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  1. THE WARFORGE OF KRUGMAR _______________________________________________ The sounds of hammering can be heard from the center of Krugmar, heat blasting out the door of the forge. Grunting and singing can be heard, going beat or beat with the hammer. The heart of Krugmar is beating. Whenever war rages, we can see the demand for tools, armor, weapons, cannons, ammunition, increase tenfold. As the cannon fodder rides into battle with glory and honor, we want them to have full trust in the blade in their hands. Even out of wartime, we prepare our soldiers for their next WAGH, as Krugmar is an armory in practice.This story has been told many times, by many mouths, heard by many ears. We must produce. We must create. We must prevail. What The Warforge Provides From the warforge, quality items will be supplied by our manifold smiths. Our job is to take care of all gear needs of the Horde and its close allies. An Uruk asking for gear will not be charged by any means. Our forge will supply any new smiths with quality metals, with many opportunities to learn arts, some examples being Warforging and Haruspexy. We will not expect you to use your own resources to build, but we expect that any Horde resources must be used for bettering the Horde, one way or another. We are an open forge, therefor other bruhdahz will be wurkin in it. SIGNED, BRUNLE KRUGMA'GORKIL [The symbol of a scorpion riding a toad would be stamped here]
  2. INTRODUCTION The Targoth pondered ideas to strengthen and organize the Krughai. He decided to discard the previous ranking system, abolishing past ranks making Waghbozz Targoth And Matar the only ranks remaining. As Uruk are already expected to participate in the military and in battles. Instead, a new elite rank, named Matar, would be created exclusively for the strongest and bravest Uruk in the horde. This rank wouldn't be given but earned through proving one's worth to the Targoth in battle and various other ways. All members of this elite force were expected to be capable of wreaking havoc in battle and tearing through enemies, bringing glory to Krug. THE MATAR OF THE KRUGHAI The Matar consist of a group of Uruk, the best trained and loyal to Krugmar. They come from a long history of doing seemingly impossible tasks; the Targoth and Rex would use this group of elite Uruk to go out on the most dangerous of missions. To join this elite force you have to have proven yourself to be an elite warrior. They are handpicked by both the Targoth and the Rex.. The Matar would like to go together to pillage and loot their enemies. As an elite warrior, those of the Matar are expected to be silent, quick, and deadly. By the time you find out the Matar has hit you, they’re already gone. It takes a special kind of person to qualify for this role, and if you do, you’d better be ready to prove it with your smarts, strength and willingness to march head-on into impossible situations. THE WARBOSS The Waghbozz rank would only be obtained through long commitment to the Krughai and from already being one of the Matar. If there is a spot open among the three spots of becoming a Waghbozz the member of the Matar would fight a current Waghbozz the fight spectated by the Targoth and that would determine whether they get the Rank of Waghbozz based off of how well they do against one of the current Waghbozz. Continuing to brainstorm, the Targoth also decided to revamp the Waghbozz rank into a role reserved for Uruks who had attained the Matar rank. Promotion to this level would only happen with Targoth or Rex approval. If an Uruk wished to challenge an existing Waghbozz, they need Targoth or Rex approval, demonstrating their worthiness for the rank. The orc needs to be on par with the current Targoth to lead the Krughai and Matar. The reformed Waghbozz rank would resemble the old one but consist of a maximum of three elite marshals worthy of leading and training the Krughai THE APEK SYSTEM Additionally, the Targoth introduced clan skirmishes, inviting clans willing to showcase their strength in skirmishes to enhance the experience of Urukz in their respective clans. Details of the clan skirmishes, including date and participating clans, would be posted on the bulletin board.The rewards of winning one of these skirmishes would be a custom weapon tailored and detailed to the winning clans culture. Signed, Apek'Gorkil Targoth of the Krughai, Wargoth of Gorkil
  3. Bruddahz Room - Drayk Intru (Da Zkah Twigie) Karin'ayla? Ti, I just roamed in Ti, I'm ayla, nae still working? This ker, right now? Did I go out? Ti, I went out, I went I went to a couple of taverns I never ciw, shit Wine or water? Did you say something about a cold drink? I don't know I'm delirious Verz Azh Kupz of da mawzy Breederz in mi old burd Mi zhud blah azh agh go blarg Mi been in dis klub tu long The breedah dat mi wud zkah Iz hozh wid azh albai But mi bi drinkin bub’much Dat mi blah ‘er eniway agh blah Koruz Zkah dat breedah dat lat lub zo bad Mi knub lat ztill tink ‘bout da tymez wi ‘ad Mi blah zkah dat breedah dat lat tink lat found Agh zins lat blah bak, mi kno ‘e’z nub arownd, nub, nub Pozt - Koruz Iz latz azleep ryght nuw? Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Blah mi, hab lat ‘erd dat leytli? Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Agh mi ztart ‘eytin’ onlee if lat meyk mi Verz Dub Uh, kupz of da krugamine All mi bruddahz been ‘ere Mi peep all of ziztahz ‘ere Mi tink zhe nub hab da tyme to kik it nub moor Klompz in da mornin’ Wub lat dewin’ datz zo important? Mi bi drinkin’ bub’muzh Dat mi blah ‘er eniway agh blah Koruz Zkah dat breedah dat lat lub zo bad Mi knub lat ztill tink ‘bout da tymez wi ‘ad Mi blah zkal dat breedah dat lat tink lat found Agh zins lat blah bak, mi kno ‘e’z nub arownd, nub, nub Pozt - Koruz (Iz latz azleep ryght nuw?) Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Blah mi, hab lat ‘erd dat leytli? Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Agh mi ztart ‘eytin’ onlee if lat meyk mi Verz Gakh Mi tink mi addikted tu zkah latz momo Agh zkah latz ziztah mi onze ‘ad Mi nub tink mi konzuiz uf meykin’ nubdedz Owt da breedahz mi zponzor til it all goez nub’hozh But, zkah, iz all hozh Wi meyd azh par-ti, yub, we meyd azh par-ti, Pinkiehz keym ovur, yub, we meyd azh par-ti Mi wuz juzt blahin’ kuz dey were juzt leavin’ Blah tu mi, pliz, nuh hab much tu beliv in Mi need lat ryght nuw, latz down tu lizten tu mi? Tu meni krugamine hab been giben tu mi Mi gu zom breedahz datz livin’ uf mi Peyd fur latz fliytz agh ‘otelz, mi azeymd Bet lat kno’ dem, mi nub blah nub neymz. Aftur agh wyle, dey all zeem da zeym Mi zkah latz momo diz week, mi egzpleyn Hab agh nub’hozh tyme, adjuztin’ tu feym Krugamine in dere mikst up Mi been blahin’ kreyzi, mi glad dat lat pikt up Hozh dat lat zteyd on Mi need zomeazh to put diz weyt on Zkah, mi zorri… Pozt - Koruz (Iz latz azleep ryght nuw?) Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Blah me, hab lat ‘erd dat leytli? Mi blah lat cud dew bettur Agh mi ztart ‘eytin’ onlee if lat meyk mi Interlood Latz nub komin’? Mi guez mi juzt ztay ‘here den. Outro Juzt zkah latz momo ‘er ziztah blah “Latz urukz kreyzi”, mi ‘op nub azh ‘erd dat. Yub, mi ‘op nub azh ‘erd dat. Kuz if dey did, mi gon’ bi in zum trubl, yub If dey did, mi gon’ bi in zum trubl, Nub Futnot Lat flat Drayk'z uruk hart, lat hab hozh fun wid latz nub'ztrong twigie, mil will klomp 'im latur. Mi in mi feelingz...zkah latz momo twigie.
  4. Maw'z Plan Drayk Intro Dat dey wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' Dey wizhin' un mi Yub.. Verz Azh Mi bi muvin' hozh, nub ztart nub trubl wid me Dry tu kip it pizful iz agh ztrugl fur mi Du nub pull ad h'azh ey am tu kuble wid mi Lat knub 'uw mi lyke it w'en lat lubbin' un mi Mi nub wun' tu ded fur dem tu miz mi Yub, mi zee da tings dat latz wiz'in um mi Mi ahm gut zom bruddahz dat oudliv mi Dey gun blah da ztori, zkah wuz difurent wid me Koruz Maw'z Plan, Maw'z Plan Mi klomp lyht zumtimez mi nub, yub Mi feel hozh, zumtimez mi nub, mi nub Mi zkah latz momo un Krugmar Road, yub zkah Mi will flat azh O-R-C, yub, wayt Mi go klomp un Petra P, yub, wae Mi mayk zuur mi bruddahz eat Agn ztill… Pozt-Koruz Nub'hozh tings Iz bub'nub'hozh tings Dat dey wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' Dey wizhin' un mi Nub'hozh tings Iz bub'nub'hozh tings Dat dey wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' Dey wizhin' un mi Yub, BRUDDAHZ! Verz Dub Zhe blah 'Do lat lub mi?' Mi blah her 'Onlee partli' Mi onlee lub mi bed an' mi momo mi zori H’ty dub, mi even gut it datted un mi H'gakhty azh, latz bring da krazherz tu da partee Agh lat kno' mi Turn da 1-3 in tu da 4-3, dawg Wid out mi bruddahz der wud mi nub mi 'mahin' ef mi nevur ate da twiggiez Koruz Maw'z Plan, Maw'z Plan Mi nub kan du diz un mi own, nub wae Zum twig peepin' diz zkah kloze, yub, kloze Mi bin mi zinz Blargy Road, yub, road Mi will flat azh O-R-C, yub, wayt Mi go klomp un Petra P, yub, wae Mi mayk zuur mi bruddahz eat Agn ztill… Pozt-Koruz Nub'hozh tings Iz bub'nub'hozh tings Dat dey wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' Dey wizhin' un mi Nub'hozh tings Iz bub'nub'hozh tings Dat dey wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' agh wizhin' Dey wizhin' un mi... YUB!
  5. VASSALISATION OF REDCLYF _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ PRELUDE After loyal and brave service to the Iron Horde, having fought in the Elven Jungle War of 1944 and then later in the Orcish Civil War of 1948 on the side of Rex Grubnakh, the people of Redclyf have proven themselves worthy allies and comrades to the Horde, being above the lies people spread of their people. As a testament to the friendship between Redclyfians and the Urukim, the people of Redclyf shall be granted lands within the Horde which they shall call their own. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ARTICLE I - VASSALAGE The Peoples of Redclyf shall enter into a vassalage agreement with the Iron Horde, with the intent of forming the Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania. ARTICLE II - TITLES The Iron Horde recognizes Hannes Steelguard as the rightful duke of Redclyf-Rozania and shall allow his house to maintain their rightful titles, such as Duke of Redclyf-Rozania etc. ARTICLE III - LAND The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall be granted the lands stretching along the coasts of the Iron Horde (desert_4) where they will erect a coastal town to serve as the capital to their Duchy. They shall also have the right to form their own vassals within these lands. ARTICLE IV - TAXES The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall pay the Rex of the Iron Horde 350 minas which shall cover not only the upkeep of the territories yet also to strengthen the coffers of the Iron Horde. ARTICLE V - LAWS The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall have the right and privilege of Autonomy, allowing them to form their own laws and conduct their own forms of punishment regarding crimes for as long as it does not contradict the laws of the Horde. ARTICLE VI - MILITARY The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania has the right to have their own standing force, acting as the Duchy’s shield and spear. This force goes by the name of the Friedrichian Band which also has the right to fight in foreign wars as a mercenary band. When war breaks out, the Friedrichian Band shall fall under the authority of the Rex to fight in the horde's wars. ARTICLE VII - DIPLOMACY The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania is allowed leniency regarding their own diplomacy. While ultimately being under the Iron Horde as a vassal, they shall have the privilege of forming non militaristic treaties with nations and states. The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania is also required to take part in the Iron Horde’s wars and conflicts on the side of the Iron Horde. ARTICLE VIII - FAITH The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall have the right to practice their own faith within the walls of their capital and homes, founded on the principle of live and let live. The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall not be allowed to attempt to convert any Urukim or honorary to their faith. ARTICLE IX - OATH The Duchy of Redclyf-Rozania shall swear oaths of loyalty to the Iron Horde and the Rex of the Iron Horde, which shall be renewed upon the succession of a new Rex. The breaking of such Oaths may result in the revocation to this land. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Signed, REX Grubnakh the Wizard DUKE OF REDCLYF-ROZANIA, GRANDMASTER OF THE FRIEDRICHIAN BAND, “THE ONE MARKED FOR DEATH”
  6. Mi, Azfrai of the Lur clan, wishes to aid in the horde as azh of the council! whether it be in word, practice or battle. Mi will help by being the stretched hand to the horde providing as much as mi can! Mi call upon the rex to accept this as mi will not waste time and will act upon the given place of Yazgurtan immediately and thoughtfully. As a Lur my loyalty will not stray, my thoughts focused and my mind is of the horde!. If mi need to challenge azh of the holders to this title, mi will! May the spirit of wind carry my soul to my wishes. AZH HORDE! AZH GRUK! AZH GRIZTH! Lup'Lur, Lup'Krugmar Signed, Azfrai’Lur, The pale uruk Elder of the sword bloodline.
