “Hon-tû.” The spirit responded at such, dematerialising into a hazy fog as he motioned for the elf to pass through. And so began Grishnaakh’s walk to the Fields of Many Tranquility, passing through several passages along the way, with cloaked sons and daughters of Krug and Maehr watching the high elf expectantly, as though he were to fulfil something in particular. Finally so, the Dominus arrived at whereupon he’d hoped to go, presumably, passing through the buffalo grass of Turu Dobu Ziimarum until he’d managed to see the blindness of an empty corridor. Seldom prospered much in these halls, which took to a projection of utter silence, and darkness, save for the eternal flickering and crackling of fry before himself. As though an endless spiral, and descent into nothing, the walls before Grishnaakh took nothing but further blindness, if any such was possible at all. There was little space to wander amuck to and from, the elf therefore opting to remain stood upon his own two feet. “I have come a long way for you, o’ honourable Clan Father, Skalp’Raguk.” Grishnaakh’Raguk called out expectantly, in the old tongue, the hollowness of the halls instead returning but his own echo in concurrence to his heed of call. Little else became of this silence, the eternal burning of oak continuing to meander in smell and sound. “Broshan, Grishnaakh.” A voice uttered back apathetically, as though not all too eager nor excited, only bored and dull. “Why have you come here, into my own domain?” Such a voice could only be matched to his own might, Skalp’Raguk the Honourable. “I require your guidance, Skalp. Just last cactus day, I spoke with Phaedrus in a spirit walk, with the same request, and yet-” Grishnaakh’s voice echoed through the entirety of the corridor, if there was any such thing as an ending to the constant darkness to it. “I feel just as lost as I did then.” “Speak then, Grishnaakh.” Skalp’s disembodied voice urged for the elf to continue. “I feel lost, as though I do not even know who I am any longer.” He began, a troubled smirk coming upon his visage, in signifying his distress at such a situation, club of bone gripped tightly within his other hand. “All I have ever done is for the sake of pleasing others. I become other people, for such purposes, and now I do not know who I am.” “Nobody asked for you to do so, Grishnaakh.” Further off, Skalp snickered at such naïveté, as though seeing the silliness in such a remark. “Why should you care for the opinions of others, besides yourself?” The voice spat, continuing along its answer. “**** them. You are your own person, Grishnaakh, and you may so go on to do whatever you wish.” “I see.” Grishnaakh placed a hand at his Adam’s apple in a further understanding of Skalp’s philosophy, an uncertainty therein in his neutral, tentative tone. “Well then, perhaps it was high time I searched for who I truly am.” “You are leaving now?” His voice heeded once more, tongue continually brash through the entirety of the interaction, however not at all in a harmful, nor disrespectful sense. “Well then, go make a ******* shrine for me or.. Something. I didn’t die for people to disturb my rest.” With the uttering of a final chuckle, Grishnaakh bobbed his head in reverence to the spirit, stumbling backwards only once before tripping unto the floor in a hurried crash, therein leaving the silence and crimson of the room behind, as he jolted back awake in a cold sweat, amidst the thick, warm air of the shaman’s den.

Third Empire - The Decline ---------- "The stars seemed brighter, long ago, before the accursed ascended to the emptiness of the inky, black void. They are a savage people, badly designed for violence, and yet so prone to it. Each day, I stare out across the darkness and the stars seem darker - a foolish thought perhaps, but each moment of their rule feels as if it bleeds the Galaxy of a little more life. I would weep, but such tears would be wasted, and I have greater regrets - for which I shall reserve my sorrows." The year is 10'360AE. A shroud of darkness has fallen across the Third Empire. On Kaumai, the Imperial Capital, the newly coronated Emperor Rän-ji rules from his palace-moon, high above the heads of the commoners where his influence seems to wane by the day, and the senate is consumed by a state of constant deadlock. He has come to the throne of a bitterly divided and stagnating Empire, where far off Stellarchs rule as Warlords, the Senate plots against his rule and the military is the weakest it has ever been. Worse still, his power is even more eroded by the loss of much of the Empire's Psykics, who were once the arteries that allowed fast communication to every corner of the Galaxy, allowing for instant communication, and enforcing the Imperial will wherever they were present. This Great Decline has lasted five hundred years, and the effects are becoming only more prominent, with every passing cycle, more and more cracks spread across the Empire’s foundations. A great era of decadence has rotted away the heart of the Third Empire, while the brutally oppressed commoners have raised their heads, determined to improve the conditions of their lives. Meanwhile, the fighting around Buath continues unabated, as the Irearch lurks, waiting for his chance to crush the Empire, once and for all. Psykics: The Psykic Arts were once the foundation upon which the Empire was built. Psykics were once incredibly common - they served as interrogators, officials, communicators