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KRUGISTAN CONVENT OF SHAMANS ♪♫♪ NONOBLIGATORY MUSIC BY REX SKÂLVOR’S HAND 215 S.A ______________________________________________________________________________ PREAMBLE Skâlvor has seen the taint of the Immortals upon his people long before his first shaman-meet. Now, he equally recognises the inherent distrust of the TWIGGIE-SHAMAN to be willing to come to Krug. All the same, know this: The faith of Spiritualism, that is the worship of the Spirits through communion with Shamans, is UTTER HOGWAZH. We have seen time and time again, the greed of the Immortals, and that they do not value our worship anymore than they value the lack of worship. The Immortals divide. Where one Shaman, who may be a worshipper of the Spirit of Disease, KINUL may worship and build shrines to his spirit, another Shaman, who may be a worshipper of the Spirit of Health, AKEZO, will look at this Shaman, and call him stupid, and misguided. This cannot do. This is a divisive factor of our faith. There is no unifying code for what little faith we have other than the code of Krug, which itself has become diluted, and shifted again, and again, and again. Know that the code of Krug, which has been changed by every Rex ever, it so seems, will be codified as this under SKÂLVOR, and know that this is the code that this called Convent of Shamans should heed as KRUG’S, and thus by extension, the STARGUSH’STROH’s as a whole: TO BE HONORABLE TO HATE AND PURGE IBLEES TO LOVE AND RESPECT KRUG Beyond this, I know many shaman, and any of those who have heard Skâlvor, who have read of Skâlvor’s praise to Mauloch, will call him misguided. All the same, Skâlvor will be no heretic. Let Mauloch be discussed, and his divinity as SPIRIT-REX, as UNIFIER of KRUG and MALCH be evaluated, independently of the Rex, by this council of shamans. ______________________________________________________________________________ THE CONVENT LET ALL SHAMANS, regardless of RACE, AFFILIATION, WORSHIP, OTHER MAGICKS, CRIMES, and STATUS, be invited to Krugistan, and granted safe passage by this hand, Skâlvor, Rex of Krugistan. LET ALL SHAMANS convene within the desert’s peak, nearest to the ZPIRITS. LET ALL SHAMANS engage, OBLIGATOtRILY, with the practice of consuming CACTUS GREEN, so that nearness to the Stargush’Stroh can be achieved. LET ALL SHAMANS consent, to not leave the desert’s peak until A CODIFIED WILL OF THE STARGUSH’STROH is WRITTEN, TRANSCRIBED, and REPRODUCIBLE. LET ALL SHAMANS who leave before such code is created be executed. LET ALL SHAMANS who reject this invitation without proper reasoning be executed as apostate, and forsaker of the Stargush’STROH. LET ALL WORSHIPPERS OF THE STARGUSH’STROH attend, to give their opinion, and knowledge, but not vote. Arrive, shamans of all ilk, or know that the Horde will hunt you to the end of your days, and that to wander the Badlands will mean nothing but death. SIGNED, SKÂLVOR REX OF KRUGISTAN, WAGHTINKA OF THE THAUG’MAUGRIM

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KRUGISTAN MARCH OF THE AZHAL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akFZtK0GVU4 (SONG IS OBLIGATORY TO READ POST) BY REX SKALVOR’S HAND KRUG’S YEAR 2011 LURAK IS KAPUTZ. And with this, let Skalvor make his first proclamation: ALL URUKIM ARE TO RETURN TO THE GOI. With the return of Grommash and his naming, alongside Kretz’Ox, as Azhal, that is envoy to all Urukim, that is welcomer of all Urukim to return to the goi, that is as GREAT UNIFIER. Let all Azhal, let all Urukim usher in a new age of our people under Skalvor-Me. Let all Urukim find a home in the goi, whether they blah the Blah, whether they blah the Common, whether their HIGHER SPIRITS find themselves somewhere else. I, Skalvor, say so: ALL URUKIM ARE TO COME. ALL URUKIM WILL BE HEARD IN KLAMOR. It is not your home, it is not your upbringing, it is not your faith, but it is your blood. It is the blood of Krug that should bring all Urukim home to Skalvor, and home to goi. So I call to the exile, because Skalvor once was exile, so I call to the nomad, because Skalvor once was nomad, so I call to the clanless, because Skalvor is clanless, so I call to the apostate, because Skalvor was once apostate: come home. Long has our people’s diaspora weakened our resolve, and let us stray from the code of Krug that should so bind us as it binds our blood. Long have we forgotten the ways of our ANCESTAZ, long have we forgotten the rite of communion with the spirits in Stargush, the domain of KRUG-MAULOCH. Long, brothers all, have we forgotten what it means to be Kruggite. Skalvor has killed Voidalist. Skalvor will kill freako. Skalvor will collect all that is Krug’s will to collect, and Skalvor will unite our people. Watch, brothers, how far from the Badlands they snicker and jeer at you. They call you dull-minded for how you speak, they call you hideous for how you look, the bearing of the mark of Krug upon your face, they call you uncouth for our very physiognomy. (artist depiction of dead voidalist after kicked into pit) Let the URUKIM live as ONE NATION UNDER KRUG. AZH NATION UNDER KRUG. WITNESS, FREAKOREXES, on how the sons of Krug assemble. Kruggites, know that the Pinkies, know that the Dwed, know that the Twiggie all fear you. They fear you, because in you, they see a son of Krug larger than them, a son of Krug stronger than them, a son of Krug more zealous than them, a son of Krug more adept than them, and in all of that, they have nothing more to say than to deem you lesser. In the lands not of Krug you will forever be subject to discrimination. In the lands not of Krug you will never be seen as equal. Give praise to the Oni, for their FIGHT for EQUALITY, that they have so vigilantly risen and stood as equal, as KRUGGITE among OTHERS. Yet, know too, that the ONI do not forsake the way of Krug. They do not forsake our traditions, they do not forsake our practices, they do not forsake Krug altogether. These traditions, that have so long lain dormant as the goi remain dormant, will verifiably, and justly, be re-awoken under the hand of Skalvor. Let the hunter return, let the warforger return, let the preacher of the Stargush’Zoh return, let ALL OF YOU RETURN. Let the knight return, let the smith return, let the architect return, let the shepherd return, let ALL URUKIM RETURN. Under Skalvor, will no Uruk be treated preferentially. Under Skalvor, let your ACTION make your NAME, not your BLOOD, not your CLAN, not your AGE. Let all Urukim be EQUAL UNDER KRUG, Olog, Uruk, Gobbo, all be equal, and let ALL URUKIM RETURN. To be a KRUGGITE is to be above. Know that our bodies are of better stock, for our father was the strongest of his brothers. Know that our minds are as keen as any other, for our father was keen enough to heed the Spirits and strike down Iblees. Know that our bodies are resilient, that our fabrics are incorruptible. It is our father that first was blessed with the word of the Spirits, with his code of Krug. Of all descendants, let none best us in body, let none best us in mind, and now, let none best us in community. LET ALL URUKIM RETURN. There is a place for all, there is a place for all strong and courageous and honorable, so let all Urukim return. Let your exile be done. Let the goi be resplendent again. Return to the Bled, return from your exile, return to the Badlands. Let all of you speak in Klamor, to advise our people, to heed the code, to live, as one. Grommash will visit you. The Azhal will visit you. I will visit you. Krug will visit you. HEED OUR CALL. AZH NATION UNDER KRUG. SKALVOR REX OF KRUGISTAN WAGHTINKA OF THE THAUG’MAUGRIM

tSTRENGTH THROUGH ADVERSITY; HONOR THE FROST AND FLAME; UNITY IS SURVIVAL; THE HUNT IS SACRED; DEATH IS THE FINAL GIFT; HEED THE SPIRITS; CLAIM WHAT YOU CAN KEEP DA AWAKENING A CALL ECHOES across Aevos, a gelid breeze accompanying every sound, of every horn, of every Thrag. SKALVOR, WAGHTINKA of the Thaug’Maugrim, has been touched by the SPIRIT-REX, a blessing bestowed by MAULOCH HIMSELF. The Sacred Hunt has blazed the path of each Thrag forward, a vision of unity and strength bestowed upon the Uruks of the north. Let the frost test our mettle, let the flame burn bright in our souls. Join the BAND OF SKALVOR, blessed by the Spiritrex. Let the thundering of drums awaken your spirit. Embrace the strength from unity. Let us become the UNYIELDING ICE, and the UNQUENCHABLE FLAME, to sweep across the Southron fields. SKALVOR, blessed by Mauloch with the spirit of the hunt, has seen this destiny in the flames of the Hearth of Mauloch. He has heard the whispers of the ancestors, calling for a return to the old ways, the ways of strength, honor, and survival. TO THE OLD WAYS. HEED THE CALL, SISTUZ AND BRUDDAZ. GLORY AND HONOR TO ALL THOSE WHO JOIN THE ETERNAL HUNT. https://discord.gg/UEdeVYA5rb https://docs.google.com/document/d/17-eBvA1KB2eypxaTv6vZrkElh5NFYMdzr5wuQ7rROH4/edit?usp=sharing

The Winds Blow “Be weary child, the winds blow, the wind whispers of change; heed its voice! It carries both the storm that clears, and the seeds of renewal. . . ” OOC: __________________________________________________________________ The tranquility of the tall, yet thin grass of the wild lands catch your attention. Dirt is set underneath your fingernails, war-paint atop your sun-baked skin. Your ear rings with a sudden thunder, and your eyes, blood-shot, take direction over the nearing hill. The roars of the beasts and calls of your hunting companions break your lack of focus, deeming you to take action. You fall into a sprint. The blades of grass whip against your thick skin. Your knees, despite feeling the tension of the marathon, lead you to the higher ground. The shadow of green shifts into the view of the blue sky, and the sun blinds you in an eruption of light. “Badump, badump. . . badump” The core of your soul, your heart, recovered faster than your eyes. It skipped a beat. It knows of its presence and surroundings, it knows it is soon to be doomed. Your sight returns, and one of the beasts, colour of earth and shape of mountain, charges into you. Your feet dig into the dirt. Its horn strikes into your shoulder, tearing it apart. You take a sharp inhale, and then are thrown across the wild lands. “Badumpabadump, badumpabadump badumpabadump” It began to race. You felt no pain, not yet. You only felt shock, terrified and unable to move. As if all the power you held, simply slipped from your grasp. You inhaled, and then you cried. The pain was unbearable, like a spear having just poked in between your lungs. You cry out again, but no word could slip. Only an agonising wheeze. “Badump. . . badump. . . badump. . .” Your tongue flicked between your tusks. It was time, and you knew. Your cries felt silent, and you resulted in prayer. Blessing the name of KRUG, in hope of returning to his open arms. You stared toward the sky, it was blue and radiant; clouds none. In your last moments you felt scared and in pain. But you did not feel alone. You knew, you knew that the ancestors would take the step alongside you, and you knew that your companions would join you in time. “Badump. . . badump. . .” Your vision began to fade, but you did not take notice. Your thoughts began to slur and panic at the same time, and your breath began to tremble. The spear in your grasp was an item you no longer felt, an item that was once an extension of your body, was now left limp. “Badump. . . . . . . .” You took your last breath and opened your eyes, to see an Uruk of the greatest size affront of you. “Welcome, child.” __________________________________________________________________ e

