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OOC, please read: [!]Gorom feeling overwhelmed [!]Within the jungles of the horde a faceless jungle tribe makes its presence known! Across the jungles and deserts of the horde, they place this message for all to see. Greetings fellow inhabitants of these sacred jungles and our neighbors in the Iron Horde, It is with both trepidation and conviction that we emerge from the shadows to address a matter of great concern that has newly haunted our ancestral lands. We stand united under the banner of the Verdant Shadows, a combined people sworn to protect the harmony of this jungle we call home. For the past couple years, we have observed the comings and goings of Gorom the Collector, a wanderer whose penchant for marking his travels with signs has brought discord to our sacred abode. We, the Verdant Shadows, believe it is time to shed light on the issues that have arisen from Gorom's actions, issues that threaten the very heart of our jungle community. The olog known as Gorom, in his quest to commemorate his journeys, has knowingly paved the way for external forces to exploit our land. His signs, innocent as they may seem, act as beacons to bandits and those who seek to pillage and disrupt the tranquility of our homes. These invaders and bandits interpret his markings as invitations to prey upon our resources and people, leaving a trail of chaos in their wake. Though others may be ignorant, we see past his pitiful facade. FOR THIS, WE WILL NOT STAND To the Iron Horde: We, the Verdant Shadows, cannot stand idly by as our sacred home is desecrated. We seek to rectify this situation, to restore balance to our jungles. However, we are not without reason and understanding. Instead of acting first, we give an ultimatum of peace: 1. We of the Verdant Shadows demand that all of Gorom’s Signs within the Iron Horde are broken, each piece turned to sawdust and spread across the jungle’s floors. 2. We of the Verdant Shadows demand Gorom to be handed over as prisoner, enslaved for his lifetime to atone for his transgressions. Should this not be met within 2 years, we will come unto your lands and remove these signs ourselves, leaving destruction ten fold of what your olog has brought to us. Your walls will fall. Orcs will die. Gorom will be enslaved. To all other nomads of the Jungles: The Verdant Shadows call upon all those who hold the jungle's well-being close to their hearts to join us in our quest for a harmonious resolution. Let our voices be heard, and may the jungles endure. For all matters related to this ultimatum and the concerns presented, please direct your communications to Sylvan Keera, the appointed emissary of the Verdant Shadows. Sylvan Keera will serve as the primary contact for any discussions or inquiries. [[OOC: To send a bird, IGN: Hermit_Jack or setup a time to RP, discord: hermitjack. Anyone within the horde is able to participate and contribute to the event's outcome!]] In unity, The Verdant Shadows [!]A drawing of verdant eyes overlooking the jungles, the Verdant Shadow's Crest
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[!]Gorom finding his sign broken again Gorom, a towering and simple-minded Olog, enjoyed his time with his kin in The Iron Horde. Every morning, he would painstakingly carve and paint a wooden sign declaring "GoRoM WuZ HeAr!" only to find it broken by mischievous hands or the elements by day's end. His dim eyes would reflect a mix of disappointment and confusion as he gathered the shattered pieces, his massive hands clumsily attempting to mend the damage. Despite the constant setbacks, Gorom's spirit remained unbroken. With each failed attempt, his determination only seemed to grow stronger. On a fateful day, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, Gorom decided it would be his last stand. With a resolute gleam in his eyes, he carved a new sign, simpler than before, but bearing a profound message. The sign now read, "GorOM WuZn'T HEaR." each stroke etched with a mix of pride and sentimentality. He was sure this new message would dissuade those from tearing down his hard work. As he placed the sign firmly into the ground, his heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of emotions. A sense of accomplishment washed over him, knowing that this time, his message would endure. Yet, a tinge of sadness lingered, for this marked the end of his persistent battle to maintain his humble presence in the village. With a final, determined nod, Gorom took a step back, gazing at his handiwork with a newfound sense of peace, as if silently imparting his simple wisdom and enduring spirit to all who would pass by.