  7. THE BRAZEN STATE "This is my wealth: My spear and my shield. With this I trample sweet wine from the vine. With this I am called Master of Serfs. Those who do not choose to have spear and sword, and fine shield of polished bronze to protect them, all cower at my knee and submit. Calling me master and great King" -Words of Anaxagoras, Hero king. Father of many cities These past few years, I have been taken to visit the lands of my old friends. The Noble True-Men, those who live far beyond the walls of the settled men, yet live Pure and Free lives, just as they had been created to do. To dwell below the open sky, and honor the world with the sacrifices they make. Truly a more noble Man has never formed since their inception in brigblaewas, that extreme north. It is because of them, that I have had the time and ability to introspect, to seek and commune with the nature of the blood, of purity, of honour, and nobility. Of brotherhood, and of kinship. All that the Scydri shared with one another, freely. I had witnessed the death and burial of their revered elder, king of Scydri, Abragan Thyrscys in a grand burial mound. Larger than any I had seen, golden treasure, A chariot, Twelve horses, dozens of sheep, and the greatest, whitest cow, I had ever seen, were sacrificed to creation and entombed with the Azukazi Khuzai and his wives. Mournful, were the people, as they sung and wailed and laughed, and drunk much of their fermented horse milk, partaking in the sacred scydrian herb. Soon, all declared their love for their king, the unifier of the steppe, and in the words of his son, the blonde charioteer, the words of adoration, for his greatest father, the doer of things. That only by being in his image, will the son ascend to take the place of the chieftain well. After this, to all, and all who shared, much was known was the love of their brother and uncle, chieftain, and father. Yet it was the night before he perished, and his spirit found undying freedom, that I had my finest meeting. What stuck with me greatly. -Pov you are Pamphilos in Scydria, with the elder Abragan, son and khuzai of the Azukazi Long was that day, many miles, over streams and through deep cut valleys upon that wide steppe. We had finished what we would later learn was his last ride. During the voyage he sung a throatsong, sharing with the sounds of the world, as a sign of his passing. Of how real one can truly be. We fired upon the old gryphon which had descended from the hills, seeking to plunder the herd of wild horses we passed, and seeing the elder and I, mounted upon our steeds, reared. Though i readied my spear for battle, she dared not approach upon seeing our garb, mounts and the beast flew back at the witness of the Scydrian's pointed hat. For they had done the battle many times. He laughed, and so did I. We made it. To the stone of Volgarr. The Cimmerean. So fine was this black stone pillar, rising high above the steppe, atop a hill which laid to it a backdrop of the distant forest on the edge of the horizon. Some other world than this of boundless sky and grass. Yet I saw deep into the soul of the carving, and I knew it was not built by the hands of Cimmereans. The once greatest rival of these pure men. A tribe just as noble. I saw him pour a bag of kumis and press down the sword he had brought for the occassion into the earth. Wetting it with the blood of the lamb we had taken from the camp. -The Khuzai sung songs of the ways of Hyperborean man. The memories of noble cimmeria, sung by who were once their enemies We sat there, by the fire. We ate the meat we shared with the sacrifice. He sung me the song of war, of his people and the struggle with the cimmereans of their past. About how the mammoth hunters stole their cattle, and the horsemen ran them down. About the slaying of the chieftains brother upon the sacred sky mountain, and the vengeance which drove the cimmereans to ruin, scattered to the forests. Through the firelight in the dim darkness of the coming night my eyes caught glimpse of the bronze of the blade, point down at the top of the hill. Still wet with blood. "Durz..." He said rebukingly. I turned to him, to see his gaze, lost in the flame. I asked what it is he was considering, after taking me on such a long trip to such a distant monument? The elder looked over, his stick he waved as he twirled the smoke which rose from the fire into many forms. I watched as the horses and gryphons, the wolves and the eagles, the lions and the stag make war. Yet Still I saw in the eye of the Scydrian, those pools of blue, a world that I could only see in the heights of any maidensong. "What is life... If you regret what you have done..?" He looked up to me, smiling, yet I saw the tear which had first fallen from his eye. We retired shortly to the smoketent he brought and the bundle of scydrian herb. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ -Pamphilos Hyptos arriving from the lands of Scydri, the chieftain's last gifts well received. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Now, I return to the lands where my people dwell, and to my own polis. The site of construction which had been betrayed and forgotten by the reddest skydaemons. It was here, when I turned the gifts of the chief off to the herdorc, an ugluk brudda, I had caught up at last with my dearest friend. The oldest lad of my band. He told to me, with eyes of fire, the state of things. As he gripped from the herd, the weakest of the ewes and lambs, which writhed, bleating in his grip, he spoke of the injustice, the tyranny faced by my lads, and all the urukhiim at the hands of the few and impure. Indeed. For it was not long after my meeting with my oldest lad, did I receive word, that my brother, twin-sun, Atemu-ta had raised a warband, as directed by the will of Purity itself. This force, to march upon the north, and rebuke the scourge that we have made war upon since they first made themselves known. Already was the shrine erected, already was the force armed, and the theurgy done. For this war had been blessed, authority bestowed from the Purest Source. After all, is there nothing more pure than purging the impure? To rid the land of the tainted and unclean? For this, I have given my devotion. So why is it that the kursed klan has raised such a fuss? If our noble lads and the fellow bronzed peoples continue forth to do the will of purity most high, then why is it they falter in doing such? But it is WE, the LADS who march out to bring the cleansing flames of war to our enemies, the enemies of the mortal world. Answer. Where is your courage, buurz ones? Always do I, and by extension, the LADS seek to purge what corrupts, and cleanse the impure. For over a hundred years, Sulianpoli has stood, brilliant, its temples, resplendent. Its lads? Beautiful Honorable, Loyal, pure, and most of all, brothers. Think for even a moment. When has Sulianpoli faltered? When has her lads ever bent before the impure, bent before the lesser or the cursed? When have we refused to take up arms to do battle? When have we refused to offer honor or homage? Who were the broddas we entreat with feasts, and place in the most honorable front ranks when the Call of War is found? Think. For one hundred years, and through great victories we had stood. From wars of Orenium when our silvery lads made war alongside the broddas, when we captured and colonized great swathes of the empire of Men and freed their slaves to instead toil for our blessings? Beer for the fratblarg. Glory for the colony. To the Fall of Elysium, when our finest allies had grown hateful, resentful of the presence of the HolyLand. It was I, who warned the Blood Pharaoh Borok of the mercenary men, and then later the wyrmic dragons who would come to betray our trusts, and it was the cruel spears of OUR hoplites which stood shoulder to shoulder, with our bruddas and the blessed elves and drove the Elysians from the field and from their home. For why did we go out of our way, will full heart to earn great glories and great privilege, if not for the love of our peoples? For it was I who brought about the inception of the first Great Horde, through tip of my own spear did I earn the privilege amongst the tribes of our people. It was we who urged for the second when the next scene of war had come to this land. Let us not forget the myriad of wars and battles we have fought, each one a trophy in itself. For what is there, more beautiful, than to see the perfection of form, to fight and die besides the Lads and Bruddas who love you? To take victory with them. To RAISE them high. So we may all be known as masters, and great kings. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ -Pamphilos after returning, speaking of the philosophy of the news to his oldest, and most loyal Lad _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Tell me, bruddas, urukhiim, lads. Which one of you loves your brothers? Which ones of you would raise your choppa for the honour of brothers who have done the same for you? To raise them high and see them into victory with you at their side? Which of you would sooner see those noble and glorious amongst us crushed? Denegrated, smoked? If so, I must ask you. Why do you hate your truest bruddas? For I see no logic, no argument to this, except one. Vile impurity. A cursed mind. Cruel, greedy motives. Something completely foreign to us, champions of Scorthuz, Kezt, Dazkur, Leyd, Q a r k a h. Purity, Honour, Brotherhood, Strength, Progress. For THESE Greater-Powers, I raise my cruel spear, for THEY do I polish my greaves of gleaming bronze. For THEY I sacrifice the first of my bounty, and the last. So it is in this age that we must see something righteous come to pass. For these are the words of my Lads, to whom I came to, to seek their love after my voyage. And there, my oldest, greatest, most beautiful lads spoke clearly to me, as a cloudless day, it was obvious. A solution so simple. After all Was it not krug, who in the greatest act of true love, killed Horen, sparing him a death in weakness? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ It is here I shall begin to account for my solution... This is my call-out post. The Rebuking of The Impure. The impure, the darkness, isfet, da buurz, all of these words describe a single type of existence, a single strain of mental anguish of sickening infection which have weaved itself into the nest of the pure and honorable, of the just and beautiful, and I shall count the ways. AKAAL! It is through your left-handed path, that chaos has entered our realm! It is your self-centered perception which has driven all away who may otherwise be cohorts! It is your deeds which have broken and waylaid the natural order of things! For it is by your doing, the realms shudder, and a darkness which hangs over the urukhiim weaves its way into the minds of the honorable! You turn your back upon the descendants and the world so you may bring about a world to come! Hark! And long recall! For what was the punishment of those who brought wrath upon the peoples! What is the fate of those of the dark who fall to the temptations of Ixli! Of Ikuraz! Gadhm'Akaal, my teacher, the greatest philosopher. He would overturn your spelltables, your dark rites, and rebuke you, with stronger words than I now! For this would be only shame and dishonour to see the heights his klan has fallen! You must break your pacts! Banish your evil mojos! Your plots dashed for their cursed nature! MOTSHAM! It is YOU who speaks highly of the age to kum! Of the creation, of the destruction of the ways of things! For given to me by the high-priest of Rahtum-Ra, my dear lad Atemu were the same words I recall you telling me those years past, in the grottos most well. That what the spirits are, is tools to be used, not to be valued or worshipped! that to seek a place over them would suit you well! Tell me MOTSHAM! Did we not slay buurzshomos for less? It is YOU who have neglected the spiritual purity of the horde, so you may place yourself as master of others. For after all, to dare use the serpent men invites isfet, darkness to the realm. When have they NOT betrayed descendant kind. What is too risky? What is too impure? What is too heretical to be used? Is there such thing? The methods of your shamanism, the motivations bring to mind only IMPURITY. You are NOT fit to spiritually lead a Pure People such as the SONS OF KRUG! For this, I REBUKE YOU! VILE IMPURE! KYBAL AKAAL! You, who are known as REX! It was by your words, the people of my brother Atemu-ta had been given succor. YOU had said for them to preach the spirits, to grow and prosper, YOU had had them assimilate with our most ladly band, and YOU had it known that they were blessed and well. It is YOU who has gone back upon this word. It is you who dare banish him, and not for a true crime. For his sista, slain by the predations of the motsham, was repaid in kind. The fall of Sharog is well enough to repay the vile act of trying to enslave a bruddas sistah... For she worshipped the spirit of freedom. The banishment and stripping of status of the pharaoh was the worst you could have done there. Yet this is but only ONE of your tyrantish actions. For what right, and BY what right do you rescind the land of Sulianpoli? For taxes? How can we tax something that the skydaemons could not deliver in a timely way? It was won a dozen times over, over the course of a hundred years. ALWAYS have my lads been loyal, and we had been privileged. Loved, or so thought, and we shared this with our bruddas freely. To be so dwarven as to take back this place, it shows how highly you value HONOR in your heart! To think! You treat the mali'ker with more tact and respect despite them being recently our foes as to issue a warning, than even your own most LOYAL LADS, YOUR OWN NEIGHBOR, A HORDE STATE. If you truly held any pain for the grievance of the mali'kers vassals, you would raid them WITH us. Yet you seek to throw us, to banish a pharaoh and his people, and to take from us, the privileges we have lost beautiful lads to securing? So I tell you now, Kybal Akaal. You must fight for your honour against the challenger... If you want our cihi, then you must do as we had did to first earn it. And take it by the tip of a cruel spear! It is for these reasons, your akaal tyranny, that I REBUKE YOU! CURSED AND TARNISHED As an addendum rebuking, it has come to my attention that some vile rumours were started about me in the blessed and pure silver cihi. I did not bother reading that so-called issue of the gazette, because I took a single look at the writers, and I could tell who would write such filth and not have enough self respect to not post it. The VERY SAME tactless tarnished who would be known from that time, a hundred years ago, for she was made known to me as a hunter of magicians, an assassin who hunts magicians, and particularly slew numbers of beautiful silver elves. It was this impure who was banished from the High-Walled City and cast into the world. There, instead of seeking redemption and a purer path, sough that of hatred and lust for power. The impure path which lead to the worm itself being the subject of her worship and intentions. I ask to my reader, be they from the silver city or not, recall now that time when Princess Ivarielle, nearly given the city by that old cabal, the sorority, strode to the walls of Haelun'or, accompanied by bloodied Fennitians in their holy war, filthy impure valah and mali from old Lurin, and a grouping of tarnished 'aheral. Amongst those who prowled the streets of our occupied city, was Valindra and her co. She sought those who were cornered and alone, to slay. Seeking to murder the most beloved Maheral. It was once more, I, and my BEAUTIFUL LADS! Like Elarhil Sullas the Splendid, Beautiful Valazaer Calith, Edgars an'asul Hero of The High Walled City, The Poet Stelios, and I, myself, along with the other PATRIOTS who beat them back from our isle! Never did we spill blood in our sacred city, and still did she commit of the most filthy of all impure acts. Kinslaying. Remember NOW. How did Valindra return? She awaited for us to migrate, our government to change, twice, a new sohaer from an older time, and for the same Maheral she sought to slay to be gone from the city. Only then was she allowed back, while truer, actually pure folk, still laid banished for things much less than kinslaying and dragonworship, and poor journalism. It is for your rumormongering, murderous ways, and impure soul that I REBUKE YOU! VILE KINSLAYER! MAY YOU ENTER THE PURE WATER AND CATCH FIRE. Hail Lady Justice, who can see to us these are all correct, facts, and entirely true. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Lads getting rowdy hearing Pamphilos Speak ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ By the facts of the matter, by the love of eternity, by the love of my BROTHERS and my LADS, who have been castigated, punished, and rebuked, you will hear these demands, and by the spirits, they will be met. TO THE REX, THE MOTSHAM, AND KLAN AKAAL For your insults to your bruddas, to the lads, to the spirits, and your and impurity you shall deliver a hecatomb, 100 cattle to be sacrificed at Qarkah's alter, to buy your continued existence from the spirits. You shall return the Pharaoh to his honour, and you will deliver unto his people, a hundred talents (100 items) of salt or silver You shall accept the HONOR DUEL for REXDOM from the GOTH of UGLUK upon shame of COWARDICE (and much more) You will raise a shrine to Hesthor, Spirit of Divine Purity and bovine consort to Qarkah, and you will bathe in it three times until you are cleansed. You have until the date of the UGLUK'S KLOMP to accept these oaths of reparations. There shall be no way to skirt this, for you have chosen to make a poor bed, and you shall lay in it. We are your most loyal bruddas, but like krug before us, we will kill you in your bed for your weakness. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ -The old goths respected a victory taken by the spear of the lads For those bruddas who are true, who recall the real ways, and the ways of our honour and our mighty kleos! Those bruddas who share the love! Who fight shoulder to shoulder, who raise their mug ob grog and shank of beef in great joy. Join bruddas! For THESE are impures! And they must be CLEANSED! Through the waters of golden Scorthuz, or the flames of cruel Qarkah! Rebuke these tyrants! Let the PATRIOTS take charge! STAND WITH UGLUK! For ALL MY LADS! SPREAD THROUGH THE LANDS OF BRAEVOS! Those who read this! This is a Ladly call-to-action! Recall now the OATHS you spoke before your lads, and HONOR itself! Lads help lads, and lads NEVER abandon lads! Come! And raise your club or cruel spike, your shield or pure katana, polish your panoply of armour, and be splendid! Come! Stand by my side, noble lads! Wherever you are! Individual heroes! True champions of our bloodlines! Come and do what your oaths are for! Come and defend your Polis! Hail Sulianpoli! The Blessed Cihi! HAIL LADY VICTORY! HAIL PURITY! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ -Pamphilos doesnt need to harass the ladies for them to be interested in what he has to say,
  8. Atop the great desert of the horde, Thraak, the young and notorious warrior who took tribute from every lesser he could find, had left his head behind in a pool of blood. His body was nowhere to be found. His nose was caved in, and his brow was cracked open by a great blow that ended his life. He was finally free to enter the Stargush. Thraak was violent in life, and his death was the same. However, he never expected his death to be one of dishonor. It is something his youth of sixteen gave him false hope in. The Uruk, though they had beaten many brothers and sisters, even elves and other races, had never encountered true dishonor in battle. For the first time, he was unprepared, only holding a shortbow and a longsword, which he had not put to use. The fight was incredibly one-sided, with the Uruk only trading one blow before his death. Outnumbered and dishonored, in the end his body fell into the sand, and his chest caved in. Despite his youth, he fought till the end. He came, he Saw, he Conquered. Lup’Thraak The Taker of Tribute
  9. On the 14th of Snow's Maiden, year 140 of the second age a son of a krug exploring the deserts of krugmar encountered a great mountain, stretching beyond the clouds..... It was taunting the orc, he looked at it with his bloody red eyes and trough the sharp hot wind he felt that it was looking back at hime, this stare mate lasted for only moments before the orc decided to climb the mountain with his bare hands, the steep mountain presented itself with challanges to the orc. The orc faced the strong dry winds hitting hime, attempting to knock down the orc from the mountain, The orc faced the steep rocks of the mountain refusing to present itself with steady steps to climb upon, The orc faced scorpions and snakes attempting to devour hime, but as a true child or Krug he devoured them, he faced the strong rays of the shun taunting hime on his climb..... But after a unkown amount of days and nights the orc did it he climbed the mountain and conquered it and as he did he screamed to the mountain: "WAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH!!, MI defeated lat, Lat ez conquered by me, lat tried to kill me but me neva give up, remember my name, NAZGOUL'LAK!!!!!!, And mi name lat in honor of my conquest tha mighty name Mount Goul" [ooc info] where the mountain can be found:
  10. "Shadows of the Hunt: The Legend of Murag, the Whitewash's Bane" In the ancient land of Krugmar, where the orcs of various clans roamed and thrived, there lived a young green orc named Murag. Born into Clan Lur, a proud and skilled group of hunters, Murag's destiny seemed intertwined with the ways of the hunt. His fierce determination set him apart from others. From a young age, he dreamed of becoming the greatest orc in history, a true legend among his people. Though many laughed at Murag's ambition, his friends stood by him, offering support and encouragement. Murag cared little for the cultural norms and wisdom of his clan, but he never disrespected them. He was driven by a desire to achieve greatness and be remembered for his feats. One fateful day, tragedy struck. Murag's father ventured out on a hunt for a dangerous whitewash—an orc who had turned his back on the traditions and values of their people, committing unspeakable crimes. During the hunt, Murag's father lost his life, leaving his son consumed by rage and grief. Murag's path shifted from joining Clan Lur and taking the traditional test to pursue revenge against the whitewash. Leaving his family and Krugmar behind, Murag embarked on a relentless quest to find the rogue orc responsible for his father's death. He spent years wandering through treacherous lands, honing his skills and growing stronger. Eventually, fate led him to the whitewash he sought—a fearsome creature with scars and trophies of defeated orcs. The winds howled, and the storm raged, mirroring the fury that swelled within him. With a primal roar, he charged into battle, his muscles moving with the fluidity of a river in flood. The battle between Murag and the whitewash was fierce and intense. The whitewash was strong, using his claws to fight with the ferocity of a beast he had once killed. Murag, fueled by his determination and anger, matched his opponent's strength and fought with the skill his father had instilled in him. In the end, Murag emerged victorious, but not without sustaining a grievous wound. The whitewash's claws left a permanent scar on the left side of Murag's face, a lasting reminder of his quest for vengeance. The taste of revenge, however, did not bring Murag the solace he sought. Instead, he found himself haunted by the memories of his father and the pain he had caused to others on his journey. He realized that revenge had not healed his heart, but only fueled more pain. With newfound wisdom and experience, Murag returned to Krugmar, a changed orc. Standing at an imposing 7 feet tall, with new scars adorning his body, and a depth in his eyes that spoke of hard-earned maturity, he took the test and was accepted into Clan Lur. The young orc who once craved fame and recognition was now an honorable and respected member of his clan. He no longer sought titles or accolades; instead, he vowed to protect and fight for his brothers. Over the years, Murag's bravery and wisdom helped his clan grow and prosper. He earned the loyalty and respect of his peers, and many considered him a role model. As the seasons passed, Murag aged gracefully, his life devoted to the code of an honorable hunter. In his heart, Murag knew that death was inevitable, but he refused to let age slow him down. He embraced every hunt as if it were his last, living each day to the fullest. In his final days, Murag ventured on one last hunt, alone but content. Surrounded by the wild beauty of Krugmar. Murag faced a formidable opponent, a creature of immense power. With the ferocity of a warrior in his prime, he battled bravely, not giving in to the passage of time. In the end, Murag fell, surrounded by the echoes of victory and honor, he breathed his last breath, knowing that he had lived a life worth remembering. His legacy lived on, not just in stories of his hunt for the whitewash but in the hearts of his people, who cherished the memory of a once ambitious young orc transformed into a true hero and protector of his kin.