Newspapers are spread throughout Aevos. They’re made of two sheets of cheap paper, simply stacked and folded together and yet they are surprisingly colorful, with doodles and familiar drawings! Could this be… no way! The return of Issue Dubty’Azh (XXI) — Dub’Kint’H’Futh (CCIX) D.A. ORC POLITICS Interviewing the Rex It was during the Wagh, 3 years ago, that Daahd’Lur stepped down as Rexkhan, and Rhak’Dom became Rex. In a simultaneous declaration, the Khanate was separated into two again; Caurost and Lurak thus stand as united as before, but with Caurost having gained full sovereignty over the Silent Valley. The new Rex was kind enough to answer a few questions for the Kaktuz Weekli. They have been translated to common, but note that the Rex himself did speak in common. What is your stance on Orcs fighting alongside canonists? Some brothers have said that they do not like how close we are getting to them. “It is necessary to have allies and to build coalitions.” he explained. “All faiths can be respected, so long as they oppose Iblees: respect for the dead, cremating the dead, souls moving on- these are natural things.” “For humans, they have the Skies, for us we have Stargush'Ztroh. The Canonists are humans. They worship their spirits and gods.” “Are we to be enemies with all who take opposite gods even when they offer us tribute?” “Or are we to take the tribute and build a stronger homeland for all Orcs?” If they are paying tributes, are they really allies? Does that not make them subjugated? “Subjugating or not, gift-giving is an honored process, and allows us to participate in the world's politics without damning ourselves to being besieged.” “When they offer tribute, they are offered peace. When they shirk peace, they are free game for us to take from.” Will your Rexdom be a continuation of that of Daahd’Lur? Do you have plans for internal politics so far? “Yes, until we reach the numbers to form Greater Krugmar, and unify all orcs beneath one banner. [Tiderippa] is a good Dominus, so we keep him. And the new Targoth is Jaelon'Dom, a relative of mine. One of the greatest fighters on the continent!” “A Klamor will be planned once our numbers are sufficient and our armories replenished.” After a pause, he considered. “I still ponder what moves to take. I have been dealing with foreign policy.” What will be your doctrine regarding Shamanism? “It is the state religion.” he simply stated. When prompted about the recent erosion of spiritual practice, he accused. “Perhaps if the shamans stopped teaching Elves, we would have more of them.” And what of the practice of non-Ibleesian worship in Lurak? “It depends. They will not be treated the same, but if our vassals have other religions, and pay their taxes, I do not care.” Regarding Lurkhan [the capital city], Rex Daahd’Lur had a policy against wild shrines. Will you be continuing on that trend? “Lurkhan honors Krug. But if people wish to build shrines across our territories, they may. Lurkhan will remain the same, besides small bits of construction.” He then added; “If you find a spot in the city you wish to build a shrine, you can let me know. I do not mind giving allowances on a case-by-case basis.” -Gharak’Yar FOREIGN AFFAIRS Babble2Brook With the war over, the time to move and rebuild has begun for the Musin. It didn’t take long for another new home to be found in the redwoods of Urguan. High in the trees to below the roots they reside in a coveted peace. Clean cut and set wood bridges with a look over the ground like a bird in a tree they play and talk and have fun all day long. But to achieve this state of fun and games work had to be put in and months of hard work both verbally and physically. Patches taking the lead on this project was the best choice overall with his ability to unite the community along with his dedication to numerous Musin living projects over the years that have had various levels of success but success nonetheless. This stands as a New Testament to a resurfacing friendship with Musin and dwarven, kind last seen in Almaris when The MouseHole and Ronam Manor stood. Hopefully this project stays Mori free for the time and future! -Spuds ORCISH CULTURE Orcish Clans Orcish society is divided into clans, but what are they exactly? Although all orcs are bound by Krug’s honor, their values vary from one to one. Thus, like-minded orcs may form a clan, which will then foster its own culture. Clans tend to come and go as the culture shifts, and looking at the balance between them might be one of the best ways to understand the cultural movements within the Horde. Current orcish clans include Dom and Lur, which should sound familiar, ase they are among the oldest clans. Some clans are tied to activities; Lur is a clan of hunters, where Raguk gathers metalworkers and alchemists, and those who seek knowledge often join Yar. Those “activities” are in fact forms of worship or rituals. It is for the spirits that Lurs hunt, and when the Lak clan settles in the swamps, it is to honor Laklul, the spirit of swamps and swamp creatures. Yars often become shamans in their quest for wisdom (as I did), and the Akaal find spiritual worship in rituals of blood. Their common goal of worshipping the Spirits and the Ancestors means that clans are usually not at odds with each other; they are not like human families or their backstabbing court clans. One is free to change their clan, and while the kubs born in a clan are regarded as being part of it, they usually chose their own clan once they grow into adulthood. -Gharak’Yar Writers — Spuds @Turbo_Dog, Gharak’Yar @Gomoore Illustrator & Head publisher — Gharak’Yar

[!] A missive would find itself spread to all nations of Aevos, this missive seems to be shorter compared to the last two this writer has sent out [!] Honor Arises Penned by Varn’Brawn, The Scholar, in the Year of Our Lord 1999 ———————————————————————— Da Dubty’Futh [24th] Day pazz’d agh nub rezponz frum da dizhonorable Rexkhan, az iz go’n back ‘ntu da tradit’nz ob da Rex Klomp, if da Rex haz nub izzu’d a rezponz ob Yub or Nub tu da challeng’r den it iz by right ob da challeng’r tu klaim da title ob Rex frum zuch a kow’rdleh agh tyrannikal leadah. Mi haz zent mizzivez kall’n fur a Rex Klomp agh wayt’n fur a rezponze, dez ar da mizzivez mi haz zent out az recetz: Mizzive Ahz: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/241802-a-zilence-brokn-tuu-layt/ Mizzive Dub: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/241833-honor-blahz-n-aktnz/ Zo Mi, Varn’Brawn, Da Zkolah, klaim da title ob Rex frum Daahd Lur fur hiz kow’rdice agh dizhonor on our pe’ple’z eraz-old tradit’n. Bekauz ob diz kow’rdice agh extreme violat’n ob da Kodez ob Krug: Code 5 On Country: To steal from, attack, or otherwise harm a friendly or allied nation to the Iron Horde is no different from harming the Horde itself. Code 5 On Honor: Knowingly evading the consequences for one’s actions, whether defeat or violation of the codes, is cowardice; one should accept their punishment. Code 7 On Honor: Refusing to honor the terms of a klomp spits on KRUG’s name and weakens one’s honor. Krug favors those who fight the hardest for what they believe. Code 12 On Honor: Kneeling to any-ONE or any-THING violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. Mi hereby deklare Daahd Lur WHITEWASH agh EXILED frum da zakred dezertz ob Popo Krug ‘ntu antiquiteh. Mi wyll make otheh deklarat’nz lateh on az diz mizzive iz tu make da deklarat’n ob da change ob leadehzhip wyth’n da Rexdom. Wyth Honor agh Rezpekt, Varn’Brawn, Da Zkolah Rex ob da Iron Uzg, Honorable Zon ob GOTT agh ob Krug [!] A Blah to Common Translation would be attached to the missive [!] The twenty and fourth [24th] day passed and no response from the dishonorable Rexkhan, as is going back into the traditions of the Rex Klomp, if the Rex has not issued a response of acceptance or denial to the challenger then it is by right of the challenger to claim the title of Rex from such a cowardly and tyrannical leader. I have sent missives calling for a Rex Klomp and have been waiting for a response, these are the missives I have sent out as receipts: Missive One: (Link in first part of the post) Missive Two: (Link in first part of the post) So I, Varn’Brawn, The Scholar, claim the title of Rex from Daahd Lur for his cowardice and dishonor of our people’s eras-old tradition. Because of this cowardice and extreme violation of the Codes of Krug: Code 5 On Country: To steal from, attack, or otherwise harm a friendly or allied nation to the Iron Horde is no different from harming the Horde itself. Code 5 On Honor: Knowingly evading the consequences for one’s actions, whether defeat or violation of the codes, is cowardice; one should accept their punishment. Code 6 On Honor: To form an oath or give one’s word but fail to uphold it violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. One’s word should never be questioned; it is one’s law. Code 7 On Honor: Refusing to honor the terms of a klomp spits on KRUG’s name and weakens one’s honor. Krug favors those who fight the hardest for what they believe. Code 12 On Honor: Kneeling to any-ONE or any-THING violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. I hereby declare Daahd Lur WHITEWASH and EXILED from the sacred deserts of Father Krug into antiquity. I will make other declarations later on as this missive is to make the declaration of the change of leadership within the Rexdom. With Honor and Respect, Varn’Brawn, The Scholar Rex of the Iron Horde, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug [!] Artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar writing the missive [!]