and more. That day has long passed, for now Psykics are perhaps the rarest caste that can be found in the Galaxy. The few that remain are almost exclusively reserved by the Emperor, the Senate or the Stellarchs - where they provide key lines of communication, and skilled secret agents. There are many aspects to Psykic powers - most of which are long lost. The most used, and the few remembered, Psykic abilities include long range instantaneous communication, the ability to search a person's mind, the power to inflict terrible pain without touch, and other such skills. Application: Starting Systems: All Stellarchs appointed by the Empire are given charge of a certain handful systems to administer and enforce Imperial law throughout. You are allowed to select no more than 10 systems (You can have less, I guess..), they must all be connected. Point Distributions (21 Total): Loyalty: Influence: Military: Leadership: Infrastructure: Your Stellarch (Their name + Personal backstory): Additional Characters?: Provincial Culture: All corners of the Empire, however isolated or sparsely populated- were all conquered or colonized by Humans, and more importantly, the Empire. Imperial culture itself varies across the galaxy, however, certain aspects of it, more specifically, naming conventions are based around the Maori / Polynesians of our world. While it is not mandatory to adhere to such naming conventions, we would greatly appreciate it. Human Variants?: For thousands of years humans have inhabited most corners of the galaxy. During such a vast amount of time, certain populations have began to offshoot from the main branch of humanity to better suit their environment, usually mainly in the form of visual differences, but other adaptations have been noted. You are allowed to choose such a variant, so long as you are positioned within the Mid-Outer Rims. Note, this is mainly for RP purposes. Unique Military Units (Two): Pick a number between 1-10:

OLD WOUNDS REOPENED “And the uruk carcass gathered in a wretched mound beneath the snowy precipice, no match for Igor Ireheart and the Hammer of Barradin, which quivered in his left hand.” The Chronicles of Igor Ireheart Volume II, Wulfgar Grandaxe circa 1642. The drums of war sound from deep within Kal’Evraal, calling the dwed to arms once more. Utak watches atop the obsidian throne as his kinsfolk swell in the hall before him, a reunion of dwed in defence of their country. Feuds forgotten, a kinship reforged in common cause, the dwed once again rally to defend Urguan from the Uruk locusts. The scourge in the east is a threat that grows ever stronger; Krugmar have sanctioned attacks against dwed, and prevented any peaceful resolution to the situation from happening. A Dwed has turned up beardless, tortured and savaged by Krughai bandits - an act celebrated by the Krugmar Rex. This is a betrayal that must be avenged, and a grudge that must be resolved. The greenskins will be dealt with once and for all, as old foes meet again. Utak raises his hand, quieting the room as he begins to address the audience below him. “I have given this moment much thought, and wondered what I might say to this congregation of my kin. I concluded that there is no wisdom that I can bestow upon this crowd, so rich with experience and knowledge, that it will not already possess. There is also no advice that can be offered by myself to a band of veterans such as this, so hardened by the trials of war, and so familiar with situations such as this. Instead I will remind you of one thing - The axes and hammers of Urguan have grown restless, and savages threaten our kingdom and livelihood. You know what must be done to right this wrong and deal justice to those that offer us harm; bloody our weapons with our eastern enemy. There is only one outcome that to be realised in this conflict, Dungrimm with us we shall ensure it.” The King sits, as a raucous orchestra of roars and cries erupt around the hall. He offers a faint smile, readying himself to lead his Kingdom into war. Type of War : Conquest CBs : Discussed in Private. Attackers : Urguan and Allies Defenders : Krugmar and Allies Wargoals : Conquest Location & Proposed : Time : TBD Contact Information : ?????????#1445

Vol.1 of my unfinished Krugmar project. This is just a an example / concept of how it should look like. Full version will be released in the upcoming week, which should be drastically enhanced in total. If anyone wants to participate in the upcoming shootings of the video, shoot me a PM through Discord ; Pieman#2313

The Death of an Olog It was a warm day in the lands of sutica, all was calm and the square was lively with folk as it always was, up until the sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard. An olog slowly trodded into the city, the giant eyeing over each and every one of the puny creatures, hungry for food, but even moreso then that, hungry to prove himself to wud. For this olog had done terrible things, and lost the favor of the spirits whom he worshiped. The void had taken his honor, his will, the big mouf that he fed had taken his daughter. It was time to prove himself once again to the spirits, to show his strength, and to prove that he may one day walk with his bruddas whom he had tricked and led to their deaths for his voidal momo. The olog readied his warclub, before issuing a challenge to the entirety of the city. It was time for these defilers of the spirits to