  11. The Lur clan originates from one of Krug’s original sons, and so, as with the other ‘legacy clans’ , the Lur clan has followed their ancestry line for centuries. However, with the recent troubles, this has stopped among all clans. Lur will take this upon themselves to continue their orcish legacy and write the history of both their ancestors and future descendants. The Lur clan is divided into five bloodlines. Each of these bloodlines comes from the heroes of the great age. They are each led by an elder of the clan, a descendant, and a blooded member of the clan. They are split as follows: THE FIST OF LUR ELDER: n|a The descendants of TOR are known to be calm and calculating. They are perhaps the strongest, and most intelligent out of the bloodlines. Their minds are powerful, as much as their strength. THE AXE OF LUR ELDER: n|a The descendants of BRALKOR are most known for being stubborn and rash, their size is larger than other Lurs and they commonly value Honor above all. They view themselves as an always improving warrior. THE WOLF OF LUR ELDER: Madoc’Lur | @Sewer_Rat The descendants of KURAK and their natural instincts are savage, wild yet, their loyalty cannot be unbeaten, and their trust never broken. The largest of all bloodlines and the most violent. THE SWORD OF LUR ELDER: Azfrai’Lur | @Plummius_ The descendants of JARKAN, show to be the most agile of Lur’s. Preferring to be fast in the wind, they tend to take high risks to fill their need for speed. THE TRICKSTER ELDER: n|a The descendants of TRICKSTER are the wisest of the clan. Commonly preferring to be the diplomat, using words instead of violence. Due to Trickster being a goblin, this clan is the smallest of the Lurs. CLAN ELDERS The clan’s elders are the leaders of each bloodline. These are the orcs that take over their bloodline and represent it for the clan. It is their duty to make sure the bloodline remains and does not end. These are more than likely orcs that have proved themselves, with either heroic acts or with great wisdom. The Lur clan is a traditional clan. And as such, they kept to the similar hierarchy of other clans. The Wargoth is the leader of the clan; their job is to follow the clan’s traditions and make sure the clan keeps its honor and glory. The Chieftain’s job is to take care of the members, second in command to the Wargoth, in case the Wargoth is unavailable. The Elders are in charge of the bloodlines; their job is to teach the younger clan members, and to help the clan reach its goals. The Packmaster is the role of the orc that takes care of beasts, Lur wolves, and clan activities. The Hunter is the basic role of the clan, given to an official Lur once they have completed all their trials. WARGOTH CHIEFTAIN ELDER PACKMASTER HUNTER
  12. Jihnyny


    LAK CLAN “‘ERE WI GO!, ‘ERE WI GO!, ‘ERE WI GO!” The Lak clan is a clan known for their devotion to the Spirit of the swamp, Laklul. The brute members of Clan Lak are identifiable due to their tough blue hide, 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 CULTURE AND TRADITIONS TRIALS: I.) The new blood of the clan, will have to prove his | her alliance to Laklul. By sacrificing or creating something in his name, and offering it to his shrine. -If it is an item to be made, the craftsmen must venture to the depths of the swamp, and retrieve materials from there. - If it is a sacrifice, then it must be something that is an enemy of Laklul and or an enemy to the swamp. II.) Once the new blood has proven allegiance to Laklul, they are baptized by the clan, downed in the marshy waters of the swamp, and painted in bright colours of, orange, cyan and or green. -Which they will keep on their skin, for a year. (1 IRL WEEK) III.) To fulfill the completion of the trials, the Lak will have to ask a shaman to venture them into Laklul’s realm. Where they will speak to Laklul, and pledge allegiance to him, personally. BLOODED TRIALS: I.) The true-blood Lak will be given a tadpole of a toalak. Their job will be to name them, and raise them from childhood to adulthood, to form a bond which only death will break. II.) To fulfill the completion of the trials, the Lak will have to ask a shaman to venture them into Laklul’s realm. Where they will speak to Laklul, and pledge allegiance to him, personally. CLAN NORMS: The WARGOTH of the clan, is referred to as SWAMPGOTH to stress the importance of LAKLUL and his blessing of the swamps, which the LAK clan reside within. LAKLUL, commonly shows himself as a large toad, though it's unknown why. He is said to bless LAK with TOALAK’s, the clan's specific beasts, which they use to ride within their swamps and sometimes even to battle. LAKs favor the swamp due to LAKLUL and his blessings, and if one is to reside within Krugmar, they would choose the swamp surrounding the city, if there would be no swamp, they would preferably choose an underground dwelling, where it would be damp and could be best constructed to form a swamp of sorts. This is either done through Shamanism, or true hard work to create a new ecosystem. LAKs are encouraged to preach spiritualism, LAKLUL in particular, to orcs and non orcs throughout the continent. Ofcourse, LAKLUL is the clan’s patron but other spirits are greatly encouraged to be worshiped alongside him. Commonly chosen beside Laklul are the elemental spirits of water and earth, Akathro and Bregthar. A tradition of Krugmar, now rare though still left among a few clans, is the dislike and hatred for the half-spawn children of KRUG. A mix of both elves, dwarfs, humans, and orcs. No matter what happened to the other half, these half-breeds are disliked and spat upon by the LAK clan. Seen as mere dirt or swamp rats until proven different by their own eyes, half-breeds are monstrosities and a burden to the orcish kind. SPORTS: With the great swamp being the home of the LAKs, they had to adapt to the environment, their orcish games following in pursuit. And so, LAK games are a mix of both hunting, fighting and survivalist ideals. MUD WRESTLING, FISHING, CROCODILE HUNTING, FESTIVALS and BOAT RACES 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 which follow other deities are heathens, especially those of aspectist belief, as the aspects stole the power that LAKLUL deserves. EXECUTION AND PUNISHMENT: The LAK clan does not hold back their punishments, and traditionally, they do not hold back when one of theirs is disrespected. The traditional clan punishments are castration, severe beatings, breaking of bones, and overall torture methods. Clan Lak has never had their own execution method; however, one common rule was set in any execution. It was to be made to Laklul, and the organs left to spill would feed the local wildlife. It was believed that the blood of the opponent would flood the land and cause a swamp to emerge from underneath. A recent execution method, founded by Bogdâg’Lak, a berzerker of clan LAK, is a form of flaying. The victim of the execution would be skinned alive; this was so the victim could feel the pain and Laklul could view their suffering. Then, the victim would have an incision cut horizontally, from one side of their stomach to the next. And lastly, the victim would be tied up, either using their own skin or tight rope vines made up of swamp-ish materials, and his or her organs would feed the swamp in the name of Laklul. WEAPONS AND COMBAT: LAKs live in a harsh environment, the swamp. Where most beasts could eat an orcish child in one bite. And so, they train from their childhood in the ways of survival. Through mud wrestling, spear hunting or fishing, and mental practices such as meditation, diving and holding their breath underneath the muddy waters, and sometimes even torture. The orcs are refined to handle the harsh ways of life, and they should be prepared to praise Laklul and make him stronger than he already is. LAKs commonly like to use their strength to give power to Laklul or as punishment. Rotten meat is not eaten much in the swamps, and so LAKLUL’s commonly use blunted weapons, such as warhammers, clubs, maces, etcetera. To break the bones of the victim and cause them to still be alive, this would keep them unmoving, perhaps paralyzed, but the meat fresh and up for the taking. But for a swift death and a hunt, the LAK clan primarily uses spears, as they are both good for throwing and thrusting, a master tool for fishing and hunting. CLAN HIERARCHY ZWAMPGOTH Wargoth (War-Lord) of the clan, has the responsibility to lead the will of Laklul. CHIEFTAN The second in command to the Swampgoth, will fill in if the Swampgoth is absent. ELDER Wise men, and loyal members of the clan. These swampfolk are tasked with leadership when the time comes, and are tasked to keep the clan together. BERZERKER A proud and proven worshiper of Laklul. Ready to fight for the Clan, and in his name. ZWAMP JEZTER A new position in the clan, risen from the continent of Almaris, “Chester the Jester” Being the first, swamp jester of clan LAK after the saving of his life from a jest gone wrong. ZWAMPFOLK The members of the clan, which have been born or taken into the arms of Laklul. They hold no specific duties or responsibilites. LUK The lowest of the low, lower than the swamp rats the great Swampfolk of Lak feast on, these orcs or honoraries are banished from the clans, and are commonly made enemies. LUP'LAKLUL SPIRIT OF THE SWAMPS
  13. Bruised, bloodied, and battered. His nose is broken and dripping blood onto the steady cannon which rests upon the San'Velku gatehouse, overlooking the many primitive and red huts of the sons of Kurg. Hands were tied behind his back and his feet were tied together as Bogdag'Lakul speaks out to the masses gathered below, announcing a sacrifice to his patron spirit. Some uruks take the liberty to spit at Bjorn as he looks towards the many huts, wondering where he f*cked up... Merely a lady's hour ago he came to sell an artifact to an Uruk which he had stolen from the Druids in the south, having taken it with the very man that was now about to sacrifice him. Yet he was betrayed and sold out by the seller. When they entered the city they were greeted by the supposed buyer, who was Bogdag'Lakul, but also by the Rex of Krugmar. "The orb is a weapon of Iron Horde and you will give us it!" declared the Rex towards the group of Redclyfians. "If yew ain' buyin' i' t'en f*ck off." responded Bjorn and attempted to leave after a while which he was stopped from doing. "You can klomp us for it." spoke the rex or the supposed buyer. Bjorn did not remember nor did he care. After haggling to no avail, they were forced into a klomp where they lost. Yet no magical artifact was to be found on Bjorn's body as they searched through him! He let out a crude laugh at them when they figured it out. Little did they know that he had given it to one of his family members when locked inside the city but time was running short since the uruks wanted to search through everyone.. Adaranth of Redclyf came to the rescue! Having made a fake beforehand and handed it to the uruks, managing to trick them into believing it was the real one. Adaranth managed to save the rest of the Redclyfians and the one who was handed the orb managed to slip out. Bjorn was to be held hostage until his countrymen returned with the authentic and real item. They never did... "Mig't aswell go ou' wit' a fig't." was the only word that escaped Bjorn's mouth before he turned around to face Bogdag'Lakul, gathering all his strength as he with great force kicked the uruk's leg, forcing him off balance and off the cannon! Desperation and a hope for freedom was the thing that drove Bjorn forward in a fight against impossible odds yet there was no fear in his heart as he rose from the cannon, bunny-hopping back onto the floor of the Gatehouse. He had two options as Bogdag came to cut off any chance of escape; jump forward and perhaps find a way out behind the corner to his right or get back on the cannon. Seeing that he had no other choice, he hopped forward only to see that there was no escape! Only a door! Bogdag raised his mighty axe and swung it towards Bjorn! He had to act quickly and react quickly! He threw himself forward and onto the Uruk, the handle of the axe slamming into his arm yet the Uruk stumbled back as he was hit with Bjorn 300 pounds of mass. The hit from the handle sent Bjorn off his balance, flying towards the right as he got closer to the balcony of the Gatehouse. Bogdag approached him again, swinging his axe down towards Bjorn in an attempt to split him in two! Bjorn began rolling on the floor like a madman, trying to get ever closer to the balcony as the Uruk either missed him or glanced off the plate armor of Bjorn. Bogdag had had enough of Bjorn's desperate escape and antics! He forced Bjorn to a stop by putting his foot over him as he attempted to strike him. Bjorn got desperate and attempted to kick the uruk in the groin to no avail. The Uruk raised his axe above his head before he swung it down at Bjorn. Bjorn dug his feet into the ground and pushed himself across the floor to save his head yet the axe came down on his chest, breaking ribs and cracking whatever was left unbroken. Axe raised again as Bogdag stood atop of him, feet on each side as he swung the axe down towards him again. All hope was gone... This was the end... Cleaved in two just like that? Would be shameful... yet that is not what happened! Bjorn rolled himself up into a roly-poly, bones breaking and becoming more cracked before delivering a mighty kick towards the jaw of the uruk, knocking him away several steps. Freedom was near! He could smell it! He could taste it with each breath and it tasted like blood! He got on his feet and a chase began. Bogdag charged after Bjorn as he continued bunny-hopping toward the ledge! He would escape and bring revenge to the sons of Krugmar for their betrayal! That was not to be. He slipped as he jumped over the ledge, falling over and rolling off the cliff, slamming into rock and stone as his body shattered and twisted, bone piercing his organs and flesh from within. A swift death. A quick death. A fatal bunny hop. His body was soon returned to Krug where they stripped it of its armor and began peeling off the skin with blades, leaving the contorted body skinless and naked before it was strung up in front of the gate in Krugmar for all to see...