[!] Yet another missive would find itself spread across all of Aevos, the writer seems to be passionate enough to write this as clearly as can be for all to read [!] Honor Speaks in Actions Penned by Varn, The Scholar, In the Year of Our Lord, 1999 ———————————————————————————— An munth haz pazz’d agh nub even a blah ‘r missive frum da Rexkhan, while magh ob lat wyll blah dat he iz focuz’d on da upkomin’ invasion upon da Rexdom ob Vortice, dis nubthin’ mor dan anothah exkuz out ob da duzenz dat da Khanate haz given fur itz rezon tu Wagh. Whyl dey blah dat dey konvert tu da Tru Fayth ob Da Kanon, Mi kannub accept dat dey hab fur-gon der eras-old traditionz ob Zpiritualizm agh Shomo. Fur lat kannub break frum a tradition dat haz been ingrayn’d ‘ntu a kulture goin’ az far back az da Anz Rex Krug, who ‘n annals ob Urukim hiztoreh, iz gruk’n tu all wyth’n da Uzg akross da generations az Shomo Rex Krug. Whyl Mi du nub b’leve ‘n diz pagan fayth, az Mi am an ob da anz Kanonizt Urukz who zout out tu learn of da Holeh Zkrollz, tu learn wub REX GOTT haz ‘n ztore fur all ob uz. Dat iz why Mi red all four ob da Holeh Zkrollz: Virtue, Zpirit, Gozpel, agh Auzpice fur ALL ob da zkrollz teach uz zomtin’ agh wi muz apply it tu our lyvez ‘n da prezent. Wen Mi hurd dat da Uzg had grovel’d agh begg’d b’fure da layt High Pontiff Caius I - may he observe da flock frum da Zeven Zkies - Mi wuz fyll’d wyth both joy agh angeh; Mi hab da highes’ respect fur da layt High Pontiff fur mi layt lifemate, Scrap - may izi rest ‘n peace ‘n da Zeven Zkies - wuz employ’d undah da Ducal Blarg ob Barclay wen dey were ztill land’d ‘n Haense but az Uruk, wi du nub flee frum battle az it wud dizhonor da proud legacah ob Popo Krug, zo it kam az odd tu mo dat da proud bruddaz agh ziztahz ob da Iron Uzg cow’rd az a TRU Holeh Kruzade wuz tu kloz ‘n on da zacr’d dezert. Diz kurrent “Holeh” Kruzade iz nibtin’ mor dan zeveral perzonal agendaz frum da rexez ob dez rexdomz b’hynd kloz’d doorz whyl da armiez are indoctrinat’d by Raguel, Auzpice ob Juztice. Da Holeh Momo Church, da inztituton dat mi hold kloz tu mi heart, wizhez tu forcefullah konvert doz ob da pagan faythz by zubjugaton ob der rexdomz agh gruk’n how konverzon tu anothah religus praktiz, az mo am a formeh Zpiritualizt, iz lyk’nd tu karin’ fur a garden, fur it takez tyme until da flowerz reveal der beautiful blozzomz tu da gard’ner. Wyth mi kritisizmz ob da Holeh Momo Church agh da Eaztern Wagh azide, mi now re-focuz on da primareh agh moz important topik ob mi missive, Rexkhan Daahd Lur, az ztat’ed Mi hab nub been d’liver’d a missive ob Yub or Nub ob da Rex Klomp by Daahd Lur. A few queztunz tu da zilent Khan… Wub are lat afraid ob? Mi am nubtin’ mor dan a skolah who wuld be ztudy’n da myriad ob bookz wyth’n mi ztudy dan zav’n mi blargland frum an incompetent agh kow’rdleh warrior. Wur iz latz pryde? Mi am tu gruk az da Rex ob da Khanate dat lat wuld take pryde agh joy ‘n flat’n a man ob mi opinionz zenzelez wyth latz bare fiztz az aneh othah Uruk wuld. Who du lat actu’lleh zerve? Mi am ob da gruk’n dat a Rex zhould zerve hiz people fur da betterment ob hiz rexdom but all Mi peep frum lat agh da mizzive, writt’n by Kretz’Ox, dat haz been brought tu mi peep’nz, iz dat lat agh da armi ob da Khanate wuld ratheh be da High Pontiff’z lapdogz den tu kare az da ekonomeh agh populat’n ob latz rexdom dwyndlez. Mi wuld hab to agree wyth da Zquealz’ mizzive abut da Khanate’s relat’nzhip wyth Caurost, DA KHANATE WULD NUB HAB AN ARMI WYTHOUT PADD’N DER FORCEZ WYTH DAT OB DA NUMB’RZ OB BRUDDA MALIN! Rexkhan Daahd Lur, lat hab until da Anh’Dub [12th] Saint’s Hour (1pm EST/12pm CST OOC Time) tu rezpond wyth latz anz’r. Wyll lat accept da Rex Klomp az magh ob Popo Krug’z kubz hab dun b’fure or wyll lat decline da Rex Klomp agh hold tu da powah dat da tytle ob Rex bringz out ob kow’rdice agh inkompetenzi? Mi du nub kare if da exkuz lat addrezz iz dat “Mi am prepar’n fur Wagh, Mi hab nub tyme fur diz.”, wen chall’ng’d lat are tu addrezz da challengez immediatleh agh wyth all hazte or be azham’d dat lat keep latz lipz zealmd juz tu focuz on a petteh exkuz fur a Wagh. DIZ REX KLOMP IZ NUB ABUUT POWAH, IT IZ ABUUT RETURN’N DA IRON UZG TU WUB IT ONCE WUZ OR FACE OBLIVION OB OUR ERAZ-OLD KULTURE!!! Until den… Zign’d, Varn, da Zkolah Zcion ob Klan Gorkil, Honorable Zon ob GOD agh ob Krug ———————————————————————————— [!] A Blah to Common Translation would be pinned to the missive [!] A month as passed and not even a word or missive from the Rexkhan, while many of you will say that he is focused on the upcoming invasion upon the Sovereignty of Vortice, this nothing more than another excuse out of the dozens that the Khanate has given for its reason to go to war. While they say that they convert to the True Faith of The Canon, I cannot accept that they have for-gone their eras-old traditions of Spiritualism and Shamanism. For you cannot break from a tradition that has been ingrained into a culture going as far back as the First Rex Krug, who in annals of Orcish history, is known to all within the Horde across the generations as Shaman Rex Krug. While I do not believe in this pagan faith, as I am one of the first Canonist Orcs who sought out to learn of the Holy Scrolls, to learn what REX GOTT has in store for all of us. That is why I read all four of the Holy Scrolls: Virtue, Spirit, Gospel, and Auspice for ALL of the scrolls teach us something and we must apply it to our lives in the present. When I heard that the Horde had groveled and begged before the late High Pontiff Caius I - may he observe the flock from the Seven Skies - I was filled with both joy and anger; I have the highest respect for the late High Pontiff for my late wife, Scrap - may she rest in peace in the Seven Skies - was employed under the Ducal House of Barclay when they were still landed in Haense but as Orcs, we do not flee from battle as it would dishonor the proud legacy of Father Krug, so it came as odd to me that the proud brothers and sisters of the Iron Horde cowered as a TRUE Holy Crusade was to close in on sacred desert. This current “Holy” Crusade is nothing more than several personal agendas from the leaders of these nations behind closed doors while the armies are indoctrinated by Raguel, Auspice of Justice. The Holy Mother Church, the institution that I hold close to my heart, wishes to forcefully convert those of the pagan faiths by subjugation of their nations and knowing how conversion to another religious practice, as I am a former Spiritualist, is likened to caring for a garden, for it takes time until the flowers reveal their beautiful blossoms to the gardener. With my criticisms of the Holy Mother Church and the Eastern War aside, I now re-focus on the primary and most important topic of my missive, Rexkhan Daahd Lur, as stated I have not been delivered a missive of acceptance or denial of the Rex Klomp by Daahd Lur. A few questions to the silent Khan… What are you afraid of? I am nothing more than a scholar who would be studying the myriad of books within my study than saving my homeland from an incompetent and cowardly warrior. Where is your pride? I am to think as the Rex of the Khanate that you would take pride and joy in beating a man of my opinions senseless with your bare fists as any other Orc would. Who do you actually serve? I am of the thought that leader should serve his people for the betterment of his nation but all I see from you and the missive, written by Kretz’Ox, that has been brought to my attention, is that you and the army of the Khanate would rather be the High Pontiff’s lapdogs then to care as the economy and population of your nation dwindles. I would have to agree with the Halflings’ missive about the Khanate’s relationship with Caurost, THE KHANATE WOULD NOT HAVE AN ARMY WITHOUT PADDING THEIR FORCES WITH THAT OF THE NUMBERS OF BROTHER MALIN! Rexkhan Daahd Lur, you have twenty and four [24] Saint’s Days (24 OOC hours) to respond with your answer. Will you accept the Rex Klomp as many of Father Krug’s children have done before or will you decline the Rex Klomp and hold to the power that the title of Rex brings out of cowardice and incompetency? I do not care if the excuse you address is that “I am preparing for a war, I have no time for this.”, when challenged you are to address the challenges immediately and with all haste or be ashamed that you keep your lips sealed just to focus on a petty excuse for a war. THIS REX KLOMP IS NOT ABOUT POWER, IT IS ABOUT RETURNING THE IRON HORDE TO WHAT IT ONCE WAS OR FACE OBLIVION OF OUR ERAZ-OLD CULTURE!!! Until then… Signed, Varn, The Scholar Scion of Clan Gorkil, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug [!] An artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar training for the Rex Klomp [!]

Word of Kretz’Ox Questions to Khan Penned by Kretz’Ox || Imperial 1999|| S.A 203 || For years now I have tried to get answers to these questions, but have not managed to find a single person in the new settlement of Lurak who knows what's going on. Actually, most of the time I have not found anyone there! Just to keep things civil, I’ve tried to leave it at that, just visiting the goi now and again in hopes that someone would be there. Things have gone too far now, so I need my answers. Why is a Canonist leading our nation? Maybe twenty years ago or so he would have been killed for his faith by those who now serve him. Even though I hold the opinion that all of us are free to believe in any faith we want, to make the whole nation follow the orders of a foreign religion is madness. Even worse, he is doing it in the name of Krug! To the Khan, I ask you this: Why have you forsaken the spirits? Why are you working against the interest of your own people’s faith? [!] An old missive has been added here. Why do we follow the church into a battle, especially now against Vortice? For those of you who do not know, Vortice was our ally for a long time. The only reason they are not our ally anymore is because we attacked them. Not only that, Vortice is and has been led by shamans for a long time now. Even though not everyone shares the same faith as us there, the city is still decorated with shrines all around the place. Do we really want to cut down the ranks of already dwindling spiritualists and shamans? To the Khan, I ask you this: Why do you follow the commands of the church? Why are you playing as their little messenger every single time there is war? Are they making you to be their scapegoat, so that all this unnecessary bloodshed will be blamed on our curse, so that the orcs can yet again be the villain of the story? [!] A never missive has been added here. Where are our people? Why is no-one in our lands? Ever since this new city, I've found more orcs outside the goi than in it. Am I just that bad at timing my visits? Or is it true that no-one spends their time there anymore? I’ve been around since Arcas and things have never been this bad. This is truly the rock bottom and I hate it! I worked my ass off to give you a good city, to count your taxes and to keep everything together. I worked for over 100 years, and this is all that it led to? Ruins of the society I once called my home? To the Khan, I ask you this: Why have you let our people die? Where are the nights we came together to drink at the bar, tell stories over a campfire, or have friendly klomps in the pit? Or do you just see our people as an army to command without any regard for their life outside it? I cannot help it, I’ve always been like this. I’ve always been one who needs answers to the questions plaguing my head. I need to make sense of things, understand them the best I can, so please, give me some answers. All I want is for my people to be well, and currently it doesn’t look at all like you are what’s good for them. Please, at least attempt to prove that you are good for the orcs. Wargoth of the Ox clan, Elder of the Orcs, Yazgurtan for 100 years OOC:

Newspapers are spread throughout Aevos. They’re made of two sheets of cheap paper, simply stacked and folded together and yet they are surprisingly colorful, with doodles and familiar drawings! Could this be… no way! The return of Issue Dubty (XX) — Azh’Kint’H’Futhty’H’ (CXCV) D.A. ORC POLITICS Klamor — and the new Government A few years have passed since Daahd’Lur assumed the position as Rex at the head of our orcish nation. Daahd has proved to be very involved with reforms, and The Iron Horde has seen several restructurations. First, the orcish nation is now known as the Luraki Rexkhanate —or Lurak for short—, and has worked to form a multicultural empire (see below) The oasis nested at the East of the Krugmarian desert, which housed our settlements since we arrived on Aevos has also been abandoned in favour of a large cave in the nearby mountains. Visitors may now visit the new capital, Lurkhan, by following the coastline South-West of the Krugmar desert, and seeking the gate on the side of the mountain. The path should be well indicated. More details on the newly formed government have been clarified during the Klamor, which took place last Kaktuz Week, on the Snow’s Maiden [Wednesday 21/08]. Indeed, the first matter announced was the promotion of the Krimpgoth Tiderippa’Raguk, who was appointed Dominus. For the Yazgurtan, who is in charge of housing and city administration, two candidates stepped forth; Veluc, and myself, Gharak’Yar. The Rexkhan later decided to appoint both as Yazgurtan, with different districts of Lurkhan to overlook. Clan Raguk was officially acknowledged by the Rexkhanate, following Lur. Clan Lak was also given recognition, on the condition that they slay a Throqual which has been pestering some orcish construction sites over by the oasis. The Klamor has also been the occasion for multiple declarations of international importance. Mainly, the Lurak Rexkhanate has been joined by the Grand Princedom of Caurost to form the Khanate [empire], led by the Rexkhan and the Prince Galahad Nullivari. The Khanate thus formed immediately signed a treaty with the Margravate of Beleth, offering them land in exchange for a full military alliance. To conclude the Klamor, a visit was paid to the keep of The Hand of Horen in Whitespire. Unfortunately, no human or canonist was there to welcome the delegation, but orcish diplomats made sure to leave a clear message regarding the Khanate’s intentions towards Aaunic nations. An illustration of the Orcish diplomatic delegation, with Rexkahn Daahd’Lur in the center, sitting on a fancy chair. FOREIGN AFFAIRS The Orc who leads Lurin Krugmar is no longer the sole land of the orcs. Following reforms that removed the status of Whitewash, which condemned any orc which did not live in Krug’s chosen land, many orcs have spread to foreign lands. One of such orcs is Gundanat’Vukh, who has settled in the multicultural city of Lurin. Following political turmoil, Gundanat has become the Silver Lubba, or in other words the Rex of Lurin. He was kind enough to share his views on the orcish subculture that has emerged from the orcish diaspora in Lurin. Is Lurin good for orcs? It has mixed populations, yes? Is it not filled with weaklings? “It is hozh [good] for orcs, everyone treats me as one of them, as there is a mixed population. The Vukhs [clan members] and some Raguks lives here, aswell as lots of clanless orcs who came after I took over.” Are orcs and lesser races treated the same then? What is your position on Krugs legacy? “Yes, they are treated the same. Just I happen to be their Rex now.” Would you say living among lessers, who do not have orcish ways, made you deviate from the ways of Krug? For instance, are conflicts in Lurin solved through honor Klomps [fights]? “Conflicts are solved with klomps most of the time. Some are not, but most are.” – “Other cultures are not so different from us. Duels have always been used as a trial of honour across all cultures.” he illustrated. Is there anything you would like to add? “The new Lurak and ourselves are not that different anymore, Lurak has even embraced elves.” —it is indeed true that a Ker district has been set up in Lurkhan, though I would not go as far as to say that elves and orcs are treated on an equal footing in Lurak. ORCISH CULTURE The World Cactus will Return A long-awaited announcement was also made during the Klamor (see above): it was finally decided that the Shaman Lodge, led by Motsham Madoc’Lur would erect the World Cactus amidst the ruins of the old capital. The Lodge set to motion to scout out a suitable location, and it was decided that its seed would be planted in the centre of the old city, right where the campfire –and altar to Skathach– used to burn. It indeed seems fitting that the heart of our community would be turned into another great monument to orcish greatness. Indeed, growing a world cactus is no easy task, and all shamans of the Lodge are to take part in the rituals required to ensure that it grows healthy and tall. But this will also be an opportunity to resume Krugmar’s production of highly refined Cactus Green, including the notorious Rex Willow, which I have run out of way too long ago. An illustration of what the World Cactus may look like amidst the ruins of Orcgrimmar PEEP DIZ! Attempted Murder in Caurost It is by pure fortune that I was made witness of an attempted murder in Caurost. The new elven city seems to be lacking a few guards, leading to the following events on the Sun’s Smile [Sunday]. Entering the city, I saw an elven woman, and, behind her, a short masked man creeping up with a sabre. Knowing nothing of the situation, I took it upon myself to stop this dishonourable sneak attack, which was indeed a strange case of murder attempt. Though the suspect has managed to escape with the help of an accomplice, the elven woman suspects they may return to Caurost, so caution is advised. She has said that the two, which she did not know, had attempted to seduce her to no avail. This may therefore be a simple case of stupidity and frustration. Nonetheless, I invite any orc —or non-orc who values honor— to show how the Khanate views this kind of behaviour. The first suspect, a human male, was wearing a white mask —as illustrated— but his black hair remained visible. He was short (at around 5 feet and a half) wearing blue overall over green clothes. His skin was of an orange-ish tone, with his left arm being metallic. The accomplice, also a human male, was even shorter, perhaps close to 5 feet. His face was uncovered, as you can see in the illustration above. It should be noted that he was wearing some uniform —which I have not been able to identify— with black chainmail and crimson cloth. Though the two have left on a white horse screaming that they sent “Regards from Haense”, it is suspected that this is only a framing attempt. It is encouraged that you do not engage with those individuals unless you plan on fighting them. Otherwise, you are invited to transfer any information you have to the Kaktuz Weekli or the Caurost authorities. Informant/Writer — Spuds @Turbo_Dog Writer — Gharak’Yar @Gomoore Illustrator & Head publisher — Gharak’Yar

