Murgo, I challenge you to a duel, publicly. I have bested your finest warrior, Jag and has agreed to not inhibit this challenge. Hide or run and you will show your true colors as the cowardly orc who managed to manipulate his way into a leadership role in the orc tribe. Stand and fight and you will lose and you will leave Trolls bane alone after.
Kaidan Firestone
Open Challenge To Ork Chief
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Re: Open Challenge To Ork Chief
In a dark night, somewhere in the middle of some forest, some strange flickers of a distant light pierce the darkness. When the young orcs, sent by the Tribe to locate him, draw near, soon spot the mighty orc warlord training, swinging his blessed blades in mid air, with perfect form, arcs of lightning striking the nearby trees and setting them on fire. The young orcs do not dare to say even a single word, terrified by the imposing image of the mighty warrior. Struck with fear, they turn back and start running in the opposite direction.
A strange bird, flapping its wings up and down, barely supporting it's own weight in the air, suddenly drops a parchment at the feet of the orc. He stops his training, keeping his final form for more than a few moments, as if woken up from a trance. All is silent, all is calm, as if a storm has just passed..
Sounds like fun..
A strange bird, flapping its wings up and down, barely supporting it's own weight in the air, suddenly drops a parchment at the feet of the orc. He stops his training, keeping his final form for more than a few moments, as if woken up from a trance. All is silent, all is calm, as if a storm has just passed..
Sounds like fun..
Re: Open Challenge To Ork Chief
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A young orc places a simple note next to the public letter.
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A chief do not receives challenges from nameless soldiers.
~sign~
A young orc places a simple note next to the public letter.
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A chief do not receives challenges from nameless soldiers.
~sign~
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Re: Open Challenge To Ork Chief
A brave refusal of course, I will find you in any case. We know how it'll end.
Kaidan Firestone
Kaidan Firestone
Re: Open Challenge To Ork Chief
The Orcs of Dar'krest announce the death of Kaidan Firestone!
We are the orcs! We will stomp others under us boots! And we will rise our banner! And we will beat up the people who say orcs would beat up people! ~ Glory to the Orcs of Dar'krest!
We are the orcs! We will stomp others under us boots! And we will rise our banner! And we will beat up the people who say orcs would beat up people! ~ Glory to the Orcs of Dar'krest!
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The day had been long, too long, now he found himself once again trudging across the Kumdah Desert toward orcish lands. In one hand the traveler dipped in black carries a chipped serinjah-sword while the other lags behind dragging his engorged leather satchel. Not even the windy conditions of Kumdah can fully mask the the small trench his heavy bag leaves behind in the sand. From a distance it would be difficult to recognize this person as an orc with his lanky physique and most of his olive dab skin covered in black leather or cloth. However, if you follow this individual to the border of Dar'krest and Kumdah his greeting to the guard will surely reveal his descent.
"Greeba brudda, joo seen da chief?"
Exhausted from his journey the scrawny orc takes a moment to gather himself, clearly feeling safe within Dar'krest territory. As he awaits the thickheaded guard's response the orc glances toward the north and notices the bold banner. In the brilliant light of sunset the words smeared in crusted blood read gloriously: The Orcs of Dar'krest announce the death of Kaidan Firestone! After a short grunt and accepting nod the orc turns back to the guard and patiently awaits his answer.
"Greeba brudda, joo seen da chief?"
Exhausted from his journey the scrawny orc takes a moment to gather himself, clearly feeling safe within Dar'krest territory. As he awaits the thickheaded guard's response the orc glances toward the north and notices the bold banner. In the brilliant light of sunset the words smeared in crusted blood read gloriously: The Orcs of Dar'krest announce the death of Kaidan Firestone! After a short grunt and accepting nod the orc turns back to the guard and patiently awaits his answer.
Re: Open Challenge To Ork Chief
With a grunt the guard answers.
"Tha chief be in tha cave! Where'else? Eh! - No get rid here! Mes busy with guardin tha boarda! Gôsh!"
He tosses his thumb into the direction of the cave, then the thickheaded guard licks his lips and moves his greedy yellow eyes over the area. He leans on his hellbard and chops a little bit with his mouth. Back in the valley a panther growls, the smell of fresh snow and icy wind appears...
"Tha chief be in tha cave! Where'else? Eh! - No get rid here! Mes busy with guardin tha boarda! Gôsh!"
He tosses his thumb into the direction of the cave, then the thickheaded guard licks his lips and moves his greedy yellow eyes over the area. He leans on his hellbard and chops a little bit with his mouth. Back in the valley a panther growls, the smell of fresh snow and icy wind appears...