be shown the strength of Krug, the might of Enthrok, and the hunger of Wud. He charged into the square beginning to lay waste to folk, crushing bones and proving the ferocity of his kin. The bells of war rang throught the city, and the square began to fill with the filthy mojo users, archers, and brave swordsmen. One elf, a ker of the ashwood clan Xavis, threw what seemed to be fire incarnate at the olog, setting him ablaze. the olog, full of rage and pain, embraced this fire, becoming a pillar of anger, rage, and death. He crushed the elves shoulder, sending him plummeting to the ground, and was about to crush another swordsman's skull, before the ascended, Rickard of Carnatia, came into the square. he shot a blast of his mojo at the ologs skull, denting it and sending the olog flying into a tree, nearly instantly killing the creature. Broken and bruised, Shrog the Olog, Elder of the Ogr clan, Former member of the clan Shuzig, Mouf of the olog hai, the Pale Death, Hunchback, father of a human cub, began to stand, his whole form charred, his black ferrum armor and spikes of aurum the only discernable thing within his inferno of death. The olog took one... two steps, looking to each of those whom eyed him with fear and terror, the olog a menacing threat even without the fire on his skin. He shouted into the city “Miz Vlat.... Vor tha Zpiridz...” before crumpling to the ground, his form being burned and charred by the flames around him, his greatclub clattering to the side. The olog had fallen, and would not rise again.

The Gorkil Warrior’s Arsenal “Zteel iz onleh az hozh az dah flezh dat wieldz it, but ah warriur ztill needz hiz toolz” - Mûrak’Gorkil The Philosophy on Armaments An Orc is born into the world with the gift of his race’s evolution and descendance from Krug to be naturally gifted killers. When thinking about an Orc, and their physical condition, they are closer to chimpanzees or gorillas, than Humans, in terms of strength. But even so, there are more beasts in the world that were born with even greater feats of natural, predisposed ability to take the lives of contesting prey. As such, a Blacksmith must look apon the Orc condition as the framework to a killing machine, then with a fine and precise tool, decide what must be added, and what must be protected. A sword, to many Orcs, must be massive, heavy and adorned with numerous spikes along it’s serrated edge. However, such a crude weapon gives little benefit in exchange for a clumsy and tiresome experience for the wielder. The rules of weaponry and armour must apply the same to a Gorkil as it does to the weaker races, who can’t rely on strength alone to keep them alive. Every ounce of steel, serrated spike or gap in the armour must have its purpose. Gorkil swords seem very similar to their Human counterparts, albeit Gorkil swords are proportionally sized to their strength, so that they are not too cumbersome, yet take advantage of being able to be longer. The same applies to armour. Breastplates are only as thick as is necessary to withstand the piercing of bows and crossbows. Helmets as enclosed as possible without causing too much restriction in the eye-sight of the wearer. When such a philosophy is carried out by an Orc, they become an almost unstoppable force of nature. Both physically gifted, and paired with fine-tuned weapons of war Common Weapon-types Military Weapons Shaatii, the Spear The weapon a Gorkil is first taught to use is the spear. Perhaps the most neglected weapon amongst Orcs and many races, however, it has been present amongst the entire duration of history. A spear is longer than the vast amount of weapons carried, far faster, capable of delivering fatal stab-wounds upon first incision, and can be paired with a shield. Such a weapon is most prevalent during hunts, where many beasts, such as Wyverns or Straadoths, may decapitate an Orc with one singular strike. To avoid such a quick demise, it is advised to remain at a distant, outside the beast’s attacking range. However, spears also make exceptionally well at piercing tough hides. If the spear-head is thin, even a Wyvern’s rough hide cannot resist the streamline metal piercing through, sethering arteries and tearing tendons. Poleluzk, the Poleaxe - Similar to the spear in use, a Poleaxe is granted to a Gorkil once they have grasped the fundamentals of using a Spear. With a spike on its head, an axe-head at the front and hammer-head on the back, it’s a highly diverse weapon, but requires more skill, and is best paired to a warrior when fully armoured. Due to the added affixes at the top of the weapon, it needs to be shorter so that its weight is not too far away from the wielder, thus meaning the wielder is then closer to the enemy, and more likely to be hit. Despite the set-back, however, the Poleluzk is often a display of a Gorkil’s prowess in combat. Shaatii-Luzk, the Halberd - Adopted after its use by many Human nations, the Halberd is a two-handed weapon, as long as most spears, but carry an in-wards angled axe-head underneath it’s spike. The weapon is best used on the battlefield, in a formation of Halberds to create an opposing formation that have the capability to both hold off and withstand an enemy for long periods of time, or cause heavy hitting strikes whilst standing at range to deal a surprising amount of casualties. It’s not entirely uncommon for a General to switch-out the use of Spears amongst the main force of his army to use