CHIMICHANGA [A letter arrived atop the royal desk of her Majesty the Queen and shared to Hyspia] ______________________________________________________ Your Majesty, Xiomara I Though this might be due to the cause of your youth, or, the one day Hyspia has felt life, IRONGOB, and I, have never been delivered our Chimichangas. The same Chimichangas we traveled through the North and into the border of the Savanna to gain a taste of. The same Chimichangas we have so politely and courteously requested through your petition system. Now, I completely understand if you were simply too busy to deliver them yourself, however, having no servant or guardian to deliver them for you is quite outrageous. I had to fight, and watch the great Orcish, Lurak Tournament on an empty stomach. Therefor, with no mercy or guilt behind decision; We, the Raguk Clan give Hyspia a [1] out of [5] Cogs. ⚙️ (This rating might be changed upon further review through the deliverance of the Chimichanga’s and the rightful order, if, remembered) ______________________________________________________

PURSUING WISDOM [A missive inscribed atop a papyrus is pinned to your local note-board] PURSUING ALL TYPES OF KNOWLEDGE, LANGUAGES, CULTURE, HISTORY, MATERIAL REFINERY AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THE UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORLD OF ALCHEMY. CONTACT TIDERIPPA’RAGUK IF YOU WISH TO MENTOR ______________________________________________________ IGN & DC: jihnyny

THE BREWING STORM THE REXKHAN The Year 192 Second Age. "" Wonderful, strong, my pride. The sapling I planted became the strongest tree in the forest. I partook in its keeping and sheltered it from storms. I allowed its roots to grow strong so that it would not be struck down by the falling of other trees. I saw that its bark was hard as to break any axe a lumberman would bring upon it.. Beautiful was the tree too, any who saw it were in awe stuck. It tempted the devils of the woods to cry out against it, for it amongst them made them look as they were: ugly. It was such that it was. "" -The correspondence of Daahd’Lur to the Targoth Jreg’Gorkil after the incident. On the last night of the summer season, the Rex Rue’Lur who had been bed ridden and ill from an unknown substance, slipped into a coma. The substance identified by the court alchemist was some form of poison originating in the Heartlands. The substance, intended for Daahd’Lur was instead ingested by the Rex causing her great pain and inducing a coma. The period of mourning over the Rexkhan is decreed to be no less than two months before the crown of iron is transferred to Daahd’Lur. IT IS DECREED THAT DAAHD’LUR IS NAMED REXKHAN OF LURAK, THAT THE POSITION OF AUTARCH IS NO LONGER A NECESSITY. THE REX HAS FALLEN. LURAKAH-KHANAHK, AHKHAN.

Yo! Recently, someone left a baby item in the basement of my character’s house, and I, being the chaotic gremlin I am, decided to run with it and make it my character’s legal heir. I am looking for someone to play an Orc, Goblin, or Uruk girl. She will be the adoptive daughter of Isana au Isard. -=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Child The child is named Marja Wren au Isard, named in honor of Isana’s friend Marjorie. They are currently an undefined young age, so there is no particular rush for you to start, just whenever convenient. Marja Wren does not yet have any siblings as Isana is unmarried as of present, but there are set to be quite a few other children in various Silasian familes over the next few months, so you won’t be the only child around town. Marja Wren’s personality, appearance, and character arc are up to you, but please let me know the general gist of your goals for the character. If you are able to play Marja Wren often with this character, awesome, but this is not a top priority. Once a player is found, I will commission a skin for them based on how you would like the character to look. -=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Family The adoptive parent is Isana au Isard dwedki Irongrinder. Isana is currently the Knight-Marshall commander of the Silasian military, head of a recently created noble family, sits on the Grand Duchy of Silasia’s Fair Council, and is the Silasian diplomat assigned to Western Aevosi nations. When not politicking, Isana is often found engineering or building infrastructure projects. Isana is an odd duck. While kindhearted, playful and fiercely protective of others, he claims to have been raised by a ‘Giana Irongrinder’ in Urguan (despite there being no evidence of this other than his Dwed accent), claims to have been engaged to an Urukess of clan Lur when he was 17, designs functional but unsafe industrial equipment, scatters alliums much anywhere he goes, and enjoys playfully gaslighting people around him. It is unclear if he is actually unhinged or if this is just a more elaborate gaslighting routine. There is currently no mother, as Isana is as yet unmarried. -=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Interested? If you enjoy family RP and quirky RP, please DM me on Discord at Bloody_Russian. Can’t wait to see what you do!

RECRUITMENT _____________________________________________________ Gears of war turn as the bellowing trumpets of siege beasts roar alongside the warriors of the scorpion. With mighty tusks, crimson skin, and eyes blazing with fury, they charge into battle. Atop their backs sit the proclaimed sons of the three gears, their skin blood-red and their hearts as unyielding as machines. From behind the brave, bloodred berserkers and engineers of the orcish horde came the sacred wise-men, blessing the fallen and sanctifying the blood spilled upon the wounded siege. They moved like ghosts atop the dark masses of bodies, their voices like engines and their actions a forbidden rite. One of the many wisemen catches sight of you from beneath his religious garb. His amber eyes lock onto yours, drawing your focus, With a tongue of hisses and growls, he says, "Naakh-Za-Barash." Suddenly, your heart sinking with fear, you awaken. _____________________________________________________ Clan Raguk is recruiting, if you’ve ever been willing to play an Orc, or already have one and are unsure on what to do with them, consider joining us to have a go at solid rp. JOIN BELOW

