A certain orc walks into Troll's Bane with a piece of pig-skin rolled up tightly in his hands. He places it upon the wall, and quickly pulls a phial of blood out of his bag. He dips his green finger into the phial, and pulls it out dripping in the blood of some unknown being. He quickly writes on the parchment, leaving behind clumsily written figures, and turns away after he is finished. The following text is written in common on the parchment.
Greebas peoples of Troll's Banes ands Gobaith,
It should be knowns dat da orcs 'ave assembled agains. Under da banner o' da great clan of da Bloodskulls from da past, da orcs haves come togeddas. Let nones detest against dis movements, and all oomies n' uddas honor dis movement. Iffin yoos gots problems, too bads. It be happenin's. Da followin' should be observeds as clan lands. Dis orc will be comin' backs to check out wot yoos has to says to dis. Bloodskulls will be recognizeds by da marking o' a red Skulls in bloods on der armor or chests.
Da followin' be lands da Bloodskull recognize, as well as da lands dey claims. It subject to changes in da future, like most tin's in all walks o' lifes.
Grunith returns to the town wall some time later in Troll's Bane, and calmly places a pig skin underneath a more tattered pig skin. On it is fresh blood and written in perfect orcish obviously a message meant only for orcs. From the penmanship, even for an orc, the message seems of extravagent make. One could only see it as interesting, but only those who speak the gutteral tongue of orc would be able to understand it. At the very end of the letter, a red crimson skull can be seen defiantly standing out against the leather on which it is written. In orcish, it says...
Greetings, orcs of Gobaith,
My name is Grunith Shuth, and I have come south here to Troll's Bane to enlighten you all of the reformation of the great Bloodskull Clan in the north. The time has come for our kind to join together once again, and refind our honor and glory we once had. Our time has come to reforge our legacy and establish ourselves amongst all the great legends in the history of Gobaith and the rest of the world.
Where many attempts have failed with the disbanding of the Bloodskull Clan some half a decade or so ago, the orcs have been scattered, at eachother's throats, and used for the devices of others. None others do or ever shall control our destiny. -We- are the makers of our own devices. Those who seek to control us for their own devices, such as the so-called "Temple" will feel the wrath of the Bloodskull clan. There is no greater crime than enslaving our kind, and using us to such extremes.
The time has come for us to unite and work towards a common goal of furthering our own interests, and strengthening together as one. Through blood, our father Lord Moshran, with the help of the fire lord, Lord Bragon, constructed us to be who we are. Our veins flow with Lord Moshran's very own blood, and our spirits burn with the flame of Lord Bragon. We are great in this sense, and hold a great destiny in the long run.
So I call out to all of you, my bretheren, to come northwards to the Blood lands in the North, and join us. Come and see the destiny that once was, is, and forever shall be in all the history texts of man, elves, dwarves, halflings, and their ilk. Seek out Chief Grunith Shuth, and understand what has so long been denied to us - our strength through spirit and unity. With these last words, I leave you, my bretheren, to think on these. Before long, I shall see you with the mark of honor, the crimson skull upon your chests.
A dried piece of leather is hung below the other one, this one also has some writing, written in orcish. It is crudely written, as if it was put up hastily. At the end of the note is crudely drawn skull.
Grunith,
I shall of course join the Bloodskulls and help how I can to reform the clan.
~Krenlar