Halberds, if the General believes the enemy will be fielding few archers, or if the General believes the enemy is most susceptible to being over-run and slaughtered in the battle. Leydzult, the Greatsword - Perhaps the rarest sword used by Gorkils that is still documented to be used, the Leydzult is chosen by very few Gorkils, and just as many are skilled in its use. It’s advantage lies within its size, and hitting power, however, such advantages are also gained in other two-handed weapons, but have less downsides. Many Gorkil commanders and strategists have debated over how a Leydzult should be used in battle, but perhaps the most prevalent is their ability to make big, scything swipes against spear or pike formations, batting the weaponry aside so that the opposing side may advance. Despite the weapon’s controversy and rarity, the Leydzult is still considered a noble and honourable sight. Representing the power and strength of the Orcish race, and it’s potential to cut a fighting warrior cleanly in-half during battle when in the hands of an Orc. Side-Arms Longzult, the Longsword - Every Gorkil should be armed well enough to defend himself, and his kin, at all times. Where-as a spear can be cumbersome to carry around during your daily tasks, a longsword can sit more comfortably on the hip. Compared to other sidearms, such as a single-handed axe or mace, the Longsword has impressive range, and is also very agile, whilst capable of delivering immediately fatal blows to foes. The weapon is very well balanced in all aspects a sword can be used for. Thrusting, cutting and even, in many longsword designs, piercing maille. A skilled Longswordsman with a longsword tapered well enough to pierce maille can defeat even a foe in full-plate, so long as they employ half-swording. Kurvedzult, the Saber - Instinctually, for many Orcs once adrenaline has taken over and the bloodlust has sunk in, the natural pre-disposition is to start start wailing and slicing at the opponent. Although such lack of skill and control over the bloodlust is frowned upon by Gorkils, it can be easier for some to use a weapon that emphasize cutting and slicing in it’s fighting style. Thanks to the curved edge of sabers, striking an opponent will cause the edge to slide even more along their body, and due to the curve, the edge of the sword lands with less surface-area. To anybody that knows about physics, something that is sharp, hits hard and has less surface area will pierce deeper than a normal sword with a flat edge, which has more surface area on impact. However, such emphasis and cutting power of sabers comes at the price of more difficult and restrictive stabbing. Depending on the curvature of a Saber, the wielder must angle the weapon at an angle in order to get a clean thrust, and even then, such an angle often makes the thrust less powerful, and make piercing the target more shallowly. The saber, to many Gorkils, is considered a more savage and ruthless weapon. Duf, the Knife - Carried by every Orc almost everywhere, a knife is highly useful in everday life. However, due to the philosophy of always being armed and ready for combat, many Gorkils carry knives that can be used in combat if necessary, or specialized to pierce chainmaille when grappling. A design for combat would be a Messer, a design created by Humans, or a stiletto, excellent at piercing chainmaille. Shakop, the Mace: A fairly uncommon sight amongst Gorkil warriors, the mace is purely designed for striking opponents in armour, or more particularly in the head. A poor choice for a main side-arm, however they can be useful if carried around with another weapon, like a sword, incase fighting an armoured opponent. When compared with the strength of an Orc, however, they can cause devastating blows, snapping bone, mashing flesh into a bloody pulp and caving-in skulls. The mace can also be affixed with sharp flanges surrounding it’s metal-globe, causing it’s force to be centralized on a small surface area, sometimes allowing it to deliver more force upon armoured targets, but more importantly, it also means when used on unarmed foes, the metal flanges may cause deep lacerations on the skin, almost as much as a sword. The Mace is the most crude and bestial of a Gorkil’s arsenal, however, it is often very prevalent amongst ritualistic killings. Ranged Weaponry O’Lig, the Bow - One of the most common ranged pieces of weaponry used by numerous races, an Orc can make far more effective use of it’s simple design. A highly experienced and trained archer may be able to use the Longbow, at most weighing around 110lbs in draw-weight. However, an Orc, far stronger, can pull 200lbs or more, making armours such as chainmail vulnerable to it’s use, aswell as the thick hides of numerous beasts. af-Shaatii, the Javelin - A common ranged weapon used by many infantry and cavalry forces in the Gorkil army, it can be thrown with tremendous power from an Orc, and with the right spear-tip, can pierce targets better than a bow, such as shields. If in desperate straights, it can also be used as a short spear, however the only downside having to carry it around, which is usually only done when expecting conflict. Flakas, the Sling - An ancient weapon, used before Orcs knew how to make bows and used in replacement of throwing rocks. The Sling, despite it’s crude and ancient origins is still an effective weapon when used by the right wielder on the correct target. With the power of