  14. 【♢ -♢- ♢】 Bundles of newspapers would be spread throughout Almaris for all to see. While written cleanly and vividly upon dense sheets of high quality parchment, the pages of blocky script would also be covered in scribbled cute doodles! Including the wonderful BRAND! The floral berry smell of jungle inks wafts pleasantly from each heavy page. This must be... 【♢ -♢- ♢】 Vol. H' (V) Year Azh’Kint’Dubty’Azh (CXXIII) (223) Second Age ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Kaktuz Weekli must inform our audience that these articles are relatively dated. An addendum piece (V.II) shall be released shortly with updates considering recent major events such as the Dawnhold Defense. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Everyone has heard of the new threat upon the western lands. Even now there are honorable people of Wagh preparing to defend the Wood Albai from this new terror. And yet some of the details were missed. So let Kor’garr explain the Horde’s encounter with this new foe azhthand, since I was there myself. It began with a rally of the Krug-Hai in San’Velku by the Rex, for we accepted a plea from Amaethea to investigate the caverns below. Lanterns, ropes, arrows, medical kits… an expedition force of nearly dubty (20) attended to purge the caves of influence from the Mori, accursed spider worshippers. Almost immediately we were given ill omens alongside blessings. A chunk of strange starmetal was obtained through Kor’garr’s hand and those of Obok Metaldrinkz with Alviss of Nor'Asath, yet a strange and billowing heat consistently rose from the depths… It was an ambush of cowardice, fake walls agh traps revealing swarms of bile spewing arachnids and their Mori tamers. Smashing through caused some cave ins and injury to one of the brave Duhr brothers, resulting in a disconnect between vanguard and those trailing in support. Kor’garr, Alviss agh Ghoraza swiftly tore apart those flanking cave spiders, yet one honorary formerly named Luthriel was responsible for minor friendly fire. The vanguard recovered, the cave in was cleared, agh we moved on unaware of what lied ahead. Azh by Azh we descended, heat growing stronger and sweat dripping from Nuburuk faces with ferocity… Then suddenly a light was seen ahead. A rumble that shook surrounding stone, an orb of amber agh pride that filled the entirety of the tunnel around us… and a Voice. “WHAT MANNER OF CREATURE COMES TO BE DEVOURED?” Nub’uruks began to panic, agh the Dominus Madoc’Lur was resolute in warning our troops away from foolishness. The massive being spoke through ash and brimstone, of eternal hunger and a desire for ruin. The uruk cub known as Forgot, having called the being a Titan, quickly roused it’s ire. Others rambled with ill thought words, mistakenly insulting the draconic visage that could with a mere breath send all gathered to Kor’s embrace. And then… “BRING ME… THE INSULTING… INFANT TO FEAST…IF NOT, DEATH… UPON ALL.” Silence followed after the announcement, surely a solemn gravity would weigh upon most faced with this decision… Yet the Iron Horde was undeterred. Rex Ar-Borok agh Dominus Madoc’Lur called the Forgot forwards. “Rejoice forgotten kub. Cleansed by flames lat will be. The spirits watch upon lats death to come.” Calls of glory and sacrifice followed, offering praise to Forgot as he drew upon his spear and prepared to charge. As Mau’Kor, one who records the lives and deaths of those in the Stargush, Kor’garr will say this. Forgot did not walk meekly into the jaws of the beast. The young form of his red body, clad in armor, ran full sprint with savage pride in his eyes. We cheered for him, the one valiantly entering battle impossible to win in Honor and Sacrifice for his brethren. A roar of rage, challenge given to the mad beast, rang throughout the caverns above even past his being rent apart by massive fangs and a putrid grasping tongue. “FLAT WITH GLORY, FLAT WITH HONOR!” Praise to FORGOT, wayward cub of sacrifice, one blessed with the virtues of Dazkur in defense of others. May his soul enter the Gates of Kor to join the ancestors with pride. The horrid beast asked what we sought after the sacrifice, and wisely our Rex asked for information upon the Dragon’s goals. Ghoraza the Witless also spoke up in a strange tongue unknown to us, yet obviously of interest to it. The response was simple. Eternal sustenance and eternal praise. Luthriel once more nearly caused the death of allies, asking such a prideful being whether it would feast upon common cattle. Others bargained, as if this being was a mere shopkeeper with offers of deals, until it silenced us all with a single word. Thankfully the Rex and Dominus were able to divert the dragon’s attention away from such insults… only to be presented with the being’s offer: knowledge and wisdom to those that would provide meals of the Wood Albai above. This revelation of course caused yet more unease until the being lost patience with our silent refusal. It gave a command to raise banners in fealty, not bothering to accept an answer before with a single motion thousands of tons of rock and cavern were shorn through like butter! The beast was not freed, as it was never trapped in the first place. A simple decision to depart northwards was all it took for a small mountain’s worth of rubble to burst from beneath Amaethea. Rapidly, the party moved to leave the crumbling caverns, rumbles and tremors causing unstable footfalls. Only barely did we escape before the caves collapsed behind us all, still in shock over the titanic forms. Yet all was not resolved. VLOS flew overhead, three heads blahhyng in unison with a roar of his name as he departed north. The Rex advocated for meeting with Amaethea urgently to explain what had occurred after a regrouping in San’Velku to attend to the wounded, and thus most left with him. Kor’garr stayed behind for some discussion with the dwed on the metal found, when a complication arose. Luthriel had not departed with the Rex, and mere minutes passed before she arrived with The Third prince of Amaethea Kosher Daesmon to investigate the already collapsed caverns themselves. A small conversation was had before all members departed. And that was the end of the expedition, if not the political controversy to spread as a result… Less than a day later the gates of San’Velku were host to a raucous display of accusations against the Rex and the Iron Horde. The one known as En’Ara Iron’heartz had gone to Jarad Munnel and “reported” that our people were willingly allying with Vlos, bending the knee and publically pledging to sacrifice the entire Wood Albai city. These were of course falsehoods of the highest magnitude, yet this Prince believed the untested word of a random citizen who had been absent from Horde land for years to instead demand recompense and explanation over offenses we had not even done. Politics are boring, so Kor’garr will cut it short: it was a lot of arguing in Nor’Asath before tension was settled, and threats of Celia’nors “intervention” were brought up in an attempt to strongarm the Rex. If popularly demanded Kor’garr might release a detailed report next issue. Once again the Horde and Krug’s people were slandered. To those who would claim (again) that we have bent the knee to dark forces and wish to slaughter fellow descendants in obedience to this dragon: Your tongue is touched by Iblees with such lies agh lat accomplishes nubthing. An announcement was released by the Holy Inquisition, penned by one Ser Phillip “the Righteous” in which he says: “Krugmar was instrumental in unleashing this dragon, and that the Rex of the Iron Horde attempted to offer the dragon sacrifices shortly before it was unleashed… Furthermore, we condemn Rex Borok’s attempt to pacify such a violent and volatile creature through unsavory means, such as sacrifice, although this is consistent with his alleged previous behavior.” He then goes on to Blah of Canonism and insult the Rex more. Kor’garr waits to peep if such claims will be withdrawn after our singular victory defending the Dawnhold when others fled. The Crusaders are hozh protectors, agh there is no need for inward hostilities. To En’Ara Iron’heartz, Slanderer of the West; lat has been wytewashed by the Dominus Madoc’Lur with Skriptgoth Kor’garr as witness. The actions of deceit and false accusations show not only dishonor agh lack of loyalty, but the weakness of succumbing to fear instead of remaining strong. Your words tarnished the Horde agh caused a mess nearly resulting in needless Wagh between descendants: as such your name will be tarnished by those same words. To the honorary formerly known as Luthriel: while your actions were certainly suspect, nub proof of dishonor or slander has been shown. Kor’garr recommends taking more caution with coincidences in the future. The Rex made an announcement of his own to prepare for Wagh against the Dragon, reaffirming our pledges to the Atrus Covenant and against all burz beings that seek to harm the Innocent agh Honorable. The Kaktuz Weekli will release more articles as this situation develops. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Some cactus weeks ago The Commonwealth of Petra entered an age of civil unrest, as accusations towards both the Archduchess Renilde I agh Archduke Constanz divided the ruling family agh citizens of Petra. First of the accusations presented were towards Archduchess Renilde I, who had inherited the throne as the eldest kub of Archduke Paul Salvian. Both an unknown citizen of Petra agh her eldest son, Albert Salvian, accused her of betraying Petra agh of sleeping with the Prince of Haense outside of marriage. With the help of Haense, she apparently planned to rise against Petra, whatever that would have meant at the moment. Albert Salvian also informed Renilde I had left the nation. Despite all this, he still had hope for his mother, asking her to return agh repent for what she had done. In response Archduchess Renilde I released a statement regarding Archduke Constanz, who had gained his title agh responsibilities through a marriage with her. She accused him of exceeding his rights of command that they had set in their marriage, taking actions against the Canonist Church, neglecting the duties set out for him, attempting to erode Petra’s ways to cement himself as the sole ruler, agh of treason in attempting to usurp her. Most personal accusations were made towards his faithfulness in their marriage though, as it's believed he had had extramarital relationships with women during his travels to parts unknown, possibly even faltering kubs with azh or more of them. Based on these claims, Archduchess dismissed Archduke Constanz from the court and exiled him from the lands of Petra. To solve this conflict, the Knight Council called Renilde I to face these accusations in a trial. It was promised to her that no harm would come her way during it. Once it came time for the trial, this promise was kept. No harm came upon Renilde, but instead it came upon those who had come to witness the event. Ferrymen hired by Renilde entered Castle Moere, attacking those present. Some were taken as prisoners, while others, including children were killed. It was recorded that the ferrymen had Azdrazi fighting alongside them, burning people to crisp with their fiery breath. This goes to be more of my own opinion, but mi do have to note that the witness testimonies mi read are horrifying, agh as a reminder, this is coming from an orc who has seen wagh, flat agh decay. Mi would recommend reading the missive Elowyn of Petra wrote to her mother fully as it gives a way better view into those feelings than what mi can write, though here are some quotes from it. “I am a Canonist child, a child. I have seen bloodshed and I have seen corpses in front of me. Even corpses of people MY age. Ma, how can you stand with those people and leave me, leave your children, leave your legacy to perish at the hands of those mercenaries you hire.” “I heard the screams of my fellow community members… I never knew how awful death sounded like. The screams, I can never forget them Ma.” [!] A Copy of the full missive has been attached here as an extra page. [!] Few cactus days later, Renilde’s forces released a statement; there would be a proper battle between the two sides. In the same missive, the Sons of Petra were dissolved and a new army called The Petrine Regiment was to take its place. The battle between the two forces occurred near Valfleur and ended in the favor of Archduchess Renilde I. Following this civil wagh some houses have reaffirmed their loyalty to Renilde I, agh Commonwealth of Petra has withdrawn its signature from previously written demands towards the Canonist Church. [Written by Kretz’Ox] ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Every so often there comes an article where Kor’garr must put the Truth of journalistic integrity before telling the story which is convenient or even his personal opinions. This is one of those stories, the tale of an imperfect friend’s death. Agis Penweather was a complex being. A member of the Bronze Band of Sulianopoli, vassal of the Iron Horde and a fervent shaman of Scorthuz, the spirit of Purity. Over many years he had shown his faith in the spirits, having been gifted the opportunity of learning shamanism without partaking in the usual trials to become an Honorary of the Horde. This would lead to many issues later on. Unfortunately, the bronze albai was brash and fervent in his worship to the point of arrogance. Agiz regularly butted heads with more experienced shamans, including one Ar-Borok’Akaal, over different philosophies on how to interact with the spirits. Even when the Akaal ascended as Blood Rex, these tensions would continue and unfortunately given the lack of Honorary status he was seen to be overstepping as a lesser. The peak of this occurred when Agis cosigned a document called “To end the Burz Rex”, which accused Ar-Borok of burz-spawn affiliation, general tyrannical actions, and demanded his resignation as Rex within a single cactus day. Even as the following meeting turned out to resolve the feud between Rex and the former Motsham Al-Uk, Agis insisted upon justice. His arm was voluntarily broken and the Bronze albai passed out as some kind of penance for his actions. In the later weeks Agis would continue to loudly decry the Rex’s actions, comparing him to dark shamans of the past and proceeding to raise hostilities within Horde lands multiple times. Yet again, these accusations from one who was not even Honorary and did not step up in formal challenge or Honor Klomp were widely regarded as insults. This all would reach the breaking point upon repeated altercations with the hot-headed and volatile orc kub known as Forgot. After multiple occasions of near blows, Agis finally had enough. The bronze elf announced to both the cub and the Rex that he would depart from the Horde and teach others the ways of Scorthuz, then using his magic to defend himself from Forgot’s attack of bloodrage. Next time he entered the city, Forgot and the Rex apprehended him violently, beating the weaker and unprepared Albai into submission despite protests from others nearby. The bronze Skorthuzian was then dragged to the tower of the Maw without mercy, tortured with a hex of Ogrol, and sacrificed ritually to the spirits in a brutal display of savage violence. Kor’garr must note despite his friendship that Agis made many mistakes up to this point. He slandered the rex from a position without merit or proof multiple times, attempted treason, threatened to abandon the Horde, and most importantly implied a goal to spread Shamanism that he had no authority to teach unchecked amongst those who would abuse the Spirits out of malice. All this while putting off the Honorary trials that would grant him honor necessary to be listened to as kin of the Horde. Instantly, news of these events spread and outrage flared from Sulianopoli as there was no coordination nor official announcement of these action nor their reasoning. In a follow-up interview, the Rex blahh’d: “Agis received powers he was nub worthy of. He was a zealot of Scorthuz who did nub know his place. He was a lesser who had the arrogance to always challenge mine decisions. He threatened brothers multiple times, agh when the urûkim took him up on his threat, he ran away in his twiggo cowardice." Yet the Bronze Lads did not know the details. All they heard of was an unjust and unreasonable murder of kin and vassal. In mere cactus days a large monument of sandstone was raised within San’Velku, a pillar of demands to the Rex from Sulianopoli praising the spirits, affirming loyalty shouting for justice, and generally wanting answers to what the zog happened at the Maw. The terms upon the pillar are listed below: I - A hecatomb in cattle to sacrifice as they wish. II - a Feast day for the lesser spirit Pharis and for the memory of Agis Penweather. III - A ritual to ensure the sending of Agis’s soul to Scorthuz and not Ogrol, allowing the Bronze lads insight ‘As a show of trust… [to] his deep mysteries’. Many, many members of Sulianopli and Honorary orcs signed this pillar, including Zozhs’Mau the Terrifying, Quiil’Mau the Defender, Maarhbgrush (Formerly Luthriel), Steleos Kekenomos Hyptos, Dromos Mandelos Hyptos, Caelius, Obok Metuldrinkz, Dri’kaar, Tzkar Elar, agh Anazagoras, with the ending notice “No Lad abandons another Lad, No Brother Should” being both a public declaration of kinship and a comment interpreting betrayal from the Rex. Reasonable assumptions given their lack of complete knowledge or context, as the Iron Horde has still nub made an official comment on this execution. Yet again, Forgot created yet more tension, using a cannon to obliterate the monument and tearing the rubble apart with a pickaxe after claiming the elves were weak and dumb. He was later defeated and punished for this arrogance by the Brazen Bull of Ugluk, and now that the cub was sent to the stargush via Dragon, Kor’garr ponders that issue has been resolved naturally. The Kaktuz Weekli will continue to report as this situation unfolds. The Rex has not officially responded to demands, despite mentions of possible compromise to be found in private discourse. In his words: “When he died, he was nub ah shaman, he was nub of the bronze band of Sulianopoli… Ahm pretty sure Scorthuz claimed his soul.” ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ In a series of wonderful events for the Horde, many members of the Orcish diaspora have returned to our proud people and taken positions within the city of San’Velku! The newfound clan of Duhr, neolithic brethren used to subterranean life, have stepped up to claim the shared title of Rukagoth in an unexpected move and already shown their experience in proper craftsmanship techniques to appease the spirits. Mjoruk and Bjarg Duhr, having recently defended our harvest from overgrown avian scavengers, will regularly host explanations on how to properly craft weapons and armor in a way that will avoid jealousy or curses from beings such as Glutroz or Paxahru… All this despite them refusing to use metal instead of stone. Kor’garr is astounded by how effectively they can use more archaic materials. The brothers have also begun paths of pacting with the Elemental realm of Earth and the practice of Haruspexy, the traditional art of craftsmanship with ancestral grizh to channel the ancestral spirits into their creations. In the meantime, the one known as Ofric’Lur has taken the mantle of Huntsgoth, continuing the Hunt of a Hundred years in spectacular fashion after the disappearance of our last lead hunter. Mere kaktuz days ago he lead an expedition to successfully slaughter multiple large alligators and even capture ag live Throdaag: This is a H’ (V) meter tall bipedal reptilian behemoth! Covered in additional fanged maws and slitted eyes, the massive and cruelly intelligent maneater entered a rage upon its subordinates being slaughtered by Ofric, rushing through the lake towards the party. Larger than dub ologs side by side, the being’s titanic might was halted by the honorable skills of Lakeidas’Raguk, Avotha’Lur, Obok Metaldrinks, and our new Targoth Kuvirr. The enraged beast thrashed around until with clever use of whistles and various distractions, including a large broadhead arrow from Kor’garr, it tumbled into a binding hex from Zhomo Emony Akaal and was incapacitated. The savage and monstrously strong creature, requiring H’gahk (VIII) Uruks to lift, rested caged within the Gorkil Clan Hall for later use in San’Velku’s arena through Ofric’s excellent tactics and guidance until slaughtered by the Rex himself. Even now the honorable worshipper of Votar searches for more prey to take down. In the very words spoken during his Claim; “Lup Votar, the King of the Hunt, patron of all those who lurk in the tall grass and stalk their prey. Lup Freygoth, whose benevolence surrounds and provides the very beasts and animals we stalk.” Another new event for the Horde is the establishment of a neutral and unaffiliated Alms-giving guild called the CRUCIBLE upon Horde Lands with permission from the Rex. This coalition of artisans and crafters aim to spread good will and knowledge throughout Almaris for all Descendants to prosper, and they have been making outreach efforts to various other communities for an exchange of expertise or trade. If your group might be interested in contacting those who would accept all with good will for the Descendants, regardless of origin or nature, Kor’garr does act as Head Scribe and may be messaged. The Crucible is already announcing classes to reduce illiteracy amongst uneducated populations! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Many events of note have taken place over the past few weeks in Hayhollow, land of the Halflings and a usual quiet respite from the Eternal Wagh of Almaris. Azhtly, they declared war. Let Kor’garr repeat in writing: The HALFLINGS have declared war on Burrz-spawn and Ibleesian cultists that have been invading their lands, even calling members of one daemonic cult to trial over blaspheming within their lands. Mimosa Applefoot, Mayor of Bywater, released multiple descriptions of these cultists so they might face the rightful purging they deserve for betraying the Descendants of Almaris. Of course, the culprits never revealed their cowardly faces even to the so-called smallfolk. Instead, they committed a petty act of vandalism by cursing a tree and turning it into some form of demonic plant. Ultimately their revenge was harmless, the howling edifice of twist wood easily removed by a decent logging choppa’ and a few minutes of hard work. More recently Hayhollow has had a burst of anti-biggun or outsider sentiment, making official changes to their codes for housing and properness that ensure fellow halflings take priority. This comes after many concerns of overcrowding and the dilution of Halfling Kulture, with Mimosa Applefoot the Mayor of Bywater stating: “We must first take care of our own people! A shire for halflings, by halflings, and of halflings!” Personally Kor’garr can understand the annoyance of having unwelcome visitors constantly attempting to settle upon your land agh ignore proper culture. An update: In additional Anti-Biggun action a merchant stall was burned down over its use of minas coin and locked containers. A manifesto in what appears to be pumpkin juice was penned advocating for a general removal of all foreign cultural influence from the Hayhollow region, including large houses and economic systems. The Kaktuz Weekli will report upon further developments if needed. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Skumu has decided that there is nub enough buub facts for Skumu to keep putting facts, so for this izzue of Kaktuz Weekli, Skumu is starting a competition! Readers please send in Poems dedicated to Skumu’s brave and charismatic pig, Kor’Garr Jr! Skumu and Kor’Garr will choose the winner and lat will win a personal art by Skumu herself! Sounds fun yub? Latz must send in your entry before the next issue! Skumu’s time limit will be azh week since Kaktuz Weekli gets published! Hozh luck!! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Here is where Kor’garr or other members of the Kaktuz Weekli will respond to messages submitted by our readers! Feel free to Blah with Kor’garr or send a bird to San’Velku’s aviary with your questions or stories, and we will put them into the Paper! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Please note we are still looking for interviews with those who participated in the Siege of Shattered Skies! Next Week: More will be added in later issues! Please note we are still hiring members for a variety of occupations which will be paid for in Minas or other goods if negotiated! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Kor’garr - Zkriptgoth, Owner. Skumu - Head Artist, Formatter Kretz'Ox - Assistant Writer --
  15. THE TYPES OF DUELS HUR’MAUK is the standard duel, not to the death but until the opponent falls unconscious or surrenders. MAT’MAUK is the duel where both opponents place their lives on the line. Where the fight does not stop until the other party dies, if one party surrenders during such a fight, the winner is allowed to execute. AN EXPLANATION These types of duels have been a tradition among the orcs ever since the rise of KRUGMAR. They are chosen to prove a point in one's argument, to praise the spirits, to show dominance over the other, to show discipline, etcetera. Both duels share a similarity, which is the code of honor and the refusal to use any sort of magic, dark or spiritual, during such a fight. The two opponents then set themselves their own rules if they so wish, and a choice of weaponry. The use of a weapon is not forced upon either party during the fight; both sides have the ability to use their bare fists, but if the parties decide to use a weapon, it is frowned upon to give one party an advantage over the other. The call for a HUR'MAUK or MAT'MAUK must have a valid reason, whether it is an accusation or a revenge plot; the fight must have a concrete claim to fight on. Once the claim is proven to be solid, the opponent must accept it, as it is dishonorable to do otherwise. However, a MAT'MAUK cannot be forced upon a child of KRUG. The challenged may declare the fight a HUR'MAUK.
  17. 【♢ -♢- ♢】 Bundles of newspapers would be spread throughout Almaris for all to see. While written cleanly and vividly upon dense sheets of high quality parchment, the pages of blocky script would also be covered in scribbled cute doodles! Including the wonderful BRAND! The floral berry smell of jungle inks wafts pleasantly from each heavy page. This must be... 【♢ -♢- ♢】 Vol. Futh (IV) Azh’Kint’Azhty’Futh (CXIV) (114), Second Age ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ As promised, Kor’garr needs to explain what happened to delay last year's paper. Simply put, a select few from the Iron Horde, including Kor’garr and the Rex, were invited to investigate and help reclaim the ruins of Khron’Hundmar at the behest of Qudlia Jusmia. After much travel, over 30 brave adventurers were assembled at the entrance to the cavern, a mighty cacophony of Stouts in plate, elven archers, a few… voidal mages. And even a mighty animated golem of stone and rune crafting. After some exchanges of various supplies and meals to fend off the cold (Kor’garr handed out an Orcish Delight to the Dwed known as Dor’Nal Hammerfist, who greatly enjoyed scarfing down the delicious treat in several massive bites), as well as various prayers to the honored Spirits and the Brath’Mordakin, we made our descent. Immediately, dark tidings were known amongst the warband. Massive spiders and tangled webs had taken residence within the top floor! Kor’garr’s position in the front line alongside the Golem allowed for others to deliver fatal blows to the Olog sized monstrosities of Kinul, and no major injuries were taken. The Rex and Golem notably struck clear killing blows upon these arachnids. After some debates about the nature and origins of such beings, the relationship between the Orcish and Dwarven pantheons, and a small history lesson about Orgon (may it never return to the Ugz), the rest of the halls were cleared until at the bottom depths of the mines a previously undiscovered cave in halted progress. Kor’garr must admit, seeing the coordination of the Ztowtz in their hasty excavation of the path forward was a beautiful experience. Damona and Rylanor Goldhand, Norli Starbreaker, Durin Hammerforge and Klouf Grimgold are all experts in mining and shifting the earth, especially in time with their ancestral songs. Unfortunately what awaited beneath was not so lighthearted in the slightest… A cavern horridly deep below the surface, infested with nightmarish amalgamations of insect and pulsing flesh. Giant fire beetles that could launch themselves, hydra like worms that spat corrosive acid, and Kor’garr personally contested against a pallid lurker of four meters in length. Blades clashed, magic was cast, and injuries of all sorts were taken as the party of Gahk’ty (Thirty) fought to survive against these terrifying monstrosities… And then the rumbling. A massive trench of darkness, chitinous legs, and swarming insects parted ways to reveal a beast of Buurz and Grizh the size of a building… A corrupted lurker broodmother, each leg the size of an Olog and easily a good Futh’ty meters in length, covered in swollen veins and dripping in potent toxic ooze, crushed several dwarves against the crumbling cavern walls with its mere presence. Kor’garr attempted to climb the creature to no avail, merely being drenched in the corrosive numbing slime until hearing a horrid crack echo through the cavern. The party was calling for retreat, the entire cave system threatening collapse… and a Zharan tonne of armored firebeetle had juzt crushed the Rex, crumpling his armor and ribcage into a mangled mess. Kor’garr’s entire body went numb as he, along with Qudlia with her blessings from Akezo being shouted at full volume, spent precious minutes carrying the shattered form of flesh and enchanted armor up through the trembling underground Goi. A dwarf, anchored against the titanic beast with a misthrown tanglefoot potion, screamed in despair and resolve as he was left behind… Time became a blur for me from that point on. All I know, aside from the feeling of melting in Kor’garr’s own weighted and spirit blessed full plate, trapped in an inescapable prison of agonizing slime, is that through some miracle of the Spirits this mere Clanless orc somehow made it to the surface with the Rex in tow and alive before falling to a paralyzed heap underneath gloomy clouds and pouring rain. The goi of Khron’Hundmar was devoured. Not by the worm, but some new swarm of horrific insects. Only after heavy healing from the blessed Jusiam Quzmia did Kor’garr even lay eyes upon the collapsed mountain of rubble, or have the strength to write once more. The Kaktuz Weekli is dismayed to announce this new threat to all the beings of Almaris. Doom approaches, and it is not from the Necromancers or a dragon corpse. It rises from beneath. After writing this Article it is revealed the Dwarf attached to that Broodmother somehow survived, and is now some sort of prophet. Truly, the one known as DURIN AKRAKTHREIN HAMMERFORGE has been blessed with the boon of Ghorza’s luck. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ As some of you readers have seen, there was recently a massive incident between our new Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal and the Motsham Al-Uk’Yar of the Grand Moot, where he and several others made a public statement accusing our leader of… well, a lot. These various accusations were then followed by a lengthy list of demands including his resignation from the Rexdom, a subsequent trial, and even the threat of a Civil Wagh were said demands not accepted. In their words, “Should the Bûrz Rex fail to descend within the next cactus day a combined force of the Bronzen Band lead by the Honorable Pamphilios, The Ashen State of Nor’Asath lead by its Primarch, Netseth Loa’Chil, As well as a combined warband of the faithful uruks, elf spawn and other Bûrz hunting Orders or Entities shall cascade upon the Rex Palace and purge the Bûrz away.” This public missive, signed by multiple spiritual authorities including but not limited to Murdoc’Lak the Aengulslayer, Netseth Loa’chil the Primarch of Nor’Asath, and Pamphilos of Sulianopoli, created bub’hozh amounts of civil unrest within San’Velku… For nub’Uruks that means many angry shouts, a few fistfights, and even some weapons being drawn out of scabbards. Thankfully, Kor’garr was present when Rex Ar’Borok announced an emergency gathering in the Hall of Rexes for this conflict to be resolved honorably before any Uruk blood was spilled by the blade of fellow kin. The air within San’Velku’s keep was horridly tense, irritable Ologs and hot headed Raguks clamoring to make themselves heard over the riotous clamor. Kretz’Ox and Qudlia Jusmia stepped forth to state at least some of the accusations were outdated, considering their recent trip alongside the Rex to the Lesser Immortal Spirit of Orcish purity Dûthsharkû, and only then did the main opposition towards the Rex arrive, the Motsham himself, in heavy robes and bearing a gnarled staff. Both the Armored Akaal and the Robed Yar hurled insults and frustration at each other, both insulted by the lack of honesty and clarity in the other’s actions… Azh by Azh each point within the original missive was addressed. A wave of vampirism within San’Velku in years past, the nature of how the Rex views the spirits, a lengthy discussion about the Brazen Bull and his status as Buurz or not… At one point, the young cub known as Kuvirr proposed the excellent idea of The Motsham and Aengulslayer acting as advisors to the rex in a more official capacity, an option immediately accepted with great enthusiasm by those within the Hall. With tensions settling and promises of greater clarity exchanged, Rex and Motsham approached each other with daggers in hand and grins upon their weathered faces. The Rex: “Grîzh hûl grîzh hôn. Urûkim grîzh. Hôn izû Kinul, Scorthuz, Leyd ûgh Freygoth. Hôn izûbu grîzh ah-âsh, KRUG” And the Motsham’s response: “Beahr latz palm Borok ob deeh Akaal, Zo wi kan bi bruddahz.” Blood was drawn and palms pressed against each other by a display of ultimate trust not seen in generations. With the chanting of Uld Blah and the mingling of ancestral blood, the two Uruk leaders were bound to each other in an ancient ritual of brotherhood, to show their reforged honesty and unity! A massive chant echoed throughout the air above San’Velku: “Azh'Grish, Azh'Horde, Azh'Voyce!” The topic of Agis Penweather and his conflict with the Rex was also mentioned, leading to the, somehow mutual, breaking of the Albai’s arm and his consequent loss of consciousness in the middle of the Hall. After a lengthy celebration from the resolved conflict, a joint missive was published by both the Grand Moot and the Iron Horde in order to settle any ongoing sentiment of frustration or perceived slights. The statements include a mutual recognition of authority between the Rex and Motsham in their duties and authority concerning both the Iron Horde and Grand Moot, a dismissal of the previous accusations from both parties, a formal agreement to cure the now verified ‘buurz’ being known as The Brazen Bull, and of course an official announcement of the newly made blood bond between Ar-Borok’Akaal and Al-Uk Yar. With this possible schism resolved through Truth and Honorable conduct, a bright future is shown for the Iron Horde! P.S. Kor’garr must note that while Krug-kind does struggle with the curse of Bloodlust, our own governmental conflict was handled with far greater efficiency than the events concerning a certain Zhara kingdom to the East. