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Honorable Chief Rugh T'oh,

in the last days, we had all much trouble on the Island. I thank everyone who helps us. But like always, some of the orks played a dark Game. You always search for respect. But most of your Folksnever show it themself. Our Holyness Ferin just said what he thinks, thats all. You want to punish him for that? Maybe you should live on the Sirani Islands, where nobody could speak against or with your people!

For example with the respectthing. We were in Trolls Bane after the demon attacks us, we were wounded and weaken and many of the Trolls Bane Citizen helped us. And as we heared Trolls Bane is under attack, we left our ruins to help. There was a meeting with many Trolls baners and much tried to discuss the situation. And what said your Orgis-friend? " as long as dit clean da stumpys from da island meh nub cares" And not enough with that,
Grakir, who should in my Opinion be a Wise, grins and says"That wouldsks be a boon."

So what do you say about your Respectthing now? I think we are quit.

May the father be with you,
Queen Friedwulfa Silverblade of Silverbrand

Orc meeting beh tomorrow at ((8 pm GMT+0))

Hope Shaman beh dere, since we hab two flower orcs in jail!

sistah Kreb'la and meh hab caught both!

Rugh!

You see the severed head of an elf, stuck in the end of a sharp pole, just outside the orc land borders. A few letters are written in a bad common just under it

Dis whuu happun to trasspassers!

From the bottom of the cave any inside could hear the loud noise coming from the jaill cell below...

(( for these wae a key a apple would be gid mabye even alittle rabbit... ))

*A red parchment with black letters hangs in the orc caves*


Orc gathering beh tomorrow in da evening!

We shall take our revenge on da stumpies!

Chief Rugh!


((sunday, 7 pm GMT+1, meet at orc caves))

Callinks all Orcsks...Battle beinks tonight. Come as soonsks as yousks can.

Clan Shaman Grakir

Bruddahs and Sistahs!
When does we meet today fer da meeting? meh hope meh can make it... but meh nub knuw when!

Rorak!

Normally we meet at ((9 pm GMT+1)). Howeburr, meh nub can attend today.
Hope yoo meet anyway!

Rugh!

Bruddahs and sistahs!


Orc meeting beh in two days! One day later den usually!

Meh hopes some whub come anybay!
We hab new clan members!
And we need celebrate victory ober smelly stumpies!


Chief Rugh!


((Saturday, 9 pm gmt+1, meeting at varshikar teleporter))

Sistahs and bruddahs!

Meh saw sick doggy drink from da stream in da desert oomie town and den dat doggy died. Now dat water is funny color, like a sick orc, kinda funny green color. Oomie lady say dat da water habs poison. Meh nub know if dat true, but meh tink mebbe nub good idea to drink dat water.

Nilka

Brothersks and Sisters!

Meetinks tomorrowsks at normal time, when the sun beinks low in the sky, before the moon consuminks it!

Clan Shaman Grakir

(( 8pm GMT, Friday 27th ))

The wall outside of the orc cave is covered in rabbit's blood, messily spelling out a horribly written paragraph of words written in Gobaith's trade language.

Meself Greets ye,

Imma names I forgot. So somebody said Gore. So whuts that I call meself. The big walled one, Trull Bane, theys treat Gore like lit'l worm. Old mean dwarf, orange one, Gore hated. I hate 'em Dwarves, I c'nae like 'em they jus' hit Gore. Lizzerds t'aint bad, but theys got all water an Gore duz wouldnt like livin in the water. Gore luvs gob'ilns an orkens lots. They got live in tribes jus' like he did! An ol' tribe didnt call Gore 'thickead'. Gore is a dwarf meself, but hates em. I want a tribe lots agin. Please say talk wit Gore, b'cuase I hate 'em elfies an dwarves an wantsa smush em 'ter goop, an have hisself a good 'ol orkens tribe! I do whutever orkens need, speshly kill anythin whut aint ork that the orkens want dedd.

-Me name bes Gore, ug'lee 'ol dwarf big black beard n' sword.

Cominks to our meetinks dwarfsks...We will waitinks for yousks at the teleportersks of the desert-townsks! Cominks, and we willsks judge yousks strange wordsks. Shaman Grakir, personallysks, beinks pleased to hearinks of yousks love of goblinks.

Clan Shaman Grakir

Ohhh me's sorry missed the meeting, whuts b'cause Gore was sleepying too late. Meself wud still wanna meet gob'iln and orkses verry much though!

-Gore

A pigskin is pinned to the wall written in blood

Greebas , me Gurik former members of Skulls! I see dat skulls be nun actives and mes is intresteds ins joinings clans, let me nos what mes needs to do to joins me Bruddahs and Sistahs!