ON THE URUK THE URUK The Uruk or Orcs are the descendants of Krug, strong and powerful like their forebear however cursed with a lust for blood. While the Uruk at heart always long for battle they are called to find such conflict through honorable means, for above all the Uruk is blessed with honor. Honor, however, does not always mean the picking of 'fair fights' but merely a code of conduct from which all descendants of the mighty Krug are called to live by. The Uruk's curse of bloodlust has at times outweighed their blessing of honor, it is the responsibility of the Uruk to hold themselves to the strict guidelines their people have followed for thousands of years lest they lose their honor and be outcast. The Uruks bond with one another is great and they are by far the most loyal of the races, betrayal is not taken lightly in Uruk society the punishment for this, OSTRACIZATION, a fate worse than death. URUK SUBCULTURES Since the creation of the War Nation of Krugmar many Uruks many natives believed that only one Uruk state could exist, this was where the “Uruk Strong Together” mentality was borne that saw foreign Uruk, despite many having originated in their own Uruk culture and not even mingling with other descendants to be labeled as “no longer Uruk.” While in recent years this has greatly changed with the acceptance of Onii as their own people for example, there still remains prejudice abroad for Uruks having or admiring culture not belonging to the primary group. While this can be a righteous prejudice as in the case of Uruks who completely disregard their own people in favor of another and betray the codes of their ancestors, often this is simply used to silence dissidents from the main band of Uruk; this of course neglects the many Uruk subgroups which have existed for millennia such as: Onii - Uruks of the Far East, often intermingled with Oyashiman cultures. Jotunnar - Uruks of the Far North, interactive through trading and battle with Northmen Cultures and Snow Elves. Desert Uruk - The most common Uruk found in Lurak, the traditional warriors of the desert. RELIGION For Uruk religion is one of the cornerstone pillars of society. Uruk revere the SPIRITS, and communion with them has been a staple of Uruk society since Krug gave such a blessing to his people. The Uruks commune with the spirits via the Shaman who follow in Krug's example. Because of this, Uruks take heart with Shamans and treat them with great respect, however Uruk do hold Uruk Shamans in higher regard than Shaman of other race as they are removed far from the originators of the faith. Lies and affronts against the spirits are not tolerated, and while it is acceptable to believe that the spirits are not the greatest powers it is unacceptable to alter them with taint or to create false narratives of them. The Lodge of Shaman are led by the Motsham; and whilst Uruk religion is not as organized as others Uruk are wise to listen to their spiritual leaders. CLAN STRUCTURE, FAMILIAL BOND, MARRIAGE The Clan is at the heart of Uruk society, for after loyalty to Urukkind the Uruk’s duty is to their Clan. The Clans are led by their Wargoth, the representative of their people who speaks for them at the KLAMOR before the Rex. Actions within this society of Clans are of great importance, actions done that shame the Uruk shame the Clan at large, and conversely actions which bring praise upon the Uruk bring praise upon the Clan. The Clans operate and function in their proceedings with their own customs, though many follow the same structure of government itself with a council of the wisest among them which made decisions for the Clan at large; the role of Wargoth passed down meritocratically and not dynastically. Wargoths are expected to keep their Clan in line, for a dishonorable or disloyal Clan usually means a dishonorable or disloyal Wargoth. For Uruk the bond of family is a tight one and is a bond between all members of the Clan for they share a common ancestry and ideals, it is why pacts made with other Uruk are not taken lightly and often take careful consideration, such as the marriage of two Uruks from different Clans. Additionally those of other races might become HONORARY URUK, through the process of Trials, these Trials bind them to an Uruk Clan and grant them status within Uruk Society. Marriage, especially in Uruk society, is not undertaken lightly- and once enacted rarely is dissolved. Uruk marriage is undergone with the purpose of intertwining the souls of the two Uruk for eternity and it is only disgraceful action that separates the souls in their bond. Marriage usually occurs within the Clan, but can occur outside the Clan as well; it is not uncommon for two Wargoths to allow members of their Clan to marry but the action is not taken lightly and the deliverance of Uruk to another Clan means one less loyal and devout member of the Clan. Marriage rituals are common and vary between Clans though all retain some aspects, there is without exception always trial involved; the proving of an Uruk’s worth to the Clan which is to give away their member to said Uruk’s Clan. Great Hunts, Glorious Battles, and Shamanistic Rites all contribute to a vast array of marriage rituals the Uruks hold dear. URUKAHL, ORCISH The language of the Uruk is URUKAHL, directly translating to "Uruk-Speak," a colorful tongue derived from many influences, and standard amongst the Uruk of Lurak. The language of an Uruk depends on the Clan, Nation, and life experience of the individual Uruk. Uruks who live on the periphery of other cultures might take up certain words or phrases of their people or even speak their language entirely; this was for many centuries frowned upon but recent cultural apparatus views this as a good thing, something which might foster relations and build friendships in other communities in order to gain better treaties, learn new technologies, and secrets. How Urukahl is used is up to the player, it is not a requirement. URUK ART AND MUSIC Art is one of the largest parts of Orcish society whether it be painting, tapestry, or monumental. The Uruk is known mostly for their wide variety of textile art called “Urukfihm” from which they trade actively for the machinery to produce such textiles. “Urukfihm” are known as some of the best rugs, blankets, and tapestries on the market, both in quality and in design. Depending on the Uruks origin these textiles take on different appearances they almost always incorporate nature in some way. This incorporation of nature is true also for Orcish painting which takes place upon most objects. Uruks paint walls, doors, logs, beams, and skulls, if it has a surface that may be painted it is more than likely susceptible to being used as a canvas for Orcish expression. Uruk believe symbols to hold power, especially those in line with more ritualistic and shamanistic beliefs; it is why before battle Uruks paint their armor with wards and symbols of the Spirits they wish to protect them, why Uruks are painted before the wedding ceremony to see their union flourish, why Uruk women are painted in protective wards before childbirth. Paints can vary in origin, but most often natural materials and components are used, in the case of battle wards blood is used. Musically, Uruks have one of the most vibrant cultures on Aevos. Ranging from the tribal calls of ancient Uruk that summon the KLAMOR together to the modern Swivwahg which is used to both bolster the Uruk and tear down opposition. Uruks are known for their musical ability and voices, a loud chorus of baritone Uruk and tenor Goblin which shout out in a beautiful combination and frighten other descendants with their harmonies. URUK APPAREL, STYLE The Uruk have a distinct style that is like no other. Uruks incorporate both Uruk-made and natural apparel; an Uruk might wear a shirt of cotton or silk while also bearing a pelt of wolf hide upon their shoulders. They might wear bracers of silver given to them for service but also wear a necklace of Throqual teeth. The Uruks are greatly connected with the land they live on and wish to not let anything go to waste so they devise elaborate trophies of hunt to wear and incorporate into their clothing. This might even extend into war. Uruk’s do not strut about in luxury as other races are prone to do but show off extravagance through symbols of honor or devotion. If an Uruk is wearing a distinct item, it is important to them personally. The hide of a lion bore on the head and shoulders of the Uruk could be a trophy from a significant hunt in their lives, a necklace of emeralds could be a gift passed down through the Clan at a significant point in the Uruk’s life. The Uruk is not opposed to wearing opulence but rather wishes to see significance in the opulence. It is important to note the habitat in which Uruk’s live also, for if they are an Uruk of the desert or the Jungle the heat might be too harsh to wear certain items such as jackets or shirts. The Uruk’s skin protects them from the sun so they needn’t layer. If the Uruk is of the mountains they might wear mostly the warm pelts of hunts conducted. If the Uruk is separated from their society they might take to the fashion of others, or if the Uruk finds distinct honor in certain foreigners or their culture they might wish to take aspects of it to wear as as a show of friendship and respect. THE KRUGHAI It is the main station of Orcish society, the ultimate goal for many Orcish men and women, that they are considered as an integral part of the Host. Since the origin of the Orcish nation, war has been a staple; for as their curse says, the Uruk will experience bloodlust for his brother, and slay him. And so it was that Uruk took to warband, to raiding party, and demolished opposition; that he went out and slain his brother purposelessly. But these skirmishes, battles, and wars have amounted to little in their hastiness. It is why Krug’s sons have come to conclusions over eons and eras, that their fury must be tamed and utilized. The Host embodies this understanding, for while Uruk will hunger for battle- to shed blood, the Host points such lust toward the correct avenue, towards the deserving. When KRUG did battle with IBLEES, KRUG the honorable and valiant, who turned away from the deceit promised to him by the DAEMON, KRUG fought an opponent deserving of rage. It is not far to grasp KRUG’S teachings. War should be brought to the deserving. War should be brought to the wicked. War should be brought to the craven. So it is then that Uruk lays down the blade against an unworthy target and turns towards the true enemies, the deceivers, the wretched, and the vile. The Host harnesses the Uruk’s might into a disciplined and unstoppable force. Training through day and night the Uruk of the host are taught how to do battle. Whether it be single combat, self-defense, or full-scale conflict, the Uruk of the Host are prepared. The Host is meritocratic, for one’s position in Luraki society does not determine whether they are worthy, but rather their worthiness determines their position in society. At the head of the Host are the Targoths, Generals of the Rexdom who are not just the best specimens of Uruk society physically but also brilliant strategists. Below them are Targests which report to the Targoth and keep order when their General, Autarch, or Rex are not present. The common soldiers of the Host are Krughai, warriors. While they hold no immediate position nor dominion over their companions, they are as their society merits- some of the most respected in Lurak.

He set upon the Holy City, and the Tabernacle he invaded. He stood, then, over the aged Horen, Prophet, Father of the Covenant of Man. Now the Enemy had come into Krug's camp, which had, with his people, succumbed to the wishes of the Father of Lies. So they cheered at Krug, shouting, 'slay him, slay him, how weak he is!' And unclean spirits also came upon him, and upon his people, whispering, 'Slay him, slay him, how weak he is!' So Krug pitied his brother, and for his weakness despised him. He brought the axe down upon his neck, and spilled his brother's blood. This was the sin of Krug, which was the joy of the unclean-spirits, and the fruit of Deceiver's plot. By blood of his kin-slain brother, had Krug sealed in his own blood the sin of him, which also was upon him, and all of his sons, who should, for that they had done such a thing before the Tabernacle of the Lord where the Lord his God's eyes were upon him, in his most grievous sin, bear the burden of this sin not only in their blood, but upon their flesh, in their face and on their brow, in the growth of their teeth, in the leprosy of their skin in horrid disfigurement-- they had been as demons, ravenous, taking after demons, so that they were kin to demons; so as demons, they appeared, this was the curse of Krug for what he had done. Now an agent had come again unto Krug's camp, to a Rex who had known the LORD his God, as the Enemy had come unto the camp of the four brothers in the beginning of days. He had whispered unto him, and spoken promises to him, and said to him "I am a prophet, so see my power in the world." and the Rex brooked him, heeding him, and going with him where he went. The beast a Dragon led them to the city of Heinz-Edel, and they flaunted themselves, and were brooked by those who walked the streets, in their sloth or else in their confusion. But for that CAIVS PRIMVS HIGH PRIEST had been in that place, who, as his Father Horen, would not brook it, could not brook it, they would have perhaps gone on in sin; but he came upon them that they might not defile anymore the camp of Horen, not bring into Edel the destruction wrought it in Joren's time. Elder Horen set upon this intruder-in-the-camp, and the Rex went forth also, not to drive him away, but to defend him, so there came a struggle and a clashing of blades. So Horen, who was a priest after Owyn, was beaten and was bloodied, and the fiends had gone away. But Horen who they called a weak man, the meek man, had lived, returning then to his camp, saying, "They have come again, the Enemy, to do to us what they had done in Horen's camp, but by God I shall not let them, by God I shall not brook them." He called to arms the Princes of the Faith, and spoke to them of Holy War. And they called the Black Dragon Banners, each and all, and all were prepared to do what their fathers had once before them failed themselves to do, but that their prophets had achieved-- to cast the evil one from the midst of them. And Man, blessed Man, departed from the assembly from whence Caius Primus High Priest had called Holy War, and mustered their banners and the whole of the legions of Man, in the name of the God of Man Pantokrator. But Krug the Rex had heard of this, and was afeared. And in his heart was stirred a worry, fore this Rex was not as his father Krug, but had gone, once, unto the lands of his brother Horen, and said, 'cleanse me in the waters that the Lord has given to you, that I may be abluted. Mark me by the waters of baptism, so that I may be like you, and in the glory of God our Father-Creator." So the Spirit of the Lord was upon his heart, and bid of him, in fear or in shame, abdicate to another, and it was so. The House of Krug was succeeded him by another, weaker, meeker, a youth, a flepir, who while not frail as elder Horen had been in the days of the slaying, was weak in his youth and in his innocence. He went out from the lands of Krug to the place of the High Priest of H'oren. They presented themselves in humility before Caius Primus High Priest. Horen held high the blade of Holy War over the head of Krug, who before him knelt in supplication and humility. So Krug who was cursed, for that he had slain his brother Horen in his strength, came forth to Horen in his weakness, and kissed the ring of him, saying, "Whatever you ask of us, we will do, fore we have done wrong by you and set upon you, we have spilled your blood by the will of the evil one." The Blade loomed high, in the hands of Caius Primus, priest, High Priest, Horen, bearer of the laurel. He looked down upon the weakness of Krug, and beheld it, as Krug before him had done unto Horen. And Krug had pitied Horen, and despised his weakness-- Horen, now, looked down upon Krug, a child, and loved him for his weakness. He looked upon him, and saw that he was meek: and Horen loved him for that he was meek. The camp of Horen called out to their High Priest, saying, 'slay him, slay him, we shall spill his blood, as he has done unto us, and we will be satisfied by his blood.' "I may not slay the meek, fore that the meek are beloved to me. They are beloved to me, fore that they are beloved to the Lord my God. I may not slay the weak-man, fore he is beloved to me. He is beloved to me, fore that he is loved greatly by the Lord. I may not kill the Flepir, who has never before known the helm of a nation, the innocent ones are beloved by the Lord, so they are beloved also by me, and I shall not slay them." Caius Primus stayed the blade, and up came his brother Krug from weakness, who was at his mercy, spared. And the High Priest spoke, "For mercy, I shall not slay you. In the name of the Lord, you are spared." Rejoice, rejoice, so beautiful a thing to offer to the Lord, merciful restraint to the meek, compassion even unto the guilty! But the Hosts of the Camp of Horen were wroth, seething; “My blood, my blood, my satisfaction! I am very displeased that Krug has not been slain for what he has done unto us.” But I say to them, sons of Horen, awake! Awake, sleeper, awake! Do you see shame in this victory? And should Krug be ashamed for that he had gone upon his knees and kissed the ring of the High Priest of God's Church, that he has gone and supplicated before Horen, whom he had wronged? If they should be ashamed, then they shall come again in wroth another time, to pay, blood for blood. And if you should be ashamed that you have not found blood when mercy could be afforded, then to you shall come also the reckoning of justice for the blood spilled at Horen's hand, in his own sin. But if you should rejoice at this, saying, “O'Lord, Most Merciful, if you can forgive Krug his crimes for my sake, how beloved I am in your eyes, that even for my own fault you have not sent a blade to chop my neck! I weep for the mercy I am afforded, that is afforded Krug through the staying of my hand. And if for my sake may Krug be forgiven, if by Your love the crimes of my own blood may be washed away, what hope there is for Krug, great hope, that he should be raised in dignity to his great place long denied him!” All ye sons of H'oren see, the Lord our God has set us aside a Chosen People, he has put a sword in the hand of the meek, and he has set a laurel crown upon the head of the youngest, so that he may be an elder to his peers, and through Him sovereign over all the earth. The Lord calls you, by the Blade, as he had called Owyn, to raise up and purify Harren's Court! And if Harren's court could be purified, what, by the blade set in our hand, may become of Krug who pleads before us, crying out; aid me, aid me, anoint me in the waters shown to you!? This is the mission of Mankind, revealed to Godfrey, through Empire Eretz H'oren, The Kingdom of God on Earth. Go forth, ye sons of Horen, to the ports ye dare not enter, to the lands ye dare not tread, this is the burden of your blood, the hope of the world. Now Krug, half-devil and half-child, rises spared, returning to the lands of his people. He has given to Horen all Horen has asked of him, he has gone back to his country, young, and alive with hope, invigorated. Should he mope, and weep, and veil himself, for shame? Has he hidden his face from his fellows, as though he were a leper, for that he had gone and kissed the ring of Horen, and felt the grace of Horen's God? No, nay, but he should return to his land, and marvel for his life-- and see, what little he may see through the fire of Horen's heart, the ills that Horen hates, that are plentiful in the world. He sees in his own flesh the curse his own doing, and sees in his neighbors the sins of them. And he is wroth-- not at Horen, but at sin, and he takes up the Axe the Lord his God has given unto him by his father, when his father was a dignified Man, saying, "Krug, guard my country, let not evil set upon it" and he brings it forth against the worst of the world. See, now, the fruit of your ministry? That Krug should go and wage war upon New Edel, and follow Owyn's path-- though he himself be a sinful thing, warped and twisted, appearing as a demon? In this way, he was no different than Owyn, who, by the Blade and Mercyflame, was guided to purity from iniquity, cleansing himself of his own sin, kin-slaying. This, you have showed to him through mercy, and he marches upon even your enemies. Now should you expect from Krug that he should be as you are, civilized, and wage no war? Certainly not! War is in the nature of Krug, he is a creature made for war-- but made for Holy War he is, and in sin, wages war upon his own dignity. But may you expect from Krug that he should keep Holy the Lord his God? Yes, absolutely! This is the mission of Godfrey and the duty of your blood through Horen, to be the guiding hand, and example to all nations and to all creeds. Who should long for Empire H'oren, then, that knows not, and lives not, the mission of H'oren his Father, and Godfrey who, seeing what had been done by the deeds of Krug kin-slayer, the scattering of Man through one thousand years a struggle, pulled Man again together, to do as he was born to do? Should you wish to know this glory, to honor thy father and the dragon his banner, must you, then, take up the banner, and do as your father Horen would himself, to go the path of Godfrey, to tame the untame, and bring light to the dark places, to clothe the naked and right the wrong, sparing no expense, by the price of the blood of your sons and the sweat of the toils of your daughters, by the prayers of all God's people, to bring forth all the world to the Light of Owyn's Flame, Holy Spirit. Not by any other means, ever, shall you know unity, lest you be felled again, and again, and suffer Johannesburg a hundred times, a thousand times! TO KLOG REX-IN-GOLUS Young Rex, I write to you, who has since abdicated, as the witness of your entrance into the faith of the Lord your Sovereign God. You had come upon me in my home of Lemon Hill, and you had put a blade to me, and also to my brother Rebbe Elim, extracting from us what little we could afford you, a robber. And we fed you, and gave you more, and spoke to you, we laid our hands upon your hand, and said, 'I forgive you.' I recall, still, the stoking of the flames of faith in you, and in your fellows, who, by the guide of the very same priests you had vandalized, led you into the waters of baptism, through the gates of Man's cities where you had been denied. And you spoke, in that place, an oath before God, He is One God, your God, the Lord of Hosts, Maker of the heavens and the earth, Sovereign King, Pantokator. You were marked in the waters of Gamesh in the land of Minitz, alive in True Faith. And I recall how you came to me, in my need, in the lands of Veletz, when the degenerates had set upon us, and were to slay us dead, screeching, seething, foaming at the mouth, crying 'home invader! Home invader!' You saw them come forth our way, marching, slow, malicious, and you saw the evil of their eye. I saw you take up your axe in righteousness, I saw you take upon your arm the shield, and came betwixt us. Their blade you had caught, and their seething baby-rage strikes you parried, and you set the blade into their neck. Son of Krug, defender of the world, you were a shield to men-helpless! You were a Holy Warrior of God, who could not brook that Men marked Holy be slaughtered. And for this crime, you were cast down, and they chained your spirit! For you, we prayed, for hours and hours, casting what was unclean from the land, while you battled the spirit of the demon who had gone out from the fiend, and into you. And we saw you rise, triumphant, alive, by the grace of God, returned. What has become you now, poor Krug, my son? You have let the dark-werido into the camp of Horen, you have not stopped him. You have heard his tempestuous call, you have gone forth to be a shield to him, and an enemy to Man. How deceived you have been, how fooled! But you must not go unto your death by the lead of the false shepherds of Xion. You must not go where the false-dragon had led you to go, see now the fruit of his labor, your exile and woe, golus, golus! The False-Dragon has herded you into golus, led you by his croizer into the middle of nowhere, a wasteland, with no hope, no tribe, no home, no crown, no Kingdom, but torment, and terror, and weeping, persecution! Return! Return! Return! Return to us, Klog, Krug, King, Rex! Trust in the Mercy of God, and return to Him! Bring forth the crown you have surrendered, and cast it upon the Flame of His Spirit-- God is King! Affirm again, there is but One God, the God of Krug, the God of Horen, the God of Owyn, Godwin, Joren, Harren, and Godfrey, I am HIS and HE IS MY GOD! I write to you, your priest, to call you again into the fold, to brave persecution, and seek full pardon. I call unto you, to restore your full-dignity, to do as your tribe has done, and before Caius Primus High Priest say; Horen, brother, I have sinned, forgive me. Before the LORD confess by him, and renounce evil, rejoin your people in elevated dignity, such that only God may restore.