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ This whole article started with a single legal document read by Kor’garr, a summons of one Jovennar Bishop of Haense, to the court over allegations of some botched trial. Suddenly I was reading through demands from children to kings, allegations of adultery between two male Zharas (which Kor’garr still doesn’t peep the issue about the choice of partner there?), and an absolute riot of a court transcript. Simply put? The legal court of Haense is a mess, and that’s from us here at Krugmar. We don’t even have written laws at the moment. In a message to the king, three young kubs are demanding reparations for being unable to sit in as the audience of an ongoing trial. This is already concerning, as hiding the judgement of the Truth behind closed doors allows for lies and dishonor of the most heinous kind. Worse yet is the preferential treatment given to certain children due to their family line, a strange human practice that is quite useless. Cubs are cubs, they should be taught and protected equally instead of being bullied by armed adults. Moving on, the summons over the case of Alejandro Sands was due to a severe… mess. This Jovennar Bishop was being summoned to “explain himself”, which we all gruk in human terms means to stand there while someone with a crown yells at you over what you zkah’d up on. Again, the happenings of a strangely private court hearing were questioned, and the mention of spectators not being protected by guards and robbed in front of the courthouse are hilariously laughable. Was no one carrying a proper stabba’ to defend themselves? On that note, why were these bandits in the middle of the Hanseti capital not executed? While Kor’garr does not wish to re-write the entire transcript, it is available from the Haense government archives and I highly recommend giving it a glance-over. There are misused legal terms, a defenestrated Olog, an apparent riot, children throwing fish, and more. An excellent comedy script if I have ever peeped one. Despite the humorous tone, this is sadly no laughing matter, for shortly after was the honorable soul Audo Weiss, a veteran who helped defend all of Almaris against the undead Cloudbreaker, summoned to the court for "assult", again in a case taken by this Jovenarr. Over self defense against a stranger to the nation. Again, Kor’garr is baffled by the sheer lack of common sense in the Haense courts… Thankfully, Kor’garr has some ‘hozh news. After being summoned by both the Knightly Council of Haenseti-Ruska and the crown, the former Jovenaar Bishop has been stripped of his job, office, fancy knight titles, and political or legal authority in one fell swoop. In quite the appropriate move, the official notice from the knighthood stated Bishop’s breaking of their code of chivalry, which I imagine to be much like the Kodes of Krug except not quite as high in standard compared to the Descendant race literally blessed with being Honorable. Similarly the Crown made a good decision for twice (once being their support in the Siege of Shattered Skies), explaining that.. “With the distrust of the citizens of Hanseti-Ruska towards the nominated Jovenaar, he could no longer continue rightfully in his role as an appointed Jovenaar of the nation.” Let’s all hope the Truth is brought to light more quickly in the future, nub? In the meantime maybe Kor’garr should write up a formal record of laws in the Iron Horde… ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Ah, Yub, the Uncooked Orcish Delight. While a delicacy amongst the children of Krug, it can be seen as savage, barbaric, or heinous to those without more open minded sensibilities concerning appetite. Simply put, the Orcish Delight is a traditional meal or snack of a whole, freshly slaughtered, raw poultry. Of course this seems disgusting by itself to any foreign readers, so rest assured that this wonderful treat is actually the pinnacle of fine dining despite any crude appearance. First, the chicken is slaughtered and the raw poultry plucked and blessed in the name of Glutroz, the spirit of gluttony and greed, for his appetite is what leads to the eventual mouthwatering savory tang. Afterwards, the infusion must be prepared, for that is what makes this dish truly special. Fresh blood from an Albai soldier, a captured elf that has waged against the Iron Horde, is taken in ritual sacrifice to the Major spirit Gazigazh, also known as the Blood Mother. The vital crimson brine is collected into a large cast ferrum cauldron, into which crushed desert berries, thinly sliced and harshly spicy peppers, and some powders such as cinnamon and peppercorn are all mixed. The bundles of avian meat, still uncooked, are submerged completely into this metallic culinary jus for an entire Kaktuz day as shamans then perform multiple rituals in honor of the ancestral spirits of Grubgoths who have created this amazing delicacy in the past until finally seeking the blessing of the ancestral Grubgoth Wud, to properly anoint the now thoroughly crimson meat. Immediately after removal these rare treats are wrapped up within wax paper and stored in frigid areas to prevent spoiling, if not consumed immediately after the taxing rituals. In terms of taste, the Orcish Delight has an avian meat base that is almost overpowered with the delicious coppery tang of Albai blood. Notes of sweetness from the ripe desert berries balance perfectly with the searing heat from those split open seeds within the harsh peppers, and an undertone of bitterness from the peppercorn lays beneath the umami of uncooked flesh. Once you bite in, the crimson stain from infused jus is visible throughout the entirety of the uncooked bird! No matter your origin, Kor’garr highly recommends trying an Uncooked Orcish delight at least once! The comforting pungent aroma reminds you of the battlefields, sating your bloodlust and inspiring you to do your best for an upcoming Wagh. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ This segment, new with this week's release, will show off famous and important locations in the Krugmarian capital of San'Velku! First will be the pride and joy of our blacksmiths, the Spirit Forge! Called 'Aanghum Znarim-ob' in the shamanic language of Uld Blah, this mystical smithery gives off a feeling of awe and majesty to any proper metalworker. This wonderful artifact was made by a Moot of shamans… Blessed by both the Immortal Greater Spirit of… Gentharuz, and the most famous orc blacksmith in recorded history, Azog himself! A boon to any metalworker, the forge allows for metal to flow and shift with ease, convincing even the most stubborn metals to be cast into molds without issue or weakening of the final product! Of course, the wondrous nature of this sacred forge truly shines when an experienced shaman and blacksmith work together as azh vessel for the spirit's influence on this Ugz; such collaboration allows for the creation of blessed weapons enchanted by the Greater Spirits through proper ritual during the forging process. The war-fog of Enrohk, shades of Kor, gleaming silver brilliance of Kezt, all can be imbued within these sacred works of faith and metallurgy. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ A good while ago, an announcement from the Grand Moot was released on how the lesser vampire Sarah Artenin was on trial as a Buurz creature. Kor’garr was there to record the events first hand, and can provide a full transcript if readers wish, but for brevity we shall display the following quote from Motsham Al-Uk Yar: “Sentenced by the One Voice, Motsham Al-Uk’Yar, And cured by Techgoth Kretz’Ox’s alchemical mastery the former Lesser Vampyr Sarah Artenin has been cured of the wretched disease known as vampirism. Additionally Sarah has been found to be tied to the wretched void, This too a disease outlawed in the territories of the Grand Moot.. The Motsham has sentenced Sarah to find the cure and take upon residence within the Spiritual stronghold of Nor’Asath where the local Pôrobmog Qudlia Jusmia along with aid of Scortuzian, Agis Penweather, are tasked with the cleansing of the sentenced soul.” This extremely merciful decision was due to Sarah’s earnestness in seeking out an end to the taint in her soul and willingness to provide the names of other suspected blood-tainted darkspawn to the Grand Moot. Afterwards, Sarah Artenin was escorted to the Krugmar clinic of Dr. Bumba Akaal. Bound down tightly upon an operation table with heavy ropes and chains of aurum, the woman prepared for Kretz’Ox, master alchemist and leader of clan Ox, to assemble the cure using potent reagents and a sample of pure human blood. After some bloodletting to weaken her, Sarah was fed the cure… The results were harsh yet hopeful. Howls of rage similar to the bloodlust of Krug-kind, thrashing and straining against sizzling chains, demands for something, anything, anyone to drink from… Praises of Scorthuz, spirit of purity, were given by the Shaman. “Scorthû'z afâr! Krank ob Kaal!” As a note, during the curing of a vampire it is imperative they are tightly restrained and kept away from any source of flesh blood. Them drinking the Grizh whether directly or from a glass will cause the cure to fail. Extended fangs fell away, blood red eyes dimming as the lesser, now former, vampire lost her energy, falling to near unconsciousness… Afterwards, Sarah Artenin and her spouse were provided housing and medical aid within the Ker Goi of Nor’Asath, yet despite orders from the Grand Moot turned out to quickly flee in departure to Lurin. In response, a missive of foolishness and warning was given out by the Silver Lubba in response to the Iron Horde’s merciful curing of one of their citizens! While they claim “the holding of our citizens against their will is a vile act”, Kor’garr does note that the tension was settled personally by the Motsham and Silver Lubba. Eventually, Sarah Artenin and her spouse were willing to meet in a neutral location for an exclusive interview with the Kaktuz Weekli! The full transcript is recorded as follows (Spoken Blah is written in Common): ✦✧――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Sarah Artenin: “Alright-tighty, I am ready for an interview.” Kor’garr: “How did you meet each other, brief accomplishments, stuff like that?” Sarah Artenin: “Me and Faeryel met some time ago, actually. I'm currently seventy-six, if it matters. It was in a tavern, and, Faeryel correct me if I'm wrong, overhearing some conversations I wedged myself into the topic at hand. If I recall it was magical in nature. I taught her magic, aaand, well, stuff happened, and we drifted apart. The story resumes some thirty-one years ago, where we then hit it back off with each other, and entered our relationship.” Faeryel: “And I don't know whatever other details you need. I told Sarah my vast and very interesting life story, and she agreed to teach me. This was in the Llyrian city-state, on Arcas, some… hundred and seventy years ago. Hundred and ninety-one, Wow, almost two hundred.” Kor’garr: “Is that not very very old for one cursed with the mortality of Horen’s blood?” Sarah Artenin: “I should mention I have often travelled to the far-reaching corners of the world, away from civilization, where times seem to shift and act differently. Hence why my age does not match this time frame.” Kor’garr: “So, after all that time and voidal connection. You seemed calm and at peace with life. How did Vampirism get mixed into it?” Sarah Artenin: “As I explained at my trial, I was turned to vampirism by forceful means. The way one is turned is by the consumption of tainted blood, and, if you are unfortunate enough, the curse will spread. There was a time where I was very eager to get it removed, however, due to the social stigmas at the time, and the cases I observed of 'cures' often meaning 'burned alive', I decided instead to just hide away. I figured society would eventually progress to a point where curing was normalized, instead of murder, at which point I'd then search it out again. Thankfully, in my time as a blood-sucking parasite, I had one consistent support in my life. Faeryel. It was thanks to her efforts that I was able to avoid attacking the innocent, and we managed to keep my condition out of the eyes of others.” Kor’garr: “Yes, the blind hate against victims of the Dark can work against the goals for a more pure World… And such choices didn’t impact your relationship?” Sarah Artenin: “I think it'd be best if Faeryel answered this one, if she'd like, as she was definitely bearing the burden and strain.” Faeryel: “For me, it was a bit of a… mixed bag. I'm an elf. Sarah's a human. The obvious problem in our relationship hung heavy over my head. I didn't want her to die. I still don't. I think it's monstrously unfair that we should have less time to spend together, just because of the differences in our heritage. It was a curse, yes, and it harmed her in… subtle ways. But I gladly gave up my blood for more time with her. It was more than fair.” Kor’garr: “And yet, it hurt you. It hurt Sarah. It was a danger to everyone that was unaware of the truth, unable to help or protect themselves if everything went wrong. No?” Faeryel: “Well, it both introduced some new fears and assuaged some old ones. I no longer had to worry about my wife dying of old age. I now had to worry about her being hunted down. I would say the fear of persecution greatly outweighed the hurt of extracting a pint of blood every year.” Kor’garr: “So worse than the disease, is the lack of support for the afflicted? And how did you not get it as well?” Faeryel: “I didn't get it because I'm not in the habit of drinking my wife's blood.” Sarah Artenin: “Mhm. And I was not in the habit of trying to feed it to her. It spreads through drinking undiluted cursed blood.” Kor’garr: “So you say, after over twenty years, you did not get sick even when Sarah fed on you. Which means that those afflicted don’t need to worry about accidentally spreading it.” Faeryel: “Indeed, you can only become a vampire from drinking a vampire's blood, so if you're extending someone's life by donating your own blood, you have nothing to fear.” Kor’garr: “Then let’s talk about the curing process.” Sarah Artenin: “Mm! The trial and the cure. What did you want to ask about?” Kor’garr: “I never heard how you were brought to Krugmar, Sarah. Did you seek the cure yourself?” Sarah Artenin: “Uh… Mm, no. That day in particular… I actually came to Krugmar to talk a little about the spirits, to try and learn a little more. I was… Rather unfortunately stricken with ill fortunes, that day, as I found myself surrounded at the aviary, and more-or-less forced into a salt test. I carried no weapons, nor ill will, and as I saw the salt coating the dagger, well, I didn't want to experience the searing pain that comes with the salt test. So, I simply admitted that I would fail the salt test specifically, and asked if I could leave Krugmar, never return, and that could be the end of it. After all, by this point me and Faeryel had established a routine, and I was causing no harm to any others… Alas, 'twas not to be. They subjected me to the salt test anyway, despite my admittance of guilt, and summarily grabbed me, threatened to break my bones if I resisted, and dragged me to trial. Then begins the trial part, which, well, I'm sure you're aware of that part. I think you were there? It's all a bit of a blur, in truth. My nerves got to me, and I emptied my stomach on the floor twice. Couldn't stop shaking. Very terrifying experience.” Kor’garr: “Well, it is good that you told the truth before being stabbed, though I do wonder how you were chosen to test. Orcs are rough when confronted with unexpected surprises. But that is no excuse. How are you doing living in Nor’Asath?” Sarah Artenin: “Mm, I wonder too. One of lifes mysteries. I was unarmed, that day, and not wearing armour. I thought wearing a smile and a peaceful enough look'd dissuade folk. It usually did. Uuuh.” Faeryel: “It remains a mystery how they deduced that Sarah's be a good person to corner and test.” Sarah Artenin: “Regarding the movement situation. Mm. Well, in truth, the Motsham's words were a little… Abducty. I was more than willing to learn about the spirits before-hand, hence why I travelled to Krugmar in the first place. I wanted to go to my home. In Lurin, the place I've lived for many, many years. I was told that I lived in Nor'asath now, and that it wasn't really my decision to make… In their insistence in attempting to brainwash me, it actually has driven a fearful wedge between me, and my enjoyment regarding learning of the spirits. So, admittedly, I am sad to say I am currently residing in Lurin, a little bruised and scarred from the situation… My education on the spirits comes, now, from a few friends of mine from Nor'Asath that I'm in contact with, and some of the Haelun'orian shamans.” Kor’garr: “I will say at least in part that was intended to keep you both safe from crusading Canonists or other unspiritual types. I offer to educate you as well.” Sarah Artenin: “… It set my desire to learn to a pitiful amount. I really wanted to learn, I really, really did. But… The Krugmar-Nor'Asath experience really ruined that for me.” Kor’garr: “I am sad to hear that… And your voidal connection? Has it ever complicated the condition or curing?” Sarah Artenin: “Uhm, well, my voidal connection is a little unique, you see. It's distanced from me, in fact, which results in the poisoning I experience being heavily restricted. My magics are hindered, and most masteries I had are rendered null and void, as I can no longer cast the big spells. My strength and stamina are functionally identical to what I could've achieved pre-poisoning. In fact, I'm pretty shredded, actually. I even roam in half-plate, most of the time.” - “But to answer the question as to whether or not… I've considered completely disconnecting myself from the void? Well…. Once, maybe twice. It pops into my head as a passing thought, but it's been such an integral part of my life for so long that… It'll take a lot of time for me to do it, if I decide to at all, you know? It's a major, life-changing decision. Not something that can be so readily forced on an unwilling soul. To let that go, you need to be certain, I feel.” Kor’garr: “Now that you are not Vampire-kin, will the connection shorten your lifespan?” Faeryel: “No, garden-variety voidal practice has no effect on your lifespan.” Sarah Artenin: “Mhm.” Kor’garr: “Alright. And what of the future?” Sarah Artenin: “The future… Well… To me, our future is us. I think that no matter what comes next, whether it be my disconnect from the void, or, some other path… I'm sure that I'll make it through okay, so long as I have Faeryel.” Faeryel: “. . .My thoughts exactly.” Kor’garr: “So, what would you recommend to those in the same struggle as yourself, Sarah? Seeking a cure, but fearing for their life from zealots?” Sarah Artenin: “… I… Would advise them to confide in close friends, and their support circle, who can try to reach out to people that can cure the individual, without necessarily endangering themselves to the zealous who believe redemption is impossible. Trust in your friends, and your family… And try to get help early. I found that the longer I was afflicted, the less I wanted to turn back, personally.” Kor’garr: “Despite the actions against you, have you heard of the stout who got cured from their void affliction, willingly?” Sarah Artenin: “Mm, I've read that missive. I was mentioned by name in it. I'm happy that the dwarf was able to find their peace in parting with the void, and wish them all the best on their new journey through life. Hopefully, it's a happier one than the one they lived.” Kor’garr: “Given the Moot can in fact peaceably cure those willing, would you recommend that those afflicted with Vampirism reach out to the Horde of their own volition?” Sarah Artenin: “You know, actually.” - “I was surprised by the efficiency, and care, that the Orcs took in curing me. It was a much gentler affair than I was expecting. The curing process, whilst painful, was better than I expected. The aftermath wasn't, but, yes, I'd personally recommend reaching out to Krugmar, provided they're treated as fairly as I was through the process.” [We all thanked Skumu here for their wonderful artwork of the interview.] Kor’garr: “Thank you Sarah. Any last words?” Sarah Artenin: “Hmm… Thank you for reporting honestly on the matter, and interviewing me for my opinions and words. It's been a… Good experience, and helps put to ease some fears I had. I'm looking forward to reading the next issue. Um. Um. Oh, and I love my wife Faeryel, she's the best ever wife, and you should put that in the newspaper. That I love her so much, I would give my heart and soul for her happiness.” Faeryel: “. . .It was a harrowing experience. I'd rather not go through something like that again, but my worst fears of Sarah being discovered weren't realized, and our relationship's gotten stronger because of it.” ✦✧――――――――――――――――――✧✦ If lat or someone lat knows wishes to be cured from the vampiric plague, please encourage them to reach out, either to the Kaktuz Weekli, the Iron Horde, or the Grand Moot, for treatment. We will offer all willing a new life without fear of being a Darkspawn, the ability to take up housing, and education on the Spirits. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Welcome to Skumu's second ( Dub ) Buub segment! Skumu has been working really hard to think of hozh facts for you all! What Skumu has learned is that Buubz dream just like lat agh mi! Buubz dream of many things Skumu can barely imagine! But while watching all the buubz Skumu has learned that not only do they dream and kick their little legs, buubz also sleep nose to nose with their bruddas and friends! Isn't that so cute? Skumu wishes she was a buub so she could sleep nose against Skumus' favorite people. Like Kor'Garr! Skumu would sleep nose to nose with Kor'Garr if Kor'garr was a buub. Oh! And Borok! And Lakeidas'Raguk, Oh and SkullCrusha'Raguk! Skumu would sleep nosey nose with them too! Skumu has many friends! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Kor’Garr and Skumu are proud to say thank you to the Rex of Krugmar! So RULG Borok! Latz support is meaningful and this paper wouldn’t be around if we didn’t have such a hozh Rex!! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Here is where Kor’garr or other members of the Kaktuz Weekli will respond to messages submitted by our readers! Feel free to Blah with Kor’garr or send a bird to San’Velku’s aviary with your questions or stories, and we will put them into the Paper! “Dear Kor’garr, I am a reader of your Newspaper, the Kaktuz Weekli. It is nice to see someone who observes and writes the events of the world for others to see and learn from. I am from Haense, and was wondering on your opinion of the recent happenings within our legal system?” -Unsigned Reader Luckily for you, the Kaktuz Weekli has already made this article just above! Glad to sate your curiosity. “What motivated you to begin a paper explaining the events of the World? It must be difficult - what prompted you and Skumu to take on such a task?” -Celian Bough When Kor’garr returned from the wild wastes of the southernmost sands, he had been given a task from the spirit Kor himself, to properly record the honorable lives and histories of those entering the Ancestral Realm, my fellow members of Krug-kind. This led me to discover a fierce devotion to spreading the Truth, not just of Orc Kulture but events concerning Almaris at large! It is a calling I follow most fervently, to properly honor the spirits Immortal and Ancestral, as well as my still living kin. Skumu just likes to help Kor’Garr! Nub thing else! “Should the Krug-Hai have more officer positions?” - Kuvirr Kor’garr is not the Targoth, but officer positions sound like a good idea as the army expands. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Next Week: An Archive of the War in Petra! Uruk of the Week makes a Return! More will be added in later issues! Again, Rulg to the Writer’s Guild of Almaris for their support in this publication. Also please note we are still hiring members for a variety of occupations. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Kor’garr - Zkriptgoth, Owner. Skumu - Head Artist, Formatter -- [OOC - Pings and References]
  18. 【♢――】 Bundles of newspapers would be spread throughout Almaris for all to see. While written upon dense sheets of high quality parchment, the pages of blocky script would also be covered in scribbled cute doodles! Including a wonderful BRAND! The scent of jungle berries wafts from vividly colored inks... but for some reason the printing looks rushed, formatting slightly off. 【♢――】 Vol. Dub (III) Azh’Kint”Azhty’Gahk (CXIII) (113) of the Second Age ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ FOREWORD Many of you wonderful readers have been wondering why this wasn't released yet, or will have questions about the lack of some usual topics we include. Simply put, Kor'garr is still recovering from severe injusries at the vicious maw and toxins of an exotic broodmother lurker of some horrific origin. More details will be released soon, so We here at the Kaktuz Weekli apologize for the substandard issue. On the other hand, this is getting written anyways because something is better than nothing... And also due to many here giving Kor'garr some very much needed advice the Kaktuz Weekli is looking for writers, reporters and other employees to help make the article part of this organization less of a one orc show. Amendments to this issue may come in the future, maybe not. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ As all across Almaris might know, the undead scourge once known as Cloudbreaker has been defeated by a grand coalition of forces from across Almaris! Irrespective of origins, brave warriors, magic users, medics, and ballista crews worked together to defend the city of Balian from a long siege as a group of expert adventurers fought to destroy the accursed vessel animating the dead dragon… And all forces were successful. While lives were lost in the glorious battle against the Buurz, the sacrifices of the honorable souls are not in vain. A special edition of the Kaktuz Weekli will be released in the near future containing greater details, a recounting of the many events that occurred, and interviews with multiple sources that took part in the battle. If you have reached out about interviews, do not worry, Kor'garr will meet with lat soon. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ THE RISE OF A NEW IRON HORDE! In an unprecedented reveal, a Kukaal (Clan Leader) of Clan Akaal has announced a challenge for the position of Rex against the currently reigning Rex Willy of San’Velku. A public missive posted upon the walls of San’Velku, explains Ar-Borok Akaal’s motivation to shift Krugmar towards a more aggressive stance “against the deceiver, against her necromancers, mystiks, vampyrs and other darkspawns'' as the lands of Almaris prepare for War once more. This is after various claims of Rex Willy, despite being a good diplomat, remaining inactive concerning other hostile nations and the progress of the Iron Horde in general. Meanwhile Ar-Borok is an individual notorious for controversy, including an incident creating tensions between Krugmar and Aaun during the Siege of Shattered Skies. Kaktuz Weekli staff, present in person when the challenge was stated, quote from Ar-Borok “As the Wagh on darkness goes on, it is time for us to return to an age of war. Willy is not a warrior, he is a diplomat, a [Redacted] good one. I had talks with the Wargoths of Clan Ugluk and of Clan Lur, with the Dominus and Rex. Here and now, I claim the title of Rex of the Iron Horde.” We all eagerly awaited Rex Willy’s response and it turns out the former Rex does approve of the mantle passing down. Unfortunately an official Honor Klomp, a practice not seen in generations, will not be assembled for the Spirits to show their favor upon either potential leader… but other leadership announcements have created much change in the Iron Horde. Droku of Clan Lur has taken the title of Huntsgoth to announce a Hundred Year Votar, Kybal of the Akaals is stepping up as leader of their clan, and Skullcrusher of Clan Raguk will now command the Iron Horde’s military as Targoth of the Krug-Hai. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Foreign Affairs: WARNING! A TRAITOR AT LARGE! Despite our recent victory against the Buurz, Kor’garr believes this information is quite important. Recently the leadership of the Iron Horde and spiritual nations at large have released announcements declaring the one formerly known as Kul’Raguk to be a Whitewash and affiliated with the Darkspawn! Specifically, This horrid traitor has aligned itself with beings of necromantic and demonic natures, dishonored the spirits, interrupted the sacred process of a venture into the Spiritual Realms, and openly become a worshiper of cursed Ibless. In turn, Clan Raguk has stripped the Whitewash of all titles and affiliations. In effect, this means Kul “The Red Worm” should be apprehended or killed on sight by the armed forces of any spiritualist or Darkspawn opposing nation. The traitor is a crimson red skinned being around six feet tall, commonly wearing robes and a mask to disguise the lack of proper orcish tusks. Caution is recommended as there have been sightings of Kul using dark magics of unknown nature to evade capture. In addition, an Azh’Kint (100) Minas bounty has been placed upon the head of this horrid criminal, to be presented to the gates of Krugmar either dead or alive. Please contact the Kaktuz Weekly or San’Velku personnel immediately upon capture or murder of this blight upon our lands, so the reward may be handed out accordingly. Individuals to be sought out include the Motsham Al-Uk Yar of the Grand Moot, Ker Shaman Jusiam Guzmia of Nor’asath, Kaktuz Weekli owner Kor’garr the Clanless, Challenging Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal, or Dominus Madoc’Lur of the Iron Horde. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Here is where Kor’garr or other members of the Kaktuz Weekli will respond to messages submitted by our readers! Feel free to Blah with Kor’garr or send a bird to San’Velku’s aviary with your questions or stories, and we will put them into the Paper! ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ “More will be added in later issues! Again, Rulg to the Writer’s Guild of Almaris for their support in this publication. Issues will (now) always be released during the later half of the Grand Harvest. Also please note we are still hiring members for a variety of occupations. ✦✧―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――✧✦ Kor’garr - Writer, Zkriptgoth. Skumu - Artist, Formatter [OOC - Pings and References] References
  19. [!] Bundles of newspapers would be spread throughout Almaris for all to see. While written cleanly and vividly upon dense sheets of high quality parchment, the pages of blocky script would be unskillfully formatted, with a noticable lack of pictures or other artwork. [!] THE KAKTUZ WEEKLI Vol. Azh (I) Azh’kint’H’ (XV) (105) Second Age Current Events KRUGMAR SLANDERIZED, HYPOCRISY RAMPANT While the topic of Krugmar’s great war against those beings now referred to as the Synods was going to be the headline piece of this issue, Kor’garr cannot simply watch and do nothing as the Ugz lays outrageous accusations at the feet of all Krug-kind. Consider this an apology for the obvious emotion and clear lack of neutrality in the following article. Recently news of the most cursed being Iblees’ return has been announced, and with it a resounding volley of claims that our Rex and those under him have forsaken the spirits and instead bent the knee to serve under the very being responsible for our curse. In particular, The Albai Princess Valyris Ibarellan directly stated in official writing “The Rex has sworn fealty to Iblees” and “prepares for war alongside the Betrayer’s loyal necromancers.” [!] The piece continues on another page further in... [!] ORC KULTURE - Grog agh Grub Prove Your Strength! Heart-eating and its Benefits. It is well known among the children of Krug that simply defeating a foe in battle is not the best of ways to show your own strength over a bested enemy. Instead, it is common for Orcs to obtain and eat the vital organs of adversaries who have proven especially worthy, as a way of absorbing their strength and climbing it as our own! One muscle of special importance where this is concerned is the heart of a slain enemy, representing their vitality in battle and the flow of their Grizsh (The Blah word for blood, which usually alludes to one of the three famous Orcish humors). In order to show true conquest and growth through the ferocity of battle, a freshly fallen enemy's heart will be carefully harvested with a special blade and then consumed at the site of victory raw and uncooked, to better preserve the echoes of lingering life and appease the spirits. A greater amount of the organ being consumed displays a greater victory over the foe and growth in strength, while being unable to stomach the chosen quantity of raw flesh will show clear signs of arrogance and weakness, not being able to withstand the power of a foe you have already bested. In a less ceremonial sense the consumption of vital organs in a raw form helps young Uruks with their swift maturity and need for large amounts of fresh meat to bolster their quickly growing forms… And let’s not forget that hearts are wonderfully tasty, albeit more dense and gamey than other meats. Kor’garr recommends pairing raw heart with lighter and sweeter beverages such as Cactus Fruit Wine, in order to provide a better contrast between the fragrant aromas of fresh fruit and the metallic tang of a freshly slain foe. Also, against some foes the consumption of their raw and unpurified flesh is a distinctly poor idea, such as those tainted by Buurz’Mojo or the cursed taint of Iblees. The Kaktuz Weekli is nub responsible if you flat yourself from poor decision making. ORC KULTURE - Spiritualism The Spirit of Ublulhar! With this being the first ever issue of the Kaktuz Weekli, now would be a great time to mention the spirit known as Ublulhar, patron of hope and new beginnings! A well known and welcomed entity to praise among Krug-kind, Ublulhar is known for supporting acts of creation and welcoming change towards a brighter future. His commonly represented form is that of a small entling, or living tree, bursting from the ground, symbolizing the growth of new life. Uruks tend to avoid the usual methods of sacrifice when worshiping this spirit, instead tending to the growth of young plants or animals as a way to show devotion to the optimism of Ublulhar’s concepts. ORC KULTURE - Uruk uv da Week This is Uruk of the Week, a section where we highlight a member of our great Horde to talk with and ask them about themselves! With the lack of tik available for interviews, this particular issue is less of an interview and more of a self-introduction. So… Kor’garr Blahs “Ug”. Kor’garr is a Clanless orc that was born in the year 1770 of the first age, being brought to Almaris as a child. I am an accomplished Blacksmith, Dinker of Grog, Diplomat, Friend of Musin, and have even been Rex of the Iron Horde in the past back when it was called the Wagh Nation of Krugmar. My favorite hobbies include beating up giant beasts and collecting bottles of fine alcohol to display in my tower. I am an orc of the Red Sand born under the constellation of Ghorza during Agongraz (or the Amber Cold for the Nub’Uruks)... Ah, and I have a distinctly glorious handlebar mustache. Aside from all that, I am now the owner of the Kaktuz Weekli, though it is more of a one-uruk show at the moment than anything else. Q&A CORNER Here is where Kor’garr or other members of the Kaktuz Weekli will respond to messages submitted by our readers! Feel free to Blah with Kor’garr or send a bird to San’Velku’s aviary with your questions or stories, and we will put them into the Paper! Since this is the azht issue, of course, there is nothing to respond to yet. Ending Comments Staff Notes: “More will be added in later issues! Rulg to the Writer’s Guild of Almaris for their support in this publication. Issues will always be released during the later half of the Amber Cold. Also please note we are hiring artists for photography, art, and formatting purposes. ” (OOC References) (OOC P.S.)