Signed
Gurik Elvenstar

There willsks beinks another meetinks at the same timesks ((8pm GMT, Friday)) in one dwarven weeksks. We willsks beinks meetinks at the teleportersks, but if you beinks late, goinks straightsks to the cave and shoutsks for us, so we can lettinks yousks in!

Yousks beinks forgivinks Gore...Sleep beinks a good thinks. Gurik, yousks can come alongsks to the meetinks, and we willsks see if yousks havinks what it takinks to be an Orc of Dar'krest!

Clan Shaman Grakir

A dirty orcess seeming accustomed to being alone, her appearance unkempt, her hair wild and matted, her clothes in tatters, wrestles with the orc guarding the gate. She first begs then insists before finally convincing him to let her in as panthers nip at her heels. She gropes her way in the dim light through the still unfamiliar cave, dragging a heavy bag along the stone floor.

Catching a movement from the corner of her eye, she drops her bag and ducks down behind an outcropping rock, peering over the top of it at the strange old orc. Her eyes stare unblinking as she cowers in the dark.

The old orc closes his eyes and breathes in the musty cave air. Breathing out he smiles slightly. Presence sensed, he speaks in orcish, "Greetings. I am Nagitoth Wauktug, former member of the Shadow Horde. Former dweller of this cave."
He keeps his eyes closed and awaits a reply.

Creeping out from behind her rock she approaches slowly, clutching her heavy bag. "Yoo all dem tings?" Her eyes remain wide and unblinking as she scoots along the floor, inching nearer. "Good to see yoo bruddah." She crouches near his feet, holding her bag close. "Yoo tink ob staying wif da clan?"

Orc Meetinks tonightsks, at cavesks. Cominks anywheresks after ((8pm GMT)).

Clan Shaman Grakir

The Cult wishes to meet with your fine orcs. 'Twould be wise to consider some agreements, for the benefit of both parties.

Yoo beh Abalyon? Hurr, or whub Cult yoo beh?
Abalyon knows mehs answer!

Meet da Shaman! When he tinks yoo beh worth, meh might allow yoo to hab audience wit Chief!

Chief Rugh'toh

Some orc please show yourselves in the cave, i have an orc with me who wishes to join you.

Sons and Daughters ob our all mighty Father!


Glory victory da Father hab geben to us!
Yesturday wus da Day of the Hammer, when da Horde smashed da army ob stumpies and captured deir Queen!

Meet dis night, bruddahs and sistahs, so we shall celebrate dis day and give justice to da Queen ob stumpies!


When moon be hidden, we whub meet at desert town teleporter or come to Orc cave directly.



Rugh!



((Wednesday, 29 April, 8 pm CET / 7 pm UK time, Varshikar teleporter))

Bruddahs and Sistahs!


Yesturrrday wus great day fer greenskins!

• X We filled da holy caves of our almighty Father wit plenty ob bruddahs and sistahs in kind and in skin and dose who beh frriends ob us.
  
  X We came togethurrr to judge da Queen ob da dwarves fer recent and past deeds ob stumpies.
  
  X We prayed to da Father - he blessed us by sending his First Messenger once again.
  
  X Da First Messenger judged - we followed his command!

Listen, Bruddahs and sistahs, and spread dis word to eberryone: Da stumpie Queen beh dead!
Da Queen been smashed by da Horde! She hab been pushed down da holy mountain. She wus nub worthy to beh smashed by our blades, da Messenger said!

• Bruddahs and sistahs, dese beh glory times fer our kind! Nubudy can stand da power ob greenskins!
  
  Da Messenger demanded for more blood - Blood we shall give him during our next meeting!

Chief Rugh'toh

Chief Rugh'toh!

The dwarfs of silverbrand will send you a messenger as soon as possible!


In the name of the Crown
~ unsigned~

The Chief Rugh'toh receives the dwarven letter from one of his brothers. After he has read over it, he grins broadly and licks his lips before he inhales deeeeeply to shout:


Bruddahs and sistahs! Murrrrgo! Turrrga! Inform da Horde!

Tell da Horde dat we hab anothurr orc meeting very soon!
Tomorrow we shall meet in our caves!

Harr, harr, funneh dis whub beh!



((tomorrow, wednesday, 13th May, 19:00 GMT+2 meet in orc cave. The dwarves will come around 20:00))

Turga is sleeping on his regular spot by the campfire, he jolts into a somewhat upright position as he hears the chief yelling. he tiredly yells back


Meh gonna trai and beh der!

Then he slumps back down, loud snoring soon echoes trough the cave again



((erh GMT +2 meeaaannsss 21:00 in Norway, yes? oooor is that just for those "outside" Europe? .im not sure if im going to be there. deppends on what tomorrow brings.))