ON THE PONTIFICAL MEETING THE MEETING The AUTARCH made his way to NEW VALDEV with promise of guest rite, it was then when he met his FRIEND, HIS HOLINESS CAIUS I in critical condition he was delivered to PATRIARCH VILLORIK to speak with him in his place. He offered retribution for the horrendous attack which took place and nearly slain the PONTIFF. He offered the OSTRACIZATION and EXECUTION of the former REX KLOG’AKAAL. It was worrying then to hear of a amassing attack upon the new government, which was friendly to Cannon, especially in its reforms. So again did the AUTARCH ride to NEW VALDEV but this time with a retinue of allies, from which he greeted the PONTIFF, his friend, at the gates. The pair spoke at length of the issues which had created such a diplomatic disaster, and about how the REXDOM might sort out the errors of previous administration. Thusly the REXDOM, already steadfast friends of many- including the church, did make agreement with HIS HOLINESS. ON THE OSTRACIZATION OF THE PUNISHED AKAAL The AUTARCH with the authority invested into him by the REX decrees a total OSTRACIZATION of PUNISHED AKAAL. ANY who associate openly or in closed doors with THE PUNISHED AKAAL will cease activity immediately. Any with information on the whereabouts of THE PUNISHED AKAAL will come forwards with haste. KLOG’AKAAL is hereby banned from all activities of GOVERNMENT, from entering LURAK without SLAUGHTER, a bounty will soon be issued upon him. ON THE AGREEMENT WITH THE CHURCH OF CANON The demands made by HIS HOLINESS CAIUS I are accepted in full. LURAK will grant a charter to the CHURCH upon discussion of location, with many selections already picked for them. LURAK will allow the CHURCH access to their resource facilities when letter is delivered as to when they might arrive. LURAK will aid the CHURCH in hunting down any aggressors who attack so freely the CHURCH its officials. AS DAAHD’LUR AUTARCH HAS BEEN STEADFSST FRIEND OF CAIUS I, LURAK DECLARES GENERAL FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON. SHOULD THE PUNISHED KLOG’AKAAL WISH TO REPRIEVE HIS SETENCE AND RESTORE HIS HONOR HE WILL COME AND DO BATTLE WITH THE AUTARCH IN AN HONORABLE DUEL, OR TURN HIMSELF IN TO THE LURAK. SIGNED, REX RUE'LUR, Master of Lurak, Wargoth of Lurakan, Scion of Daahd. @thequeennadine AUTARCH DAAHD'LUR, General Advisor, Scion of Swiv. @Sean_VEVO

REXDOM-LURAK UPON THE OFFICE OF GOVERNMENT With this DECREE the REX Rue’Lur orders the assembly of a new government. ON THE KLAMOR The KLAMOR, or assembly of the CLANS is called to create a new and stronger bureaucracy from which the URUKS will govern REXDOM-LURAQ. The KLAMOR will exist as both advisors and minor administrators of the kingdom. AUTONOMY will be LIMITED by order of the AUTARCH Daahd’Lur. Each WARGOTH deemed fit to lead their clans will be granted land from which they will siphon income generated. Additionally, vassals not of any particular CLAN will be granted different rights and responsibilities. ALL URUKS are allowed to witness the KLAMOR unless an explicit call for a WARGOTH KLAMOR is made, which will be held privately; these are the exception NOT the rule. The KLAMOR may be called at any time but in times of peace usually only occurs once a year or so. ON THE WAHG IN GOVERNMENT A WAHG, or more simply, war, is a special season for the Uruk. During the time of WAHG all functions of government aside from KLAMOR called for by the REX or AUTARCH are put on hold. While the government will still operate in collecting tithe for payments of debts and treasury, the government will shift into something more akin to a DICTATORSHIP. The codes of KRUG will still be followed as normal but will be enforced more harshly. Descent is not tolerated during WAHG. Descent can be any of the following: Secrecy Disloyalty Disrespect of OFFICE Doomering Any action thats disrupts the WAHG in meaning to harm the Government. During the WAHG season, respect, trust, and faith is placed within the REX and AUTARCH. Whilst fraternization with the enemy is allowed and even encouraged so that combat may be carried out with HONOR betrayal of kin and country is an offense worthy of execution and OSTRACIZATION. ON THE RIGHTS OF WARGOTH The WARGOTH functions as a chief of their tribe and kin; they are expected to be able to raise levies, collect taxes, and participate in the structure of government: The KLAMOR. While the KLAMOR is not a democratic institution the opinions of the KLAMOR are highly valued by the REX and taken into account. Voting may be held by the KLAMOR if given the option by the REX. Some reasons for this are as follows: Votes on War Votes on Ostracization Votes on new WARGOTHS Votes on removal of WARGOTHS Votes on establishing new infrastructure (keeps, prisons, wharves, etc.) WARGOTHS reserve the right to enforce KRUG’S LAW on their territories unless intervened upon by the REX or AUTARCH in matters of importance, but will be left to their own devices unless there is an explicit exception. WARGOTHS reserve the right to enlist soldiers into their LEVY at any time. WAR MATERIAL will only be provided however for training and during times of WAHG, unless petitioned for by the WARGOTH to the REX or AUTRARCH. WARGOTHS act as representatives of their CLAN at large. Actions taken by the WARGOTH are actions taken by the CLAN. This means that victories attributed to the WARGOTH are attributed to the CLAN, but blunders are attributed as well. WARGOTHS do NOT serve as representatives of the REXDOM LURAK. Any action taken by the WARGOTH which cause diplomatic incident will be punished unless those actions were ordered by the REX or AUTARCH. WARGOTHS who fail to meet expectations will be subsequently removed from their station. ON THE RIGHTS OF TARGOTH TARGOTH serves as a military commander of REXDOM-LURAK. While in the past only one TARGOTH served the REX, there is now a demand for greater leadership within the HOST. The TARGOTH is given command over CENTRAL URUK warriors at all times, and during times of WAHG command over ALL URUK warriors including the WARGOTH LEVY. A TARGOTH is granted a place in the KLAMOR regardless of whether they are WARGOTH, however, their opinion upon matters of state is regarded less and their opinions on matters of WAHG more. Additionally, it is possible to be WARGOTH and TARGOTH at once. A TARGOTH is the deliverer of justice. If KRUG’S LAW is broken by any within the REXDOM LURAK the TARGOTH is required to deliver swift justice to the one breaking the law. A TARGOTH however is overruled only when a WARGOTH whose land the law was broken upon intercedes as to deliver the punishment themselves; this may be however halted should the TARGOTH petition the REX or AUTARCH to allow them to deliver the punishment instead. A TARGOTH is granted the right to freely demote and promote soldiers of the CENTRAL URUK FORCE at any given time. To punish or reward as they deem fit. ALL OTHER FUNCTIONS AND RIGHTS OF THE TARGOTH ARE RELAYED VIA THE DECREE OF THE MILITARY. ON THE RIGHTS OF THE AUTARCH The AUTARCH is an office only granted to URUK with exceptional ability; usually a previous WARGOTH or TARGOTH who has resigned in favor of being the primary advisor to the REX. AUTARCH serves as minister for DIPLOMACY, WAR, and TREASURY when not overruled by the REX. The only force from which the AUTARCH is required to answer to is that of KRUG’S LAW and REX. The AUTARCH is granted ABSOLUTE POWER when the REX is not present to deliver their will. The AUTARCH is granted the right to approve of new infrastructure and the demolition of old. Along with this AUTARCH might evict citizens of the REXDOM-LURAK at will with the exception of WARGOTHS from which they must consult first the REX upon their removal. (This only applies for non-CLAN-owned properties, as CLAN-owned properties must follow prior DECREE or will be freely removed at will by the AUTARCH.) The AUTARCH reserves the right to freely enter into diplomacy with all nations. As head diplomat and advisor of the REX the AUTARCH is effectively given the function of the REX when they are not present during diplomatic meetings. The AUTARCH reserves the right to call and lead the KLAMOR should the REX not be available. The AUTARCH reserves the right to take control over the HOST and all LEVY during times of WAHG when not in the presence of the REX. ON THE RIGHTS OF REX The greatest title a Uruk can hold is REX, it is absolute. It is respected. When speaking with a REX absolute respect is required of citizens of LURAK. During KLAMOR disagreement with the REX is allowed but only if no insult is given. The REX is POWER, the REX is STATE, and the REX is LURAK. The REX holds absolute control, bowing only to KRUG’S LAW.