  20. On The Blah [!] The following excerpts switch between a large, scrawling orcish script and a surprisingly legible common [!] Dah Blah iz’ag uld wey uv Ork zpeekyng agh wroightyng, azh dat komz vrum dah Uld Blah uv Krug ‘imzelf! Awl Urukz blah dah Blah, doh et iz divvrent vor eech bruddah ohr ziztah. Kor’garr ‘az bin tuld dat Kor’garr ‘az ‘eavy Blah, buht doze loike dah Gulden Rex Zhot’Rax ‘ad veri leetle acczint. The above is an example of especially strong Blah, the orcish dialect, in writing. Blah is a composite language with two main sources; Firstly, it is based on mangled common due to our thick tusks hindering the ability to pronounce words clearly. Secondly, orcish culture uses various words and phrases from the proper language of Old Blah as a way for the common orc to praise the spirits in their day to day life. Old Blah is a very obscure knowledge passed down from shamans to their apprentices, and it is quite rare to see one speaking it outside of ritual. Blah can also be seen in writing, usually by orcs who have not been taught proper reading and writing of common. Instead, they simply spell out words phonetically and ignore most rules of grammar. In either speech or text, Blah varies widely from person to person, every individual having their unique struggles with making certain sounds. It is important to note the cultural traditions of Blah. Since it is seen as a way to praise the spirits and Krug himself, Orcs will be offended by a brother or sister refusing to speak in Blah. Another taboo is for those not of Krug to attempt speaking blah in the presence of proper orcs. Such mistakes are typically corrected with a closed fist or snarl of disapproval. [OOC] On common words and phrases from Blah: Here is a list of some common terms encountered in Blah. Since old blah was a very rudimentary language, many common similes will find themselves represented by the same word. For example, the words mind, think, and know would all translate to “gruk”. Similarly, “grukk’d” could mean thought or knew, and the terms for head, thinker, or brain are represented by “grukker”. General Conversation: Ug = Hi, Hello, Hail Throm'ka = Formal greeting / welcome Yub = Yes Ukee = OK, Okay Nub = No, Not Gug'ye = Goodbye Lat = You Latz = Your, You're Mi = Me, I Agh = And Rulg = Thank you Dabu = Yes, My pleasure (Obedient, Respectful) 'Hozh = Good Nub'hozh = Bad Bub'hozh = Great, Big Body Parts: Grukker = brain, head, mind Peepurz = Eyes Zniffa = Nose Zowndurz = Ears Glok = Spit Fra = Feet Grish = Blood Teef = Teeth or Tusks (or money) Objects: Blarg = House, Home Mojo = Magic Uzg = World Goi = City Luzk = Axe O'lig = Bow Ligz = Arrow Zult = Sword Ztik = Staff Ztabba = Knife Zmazha = Hammer Zpyke = Spear Zteemiez = Redstone technology Wagh = War Votar = Hunt Peepurz = Eyes Zniffa = Nose Buurz = Dark/black Greenz = Drugs, usually Cactus Green Grog = Drinks, usually alcoholic Grub = Food Grubbins = Raw foodstuff Cultural Terms/ Occupations Iilzpak = Orcish Zodiac Hur'Mauk = Ceremonial Duel of Honor, Non-lethal Mat'Mauk = Lethal Duel of Honor Teeflyngs = Smaller bits of money Tunzantar = Tinker Zhomo = Shaman Iilzhonal = Starwatcher Haruspex = Artist Ruka = Worker, Laborer Mau'Kor = Chosen of Kor/Ancestral Historian Ztargush'Stroh = The spiritual afterlife/ "Starlit Path" Living Things Buub = Pig Brudda = Fellow Orc Ziztah = Fellow Feorc Ztowt, Gazat = Dwarf Twiggiez, Treeuggerz, Albai = Elf Zquealz, Zmawlz = Halflings Quickzpawn, Pinkeh, Zhara = Human Nuutzhara = Ascended Nubded = Undead Buubzhara = Zombie Pigman Howlur = Wolf Momo = Mother Popo = Father Rex = War Uzg Leader Wargoth = Clan Leader Kub = Child Foul Language Zog = damn Zoggin’ =damned, cursed or condemned Zkah, Zaahkah = General curse words Pushdug = Stinky Glob = Fool Git = An Amateur, Someone Inexperienced Concepts/Actions Blah = Talk, Speak, Orcish Language Gruk = Understand, think, thought Klomp = Fight, possibly ceremonial Krimp = Control somebody, Stun, Snare, Capture, Defeat Flat = Dead, Kill Wagh = War Peep = See, Look [OOC] On Orcish numbers: Orcs use a standard base ten counting system, much like the other races of Almaris. However, foreigners to orc culture can quickly become confused by the naming system for digits, where those larger than five start with the prefix of “H”. In text, the numbers are represented through a written title or a corresponding system of letters. For example, the number One or 1 would be written as Azh or I. Two or 2 would be Dub or II, and so on. The counting system can be found below. Azh = One = I Dub = Two = II Gakh = Three = III Futh = Four = IV H' = Five = V H'azh = Six = VI H'dub = Seven = VII H'gakh = Eight = VIII H'futh = Nine = IX Azhty = Ten = X Dubty = Twenty = XX Futhty = Forty = XL H’ty = Fifty = L Azh’Kint = One Hundred = C Dub’kint = Two Hundred = CC ...And so on.
  21. [!] Large posters would be displayed throughout Krugmar, writ upon in bulky yet elegant Blah. Similar works in a surprisingly refined common are spread through Almaris on thick missives of parchment. [!] EMPLOYEES WANTED! As some of you might know, Krugmar will soon release the premier issue of a high quality publication known as the Kaktuz Weekli, a newspaper organized by Kor'garr the Clanless to inform both Krug-kind and Nub-Uruks of Krugmarian happenings. Topics of discussion will include important events both domestic and foreign, explanations of old history, and articles upon Orc Kulture for all to know and understand. For this task we are seeking talented artists and writers to participate in the creation of articles and various media references. Employment will include payment of various kinds, particulars of which can be negotiated with Kor'Garr. Orc heritage is not required, and neither is an understanding of Blah (or Uld Blah), though willingness to become familiar with Uruk Kulture is highly recommended. Please send birds or inquire in person at San'Velku for more information, as positions are limited and time-sensitive. Spirits guide your path, Kor'garr the Clanless
  22. [!] A missive is sent to Krugmar, Celia'nor, Elvenesse, Vortice, across Nor'asath and in addition to members of Clan R'ikarth. A mark of death has been placed upon an estimated six-foot elf in dark robes adorned with golden face tattoos. His weapon of choice is a katana. Guessed to be a vampire based on a previously claimed sighting in Nor’asath years pass. Where he attempted to feed on a child. Guessed to be a blood mage by the Ker who encountered him at the scene of the crime. Morgana R’ikarth is slain. Mutilated a horrific display. Only her head was displayed and serves as the body identifying mark. To her family and friends. We will cremate the body, and place the ashes in an urn within our temple. Members of Clan R’ikarth will be allowed to take this Urn if they so decide. To the settlements around us, we offer a reward for his death. To the Mali’ker across the lands. Keep an eye out for this Azulite. This slayer of kin. If spotted by the Maehr Clergy or citizens of Nor’asath. He will be slain. To the Uruk of Krugmar, I, Qudlia Jusmia, personally will be debted if you capture this Azulite. If you do not bring him to Nor'asath. I ask only that you sacrifice this bastard to Luara, so he may serve some use in his putrid life.
  23. Bukotob Uruk-hai agh Bûrzgolug Non Aggression Both the parties of The Iron Horde and Ashen Realm of Nor’asath will adhere to a pact of non-aggression and will not incite conflict between either side. Both signatories will recognize each other's respective realms as sovereign independent lands and will not subvert the ruling authorities of each respective territory. Nor’asath recognizes The Iron Horde as the sole authority of the Uruk-kin. The Iron Horde recognizes Nor’asath as the sole authority of Mali’ker. Trade & Travel Signatories will agree to trade with one another. Both signatories will allow each respective nation an untaxed stall. Both Signatories will allow free passage for each other's citizens under the same laws as the respective land. Duration The Pact between the Iron Horde and the Ashen State of Nor’asath will endure for fifteen years. Upon Expiration the Pact may be reinstated Primarch of Nor'asath and the Mali'ker High Priestess of Nor’asath Onyx Chief of Nor’asath REX, Willy of San’Velku and The Iron Horde DOMINUS, Madoc'Lur, The Keeper of Knowledge
  24. “Only disappointment lies for them at the end of their Olû Tiil Fruutal, where they will be turned away from the Doraz-ob Kor.” TO NEVAEHLEN AZH Your village, the Vale of Nevaehlen, harbors an Uruk who bears the status of Whitewash. Every Uruk who strays from the path of Krug is labeled as such, as departure from the path is one of the most dishonorable feats an Uruk can commit. I, REX Sahgorim’Ugluk, demand that the Whitewashed Uruk known as Urgnarz is handed to the Uzg for marking. He will return alive, provided he does not resist the marking process. Urgnarz was labeled as whitewash due to his departure from the path of Krug. The whitewash in question even goes so far as to avoid any situation with Uruks from the Uzg, hiding himself away from those who tread an honorable path for reasons the Goth council only assumes to be weak attempts to avoid punishment. DUB Your claims of dishonor are baseless. I, REX Sahgorim’Ugluk, merely acted in self-defense not two cactus weeks ago when the Matriarch haphazardly assaulted me during my searching, even after I had warned her not to approach me any further in an attempt to circumvent a fight. I will not entertain the claims of lessers who wish to warp said events to fit their narrative. GAHK I advise the people of Nevaehlen not to insert themselves into the cultural practices of the Uzg. It will only end poorly for those who do. See Raja. SIGNATURES Sahgorim of Clan Ugluk, Rex of the Iron’Uzg, Bullgoth of Clan Ugluk
  25. A missive, penned in blue ink in the Orcish script, pinned with an arrow firmly to the noticeboard of Krugmar. The missive reads as follows, “To dah azh dat tinkzh dat dah title ob Huntzgoth be nub fit for dah Kubzh ob Lur… Zhengyn butun inzult Lur vit zhengyn aktionzh agh grukkage! For hundredzh agh thouzandzh ob Kaktuz Yearz agh Moons, dah Kubzh ob Lur hab been honouring bizhym anzeztor agh forefather LUR! Kub ob KURG! Chozen ob VOTAR! Meng kom to klaim dah title ob Huntzgoth kuz meng AHM Lur’Khan, meng AHM nub afraid ob dah beaztzh agh kritterz dat forestzh’da libzh! Meng AHM readeh for dah challenge ob dah mantle ob Huntzgoth, dizh be dah Legacy ob Lur. Ab Lur waz chozen by Votar gib Bub’hozh huntah, zo too muzt azh Kub ob Lur rize to dah Challenge… May dah zpiritz blezh dah Kubzh ob Lur kim honour dah Anzeztorz agh bizhym Veyzh! Dah Vey ob KRUG! Meng, GUTLUG LUR’KHAN klaim dah mantle ob Huntzgoth edder by dah blezing ob dah Rex agh dah Zpiritz, oa dah Grizh ob dah Klomp! LÛP’LUR, LÛP VOTAR, LÛP KRUG!” Sealed to the bottom of the missive is the seal of Clan Lur, a Wolf and Moon.
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