an Orc, swinging around the slung rock, or even metal ball, it may be propelled with skull crushing and bone splintering force. An added benefit to the unlikely weapon is it’s incredibly easy to carry size and inconspicuous design. af-Pilik, Tomahawk - An uncommon weapon, only a select few Gorkils choose to carry one or more of these weapons. Ineffective against most armour, and even gambeson is most cases, the Tomahawk, or throwing axe, is a close-ranged throwing weapon that is optimized and specifically made to devastate unarmoured targets. This weapon, however, takes a long time to train with and is limited in it’s use. Krûklak, the Crossbow - A typically unfavoured ranged weapon, due to the fact it generally doesn’t benefit from Orcish size or strength, the Crossbow is still a choice for any Orc. It’s by far the easiest to aim, requiring a small amount of time to practise with and can be pre-loaded to be quickly and readily fired when it may be needed later. However, it suffers from a load and prep time that’s longer than the other forms of ranged weapon, and generally must be done when standing still. Light Armour kaal-Mau, Gambeson - The most common and easily accessible type of armour, many believe Gambeson to be only used by peasants, or that it is next to useless when protecting against weaponry. However, the tightly packed and thick layers of cotton or other fibers creates a very effective form of padding, and can often even restrict blows from Longswords completely, or make their damage on the body minimalized. Not only that, but they are highly effective when worn under another layer of armour, such as chainmaille, plate or even a leather jerkin. It is essential to all forms of warrior, from peasant to fully armoured veteran. horn-Mau, Leather - Typically a rare form of armour, due to its price and usefulness for other more important items, like boots, belts and gloves, it’s a much more common sight amongst Orcs who belong to Clans with it’s own Clan-beasts that have hides more sturdy than common cattle, aswell as going on many hunts against large beasts who may yield a large amount of highly durable leather. When standard cow leather is boiled, it’s durability is on par with standard gambeson, however it typically does not provide as much padding, making it less preferable against blunt weaponry. However, if a beast such as a Wyvern or Jabbernak is slain and skinned, it’s thick and dense leather can sometimes rival the strength of chainmaille. A skilled warrior often chooses such armour as a sign of his prowess. Medium Armour gaium-Mau, Chainmaille - One of the most common armour types used by a Gorkil, gaium-Mau is well-rounded in it’s protection, weight and mobility. Both scouts and warriors can put this armour to good use, paired with gambeson beneath to bring it to its peak potential. Many Gorkils do not increase the thickness of their rings to provide extra protection, but keep them at the same size of a Human’s. This gives them enough protection from most weapons, but makes the armour very light, making long-lasting combat much easier, and allowing the Gorkil to undergo a bloodlust in peak vigour. hiis-Mau, Scalemaille/Lamellar/Coat of Plates - Also called lamellar by some, scalemaille is less common than chainmaille, however it’s design of overlapping plates makes piercing more difficult, as weaponry must first slip through the plates at an awkward angle before passing through. Some instead make the overlapping less tight and compact, allowing more movement to grant the wearer less restriction, but makes penetrating the armour less difficult. More commonly worn by Warboar riders, the design is less heavy than chainmaille, although more-so because it cannot cover as many areas, such as the joints, and so thinner chainmaille is often worn beneath, or segments are wrapped around exposed areas. What truly makes scalemaille popular, however, is due to cockatrice scales. Usually a task of great undertaking and difficulty, elite Gorkil warriors will track down the dangerous beast and slay it on a hunt, collecting each scale from it’s large corpse to make 2 or 3 sets of complete cockatrice scalemaille. Due to how lightweight the scales are, whilst retaining the strength of iron, a Gorkil Warrior with a set of cockatrice scalemaille is a fast, explosive and durable combatant on the field, capable of sustained pro-active combat, or riding with the fastest of the Warboar vanguard. Heavy Armour goth-Mau, Plate Armour - The most expensive, yet most protective armour any could buy. First made by the other races, it’s highly effective design was quickly adopted by the blacksmiths of Clan Gorkil, and serve as a great deed in the name of Azog upon being forged. Such all-encompassing armour slung over the body of an Orc creates an extremely powerful entity of war, and its use is regularly employed. uf-Mau, Bone Armour- Perhaps the rarest type of armour, this armour is primarily and most commonly ceremonial and used as a form of outfit, usually to show of the wearer’s skill in bringing down as many beasts as they would need to in order to make the armour. However, the rare few, often mad or obsessed with the hunt, wear bone armour for combat. In these instances, it’s usually from beasts with bones renown for their strength, such as Wyverns. Since it is bone, it regularly needs to be treated with oils and kept in the right conditions so it does not dry out and become too brittle.

