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A Curse; But Not A Command

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Reksam'Kog stands quietly at the top of the Rex's plateau in the bustling Orcish city of San'Vitar. As the goblins and orcs trade, joke, eat and fight below, only one thing is on his mind; the swirling sand of war. Or rather, it would have been, if peace had not been achieved. The Rex nods to Ural'Kog to his left, who nods once and raises a giant wooden mallet, booming it against the colossal Orcish wardrum. Minutes go by as he does this, calling the Orcs to gather at the foot of the plateau. The Rex grins to his brothers and speaks.

 

"Bruddahz! Ziztuhz! Wi hab fownd peez wid da Azug'z!"

 

Mutters of confusion mixed with a few solitary cheers cascade across the audience like a quiet thunderstorm. Reksam sighs, crossing his arms as Ural smashes the drum once more, beckoning the rabble to silence themselves; and they did so.

 

"Deze am da termz ub peez!

 

Azh; Da Azog'z muzt bi kleanz'd ub deir wytewazh weyz, agh ripent fer furzeykin' Krug!

 

Dub; Aftuh da Azog'z ripent, Urik'Azog am tu bi mayd Targoff ub da Krughai.

 

Gahk; Da Warnazhun am tu rimayn nuutrul en da impendin' war bitween Aeztuhwuld agh Uren.

 

Futh; Da Warnazhum am tu keep hozh rilazhunz wid da ztowtz ub Urguan."

 

The orcs murmur quietly before Reksam smiles. The peace was not all he wanted, but it was the best they could get, and a far better option than a prolonged, devastating war.

 

"Diz dey wi gruk wub id am tu trulee bi Uruk. Da bluudluzt Ibleez gibz uz... Am id wub maykez uz whu wi am?

 

Nub, bruddahz. Da bluudluzt am azh kurz; nub azh kummand."

 

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Fimlin strokes his beard, nodding happily as the brief war comes to an end.

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Faunher'Gorkil cheers his approval.  "Wid da Urukz yunitud, nubting wib be abul tu ztup da Uzg!"

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Glumpuz grumbles something underneath his breath, not sure whether he should be happy that the bloodshed has stopped, or angry because he no longer has an excuse to fight other orcs to the death...he shrugs this off, tapping his stubs together idly.

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Grezlyk grunts "Uzg shuld kunsider demself lukky, mi wuld rek dem."

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