REXDOM-LURAK Artwork by @thequeennadine Centuries have passed with Uruk under the banner of the Iron Horde… Centuries of war, bloodshed, and destruction. The question posed to the Wargoths and their Clans: What good have we accomplished? What purpose did those wars serve? The Northern Tribe of the Swiv, driven by two great Warlords, the culmination of their lessons and interactions with the other races has left them with the experience and innovations needed to bring about a new age of Uruk. The Age Lurak. THE AGE OF LURAK The Rexdom was found in rags, their funds spent upon infrastructure and aiding in wars that ultimately doomed their economy. No longer could this be permitted. Was it truly the Lurak who stood alone in the disappointment of the previous administrations? The very culture itself? For years machinations, and manifestations drew closer to the crowning achievement of AUTARCH Daahd’Lur: not ruination of fleets, theft of flagships, slaying of saints, the slaying of Gods, but the crowning of his daughter. REX Rue’Lur. It was in secret that the REX was brought up, and in secret until the day of transfer when Rex Klog’Akaal did cede the crown to REX Rue’Lur child of Daahd’Lur-Targoth. With the transfer; the Horde is mutilated, to be torn apart for only the useful pieces. The bickering tribes and clans forced to conform to form a proper state. Not an Iron Horde but a true state, REXDOM-LURAK. THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE REXDOM, THE AUTARCH, THE ABOLITION OF THE HORDE. With THIS DECREE the HORDE is ABOLISHED. The rise of something greater, a stronger state, not one of weak leadership but one of ABSOLUTE POWER. The REXDOM is established with ABSOLUTE AUTHORITY invested into the REX-LURAK and AUTARCH who alone reserve right to call KLAMOR. REX RUE’LUR @thequeennadine is henceforth given dominion over the lands of the HORDE, THE HORDE will subsequently be referred to as REXDOM-LURAK. TARGOTH DAAHD’LUR @Sean_VEVO will serve as AUTARCH, GENERAL, and ADVISOR to the REX. REFORMATION OF CLANS, REESTABLISHMENT OF WARGOTH, KLAMOR CENSUS will be carried out across LURAK in order to establish an ACTIVE CABINET of WARGOTHS, advisors, and subservient cheifs of the REX. IF CLANS FAIL TO MEET THE CRITERIA DECIDED BY THE AUTARCH THEY WILL BE CONSIDERED MOOT AND ABOLISHED. LAWFUL LEVYABLE LOYAL WARGOTHS MUST ALSO BE REQUIRED TO OWN ONE HUNDRED ACRES OF LAND WITHIN LURAK SEPARATE FROM ROYAL PROPERTIES FROM WHICH THEY WILL PROVIDE FUNDING TO THE STATE VIA THE TAXATION OF THEIR CITIZENS. DECREE UPON STATE RELIGION The RELIGION of THE REXDOM-LURAK is decreed to be reverence of the SPIRITS and ANCESTORS, primarily AZTRAN: SPIRIT OF THE SUN. MAY HE BRING BACK LIGHT INTO OUR DARK WORLD. Other faith and worship is ALLOWED, with the exception of IBLEESIAN WORSHIP. IT IS DECREED THAT GENERAL RELIGIOUS TOLERANCE IS TO BE FOLLOWED. DECREE UPON FOREIGNER FOREIGNERS are permitted within the REXDOM-LURAK so long as they do not break REXDOM LAW or disrespect the WILL of the REX or AUTARCH. Trade is to be managed by the TREASURER and AUTARCH. At any point, the crown may choose to exile foreigners for whatever reason deemed fit. REGARDING “WHITEWASH” WHITEWASH is hereby ABOLISHED. Should URUK prove worthy of OSTRACIZATION to the REXDOM-LURAK they will be punished through LAW and either EXILED or EXECUTED. Being FOREIGN URUK is no grounds for exile, instead, the criteria for exile will be as follows: DISGRACEFUL WEAK WILLED CONNIVING SLOVENLY DISHONORABLE DISLOYAL OTHER APPLICABLE REASONING BY THE REX OR AUTARCH

Please do not metagame this roleplay. A watercolor sunrise is lazily dabbed onto a surface of unraveled canvas. The plateaus it hides behind are slate gray and mottled brown, broken up by the occasional smattering of green. Suggestions of a sprawling jungle, which grow numerous the lower one looks, with stone bleeding easily into its expanse. Rue’Lur looks past her work with disdain. The vista beyond, its inspiration, stands as a fetid mockery of what she has depicted. No longer does stone climb and plateau naturally. Neither does it host a sprawling jungle. Disheveled stone constructions obscure her view of an eclipsed sun, alongside the looming silhouette of a malagrugrous, misshapen tree. After a beat, the prodigal daughter turns away from that canvas. Her eyes fall onto the form of her father. “Why did you show me this, father? This is not our home. It is a sad sight.” Rue’Lur lofts a hand, bringing it to her sternum as a curled fist. “It is disgusting, yes, an abomination. Why do you think I have shown you this?” Daahd’Lur watches his daughter with a grimace. “What have you gathered of the tribes, the state of the Horde?” A single beat passes. “... You’ve told me yourself. Your time as Kapo,” she mutters, jaw set and tusks bared in contemplation. “The Iron Horde is in shambles. We owe others more than we make. The clans are scattered, upheld only by their oldest heads. Their eyes are closed.” “They are not simply scattered. They’ve grown weak, impotent. There are few left that have the strength of will we bare. Even less that know how to utilize it.” Daahd’Lur nods once in agreement with his daughter. “Foreign wars for foreign Kings, infestations of weak willed subjects most not even Uruk. Our people were once mighty, or so they say.” “The time is nigh, isn’t it? The Rex. He has submitted to your negotiations.” Rue’Lur’s suspicion is matched by surety. She would never assume Daahd’Lur could fail. “It will be my responsibility to upend this cycle.” At once, the heir to Krugmar speaks as little more than her father’s daughter. Doubt takes hold for a moment. “Am I ready?” “You question your ability? What were all those years of training– every machination I laid out for you– for if you were not ready?” “The rise of Lurak…” Rue’Lur paces closer to her father, back turned to that unfinished painting. “I have studied, trained. I do not doubt what you have invested in me, father. But why not you? I would gladly serve as your guard, if -” “No. I have served too long as Kapo, and felt too close to death. Lurak must be made manifest, the Uruks must be shifted to survive. If I pass as Rex they will scramble and fight once again. You must show them you are their rightful Ruler. I will be there to guide you.” Daahd’Lur says, placing his massive hand upon his daughter’s shoulder. Made mute by the Kapo’s impassioned reply, Rue’Lur looks down to her hands. Calluses and scars mar them, matched by many more across her forearms, and back. Her father had spent so long ensuring she would be ready. She could not count the lessons learned. “What will you do when you are Rex?” Daahd asks, rhetorically. He had already told her what she would do. “The tribes will be dissolved. The heirs of Krug will only prosper if united under one banner, if made as one. A Rexdom.” “The Uruks, descendants of Krug… the world will fall into desolation even more so than it is now should we not succeed in carrying out our plans. The sky is blotted, the world is dark. Apocalypse draws near.” “This unnatural twilight. Aztran will upend it.” Emboldened by Daahd’Lur, the prodigal daughter beats a fist against her chest once more. “As our dynasty— as Lurak— makes right of the uruk, so too shall he demolish the rotted spokes of order. The red sun shall shine.” Daahd silently watches his daughter then, speaking only one phrase. A lingering line of prose written long ago. “When the sun bleeds the Wolf shall take the Scorpion into its grasp.” Things fall silent for a moment, as Rue’Lur turns back to her canvas. With the air so charged, she takes up her brush again. With bated breath, she asks. “What first, father?” Daahd’Lur turns, facing the desecrated forest. “Ubuntu must fall.” CROWNING THE NEW REX, RUE’LUR [RP NOTICE] The time has come to swear your allegiance to the throne of Lurak and its Rex. Come to the proving grounds on [MONDAY JUNE 10th, 4:30 PM EST] to meet with our leadership. There will be fighting and revelry aplenty. ♛ Tourney of Triumph ➢ A tournament shall be held before the audience of the Rex, Rue’Lur, and the Autarch, Daahd’Lur. The winner will be awarded a seat to advise the new Rex and the title Champion of Lurak. ♛By the Old Blood Sworn Anew ➢Those with existing ties to the former leadership of Krugmar will be given the opportunity to bleed alongside Rue’Lur, binding them to the dynasty of Lurak and ensuring her loyalty to their peoples. [OOC] Hey everyone, it's nadiné! We’ll be hosting an in-roleplay event on [MONDAY JUNE 10th, 4:30 PM EST] to commemorate Rue’Lur’s assuming the throne of Lurak. This will be advertised in character as a chance for the citizenry of Krugmar to come forth and renew vows to the Rex, as well as for new allies to make themselves known. Hope to see you there! Thank you to Sean_Vevo for writing the dialogue of Daahd’Lur. Love you, dad!