i personally want 1.13 and for the devs to focus enhancing 1.13 rather than update to 1.14 with a bad chunkloading, the new blocks are cool but it doesnt replace the chunk loading, we cant move from point a to point b it takes literally too much time for travelling, maybe we can go back to 1.13 with an older save if world corruption is a concern but we cant stay in 1.14 its ruining the traveling of the map

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The Arcas Cosmology Guild Purpose There is never a short supply for knowledge and always a yearning from every new generation to gain something more than the last. The proposition of this guild is to gain and spread awareness of why the sky looks the way it does, the placement of the stars, the composition of stars, celestial bodies and what lays in the Great Beyond. Roles President: The President or Spokesperson for our guild will be managing communications with all branches and groups. They will be in charge of approving documents, agreements, projects, and general discourse of the guild. This role cannot be applied for, rather you will need to send bird to the Chairman and request an interview, and will be chosen carefully by the Council and Chairman. Council: Council members will oversee the advancements and production of the research division in addition to just discussing how things are overall going. Council members can vote for or against things the Chairman and President set in motion. These members will be personally picked by the Chairman and cannot be applied for. You must first apply for a different role and participate in the Guild to be considered for the Council. Branch Leader: Leaders or representatives of each nation, settlement, duchy and or wherever are invited to submit applications to the guild and if accepted, after interview, will be in charge of commanding the branch of their race, nation, or specific settlement. This includes sending important scientific data to the research division, President and overseeing smaller projects involved within their branch. Head of Research: The Head of Research will be regarded as the guild’s most knowledgeable scientist and will run multiple divisions of the guild including: Cosmology, Chemistry, Mechanical, and Geography. This role must be applied for, interviewed, and provide evidence of their ability to lead, guide, teach, and conduct scientific studies. Head Tinkerer: This role, which must be applied and interviewed for, will help develop equipment for both the scientific divisions and to be sold to the people of Arcas. Researcher: The researchers will serve directly under the Head of Research and Branch Leaders. You will be out in the field observing and collecting data or working whatever projects are being carried out. Beneficiary: If you are interested in the publishments of our guild and would like to donate mina, labor, or access to private land please send bird to me and you will be given the honorary Beneficiary role. In addition, you will also be gifted a unique telescope and monthly updates on our projects and discoveries. Member: Want to scout locations, send data, or provide help to our guild? Ask to become a member and you will be given tasks by researchers or branch leaders to fulfill. In addition you will be provided a copy of the monthly journal sent out. Star-Gazer: Are you interested in the stargazing events that will be held? Please ask for the Star-Gazer role and you will be updated on when and where they take place. Events On top of having weekly to bi-weekly meetings this guild will host numerous scientific lectures, debates, tours of the Astronomy tower, and stargazing trips to various locations. All are welcome to join in whether for fun, a learning experience, or to contribute. Meeting Locations Currently, a tower where the epicenter of our guilds activity will be is being finalized and constructed. While we will meet there, specific locations will be disclosed to members of every branch and division on where to meet in the meantime. These locations will be decided by branch leaders and or beneficiaries who wish to host the guild. In addition, said locations will be used alongside the Astronomy tower. Application OOC Information MC IGN: Discord: Timezone: RP Information Persona Name: Race: Gender: Age: Desired Role: [Optional] Specification: (If you are applying for the researcher role please specify which division you’d like to enter [cosmology, chemistry, mechanical, or geography.])