IN THE NAME OF THE HERD Gather , my bruddahs of horn and hoof, for our clan, for our herd, faces the plague of sin and the loss of valiant warriors. Let us hone the blades atop our heads to a razor's edge, strengthen our hooves for the coming challenge, and wear our scars of Karazept in pride. The time has come for the sons of Iblees to taste the searing fury of the Brazen Bull. In the sacred name of Qarkah, blessed be his name, Clan Ugluk asserts dominion over the blarg; ‘Beastslayer’s den’ and will host a meeting of smoke and flame underneath its canopy. Should any challenge this rightful claim, their axe may rise against our formidable Bullgoth, or myself. ♫ CLAN MEETING Friday, 17th of May, 3PM EST

ORIGIN The Orcs of Clan Ugluk trace their lineage back to the formidable Gorkil bloodline, born of the mighty Krug and twinned by the wild Lur. Emerging as a force to be reckoned with, the first chieftain, Pok, descendant of Ugluk, carved a path of glory through triumphant battles. His exploits caught the attention of Rex Mogroka’Gorkil, who acknowledged the legitimacy of his bloodline, thereby granting Clan Ugluk the status of an independent and respected clan. HISTORY “Burn it, burn all of it. Don’t stop until their children will only remember the flames, nothing else.” TRADITION AND FAITH Follow your Horns, Carve your Path Clan Ugluk thrives as a semi-nomadic society, drawing provisions from their great and impressive livestock and bolstering their resources through frequent raids on enemies. To be counted among the Ugluk is to embrace the spirit of the warrior above all else, leaving all other pursuits of life to secondary importance. Yet, amidst battle and war, the Ugluks hold a profound favour to the artistic expression, whether it be through song or the stroke of a paintbrush. Central to the orcs of Ugluk is the guiding principle of “Two-Horns”, a philosophy steeped into the belief that through competition and conflict, the collective strength of orcs flourishes. At the helm of this doctrine stand the revered patron spirits of Ugluk; Karazept and Qarkah, whose guidance influences the very heart of Ugluk society. “TWO HORNS” PHILOSOPHY One sick bull is a sick herd. The concept of the ‘Two-Horns’ philosophy embodies the karmic power of individual actions within the collective consciousness of the orcish society. When one orc succumbs to laziness, a ripple effect ensues leading to a widespread stagnation that stops progress. Similarly, deviations from cultural norms, such as a goblin speaking common tongue or an orc renouncing allegiance to Krug, disrupt the delicate balance within the community, resulting in unpredictable shifts of behavior. When an orc succumbs to such negative behavior, the karma can be returned to balance in two ways; self mutilation or the sacrifice of the foreign race in the flames of Qarkah. These are the true horns of Ugluk philosophy; to better yourself through pain and conflict, and to to better society through the ritualistic slaughter of the cowardly races. The sharp horn and the long horn. SPIRIT PANTHEON QARKAH Qarkah is the spirit of Culling and Immolation, a lesser spirit under Leyd. Qarkah takes the form of a huge bronze bovine engulfed in flame. Qarkah is worshipped using the Brazen Bull, a bronze bull large enough to contain many men, elves and dwarves alike. Victims are placed inside, and a fire underneath sets them to boil alive in their own fluids. Steam from the bull’s nostril mimics the sound of a cow’s stream, making the sight ever more violent. Qarkah embodies the belief that orcs are strengthened by eliminating non-orcs from their society, representing the second horn of Ugluk philosophy. KARAZEPT Karazept is the Spirit of Scarification and Mutilation, a lesser spirit under Krathol. Karazept appears as a man covered in scars and an animal skull for a head. The preferred form of scarification within the Ugluk clan is through branding, generally the same brands used on their cattle. These brands are made to mimic the simple glyphs of the ‘Kad-Kidari’, the ancient tongue of the Ugluk clan believed to have originated in the days of Morghuun Karazept represents the first horn of Ugluk; the idea that you may become stronger by experiencing pain and conflict. Stories are told from the lines on your flesh, and these scars tell other orcs of your deeds and accomplishments. PHYSIOLOGY The members of Clan Ugluk are a striking sight, towering in stature, adorned with scars, burns and clad in either bronze armour, or the bareness of their formidable physique. Their skin bears a signature colour of green, a gradient of the deep tones of the ancient Gorkils, to the more lightened tones of their newer bloodlines. Yet, there are those who boast human-like or sand-toned skin, brazen and dull. Born in a warrior clan, the Ugluk orcs are bred for battle from the moment they draw their first roar. Their muscles hardened, their minds ever-sharp, a testament to a lifetime of readiness in conflict. Proudly displayed are their weapons, each one a reflection of the dub’horn path. CURRENT ROSTER: Those that walk by us in the desert. BULLGOTH: Skorkon’Ugluk “The Minotaur” @Vilebranch BULLS: Ughûr’Ugluk, Aggad’Ugluk, Zavar’Ugluk, Obok’Ugluk, Ugzak’Ugluk @Jihnyny @Perkins@ColonelKuehl1@Wulfric @Wizzar DISCORD: Special thanks to @Vilebranchfor the referances and inspiration behind the post

𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖆𝖍𝖉 𝕲𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝕮𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 (𝕺𝕾𝕬)

Newspapers are spread throughout Aevos. They’re made of two sheets of cheap paper, simply stacked and folded together and yet they are surprisingly colorful, with doodles and familiar drawings! Could this be… no way! The return of Issue Azhty’H’Futh (XIX) — Azh’Kint’H’Azh’ty’H’Futh (CLIX) D.A. ORC POLITICS A Vampire in Orcgrimmar Many orcish readers might know Bug, the pale-green uruk. I myself have known him for a few years, and he has been, to me, like any other bruddah. However, recent Spook-testing by our Krimpgoth Gnarla’Vukh revealed that he was infected by the vampiric curse. He unfortunately resisted his arrest, wounding many orcs. For the safety of all those present, he was therefore killed. However, it seems that monks came by, and brought Bug back to life. Indeed, Elena of Joma, a friend and Paladin, told me that she found Bug “lying on the ground, covered in gore” in Lurin, “paralyzed from the neck down”; likely the result of a fight. Then, he accepted to be cured —though, admittedly, he did not have much of a choice. “He said he had been infected for… about 4 or 5 cactus weeks, so it was within the 12 year period one has before it’s too late to be cured.” she explained. “Descendants turn into vampires by consuming a vampire’s blood.” — “I’ve known some to have been forced to do so,” and according to her, in some cases, “the social stigma of being cursed and the difficulty in seeking help” can make it complicated to get cured. Some can be “under the eyes of a whole coven of vampires, and feel that their safety is threatened should they seek treatment.” Gnarla told me that Bug seemed genuinely confused, and distressed by the whole situation. She held similar assumptions, deeming that he was probably forced into his situation. Though I have not been able to get in touch with Bug to hear his version of the story, it therefore seems that he had no choice in this, and is not buurz himself. Regarding the prevention of future cases, Elena advised: “the main way to test if someone is a vampire is through testing their freshly cut wounds with salt. If it boils, then they’re a vampire.” — “Fangs and claws can be unseen, so they are no good way of finding out.” — “Refrain from travelling alone, as they often attack solitary wanderers… and if you suspect someone to be a vampire, do never confront them alone!” she insisted. FOREIGN AFFAIRS Wagh upon the Sand-Elves I should begin this article by stating that my heart is weighed in the following matters. Our elder Madoc’Lur is a friend to me, and I am a part of the Shaman Lodge; though not once has it bothered me in my duties as Shaman, Skriptgoth, Yargoth, or writer of the Kaktuz Weekli. Yet, I seek to uncover and speak the truth; may each of my words be a praise to Theruz. —Gharak'Yar One might say the conflict between orcs and Atemu-ta's kin dates back to the times of Rex Kybal’Akaal, over 4 cactus months ago. The lads, as they were known, lived in Krugmar, and were taught shamanic ways after becoming honorary orcs. Atemu-Ta, who recently spread extensive propaganda across the continent, claims he was mistreated back then. This could be true. Perhaps, he was treated like an orc, and strength was expected of him where he did not have it. An orc facing injustice doesn’t merely write, or speak of it; he fights, and removes it. Atemu-Ta, being incapable or perhaps refusing such boldness, proved to not be an orc. And so, he was no longer called an orc. He saw this as another injustice. Yet again, he refused to fight it; he did not defend his views, refused challenges and klomps, calling upon his own moral values. To refuse orcish ways in orcish land is to set oneself up for a beating. His sister, trying to protect him, entered a klomp he was losing to honour his principles. She was killed. To interrupt a klomp is to deny both fighters their honour. Destroyed by this, he left Krugmar. Orcs do not mind that elves be elves in elven lands. Atemu-Ta was clearly not an orc, and trying to join a Horde made for orcs was his mistake. Rex Grommash, who now rules upon the Hordelands, pardoned the enemies of the Horde upon accessing the throne. Yet, Atemu-Ta and his Rah’Mun people did not cut all his ties with orcs. Their shamans kept worshipping our spirits. I have witnessed their undoubtedly elvish ways in this art, when I tried to give his people a fair chance. I too, of course, felt sorry for the mourning pharaoh. Yet in their shrines I found our spirits twisted with untrue, elvish names. Old Blah, the language of the spirits, must only be used to speak truth; to speak wrong names is a travesty, a betrayal. It is the precise reason why this tongue is so closely guarded. But they did not only insult the spirits in their own land. They built a shrine on land which, as decided in the previous Southern Summit, belonged to the Qualasheen. This triggered a holy war. Motsham Madoc’Lur has been working on gathering the shamans to guard them from falling into the arms of buurz like they have in the past. Is it unfair to ask that shamans, keepers of our ways, hold an eye on each other? That they make sure none stray away? Another injustice upon Atemu-Ta, who clings to his absolute freedom. His inalienable right to turn buurz, perhaps. He has declared that Madoc’Lur’s attempt to keep shamans away from buurzdom in the Lodge is isfetian —that is to say, in their tongue, buurz. And so, with this final insult, the Iron Horde joined the Qualasheen in their war against the mad pharaoh. ORCISH CULTURE Spiritualism: Meet Addâgse The spirits are central to the orcish culture. They live in their respective realm, neatly separated from the mortal plane— we are told. And so I believed, until a few years ago, as I wandered the great deserts of Krugmar, a hundred miles away from any other descendant. So, I believed, until Addâgse wandered Aevos for a year, and my path met his. Addâgse, I think —for I could never understand the answers he gave to my questions— is the spirit of childhood and innocence. I could not, despite my attempts, determine who Addâgse was lesser under, but I did find that he carried a great deal of wisdom, and many secrets. “Please— You draw me a sheep!” Are the words I heard. I was somewhere, nowhere in the lonely and harsh desert. Yet, he was there. He looked like an extraordinary halfling, with locks of gold and wearing a long, green robe. He had tiny glistening eyes that seemed to look deeply into my being, through my soul, probing my very existence. “Please— You draw me a sheep!” He called again. And I had to comply, for one does not refuse a quest bestowed by the spirits, no matter how measly or seemingly meaningless. He taught me, with all the excruciating patience required to teach grown-ups, the meaning of important things, and the lies of what seems. (Here, I am having to simplify, for many of my readers are grown-ups too.) He told me of those he met on his journey through Aevos; meaningful encounters, and meaningless encounters; the fox who he tamed, and the flower who had tamed him; the one who counts the stars, and those who watch the stars, and me who now listens to them. I have attempted to draw Addâgse— so that you may recognize him, should he ever roam Aevos again. And if he does, and you meet him, please make sure to send me a letter; for I do believe that he has tamed me too. And if you too wish to know him better, seek the books on the Little Spirit in the Ancestral Archives of Orgrimmar; there, I have compiled his story in much more detail than I can do here. PEEP DIZ! Breasal Nimblefoot’s Birthday Our dear friend Breasal Nimblefoot is having his 100th birthday, and will be hosting a great party in Dunwen! He has promised drinking, dancing, and games; and like any halfling party, we are convinced this will be one zkah of a time! The party will start on the third cactus hour of the eastern afternoon. On The Kaktuz You must have noticed that the Kaktuz Weekli has not been published in the last couple cactus weeks. It is because I have been on a journey, a self-exile into the desert. It is in fact there that I have met Addâgse. I am happy to announce that I am back, strengthened, wisened, and ready to face life with all my might. As announced, a new section was added to the Kaktuz Weekli; PEEP DIZ! It will hold things we think deserve to be spread across Aevos, or possibly advertisements. Paid advertisements will of course be flagged as such. Please get in touch with anyone in our team ((or better, leave your message below!)) if you wish to have a message in this section of the next issue! The Team Informant — Spuds @Turbo_Dog Writer — Gharak’Yar @Gomoore Illustrator & Head publisher — Gharak’Yar