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[Cal Hurst]

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Vaen was sitting at Poets watching the festivities, when CJ told him that a band of Orcs were outside waiting for him. Curious, Vaen went downstairs to see what was going on.

"BLUUD MOON!!!" they all shouted, as they pointed at Vaen. "WEH WANT JU!!!"

After some confusion, some of the Orcs grabbed Vaen. One inparticular, Og'Din, stripped Vaen of his sleeves and his gloves. Vaen glared at Og'Din, feeling powerless as several Orcs were grabbing him. Og'Din grabbed a bracelet which glowed strangely and attached it to Vaen's arm. Vaen began to sweat profusely as he fell to his knees.

The curse glowed on Vaen's arm as members of the House of the Gauntlet attacked the Orcs. Og'din stood guard over Vaen as the other Orcs decimated the opposing forces.

One remained, however. It was CJ. Vaen stood up and looked around blankly, his mind flooded with thoughts he's never had before.

"Vaenorc," said Og'din, "Clomp dat wun." Og'din pointed at CJ and then handed Vaen a bola. Vaen swung the bola and aimed at CJ, hitting him perfectly, knocking him off his mount. The Orcs then quickly ran over and instantly sliced CJ up, causing him to fall immediately.

Og'din and Vaen then walked over infront of a crowd of confused bystanders. Og'din shouted, "LIZZEN UB! FRUM NUW UN, DIZ AM VAENORC! HEM AM SLABE UB DA BLUUDGOD!! HOOWAH!!!"

At that, a gate was put up. And Vaen looked around blankly, and then followed his new family back to his new home through the red gate.
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[Grig'nag da Mojo]

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Staring at the ceiling of the orc fort, Grig'nag was still in a minor state of disbelief at the days events. Through an awesome display of orc shamanic powers, their new weapon had found his way to them. As a rule of thumb, Grig viewed all magic and spells as innately evil and corruptive. A tool for the insane and ignorant. But perhaps there was more to this magic thing then he had given it credit for.

The Orcs had put much prepartion into this day. A rare occassion had brought the orcs to their fullest strength...the appearance of the Bloodmoon. A few fleeting hours where the Bludgod's connection to Sosoria grew to its zenith, empowering all those who called upon his name strength unimaginable. It had been a perfect time to find Vaen. While many orcs seethed with the desire for vegeance against him, the shadow tribe master, Og'Din, had better plans in mind. Once they had found him, things seemed to move quickly. Unimportant words followed abruptly by mortal combat, but as quickly as the steel came to clash, it began to die down. The orcs held the field....and Vaen, for now. Ready to consolidate their prize, the Orcs had whisked Vaen back to the Orc fort. The real work then began.

While his soul had been stolen, Grig didn't want to risk anything breaking their hold on him. He had to make an Orc out of this human. Summoning up his skills he began to instruct Vaen on the ways of the Orc. To Grig's amazement, violence and bloodshed came quickly to the taste of Vaen. It wasn't long before Grig realized, that for all his sense of justice and honor, Vaen had lived a very violent and painful life.

Perfect soil from which to grow an orc.
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Femmies?! Howwah!!

Can't we all just get along? No? Excellent.

[Tir'Og]

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"Mi gunan det ju..." Tir'Og murmered softly as he lowerd his mace and shield, cracking his knuckles ominiosly. "Mi gunna det ju sluuwly..." he said so softly it seemed almost evil.

A made covered in white paint and wearing a tribal mask had just mooned him!
Odd that, the Orcish captin thought as the man in white spun on his heal and ran laughing back and up into the stone donjon. Full moon brings out all the nutters...
A very specil full moon had indeed brought out the Orcs after all, but they were intent on crimes a bit more violent in nature then a simple bit of indecent exposer. Mores the pity, Tir'Og did enjoy the shocked looks on the prudish faces of old humie women as he strutted by in all his glory.

As it was he had just steped throguh a magical red door to Poets Tavern, the hip palce to be these day, and as glancing around at the ensambled hoard. To his left was his comrade in arms Ka'Roog, another Orc of the water. On his right was Og'Din, a Lord in the Stormreavers and the one currently shouting the loudest. And for an Orc it can reach a high level indeed! He was the one who had ordered them here on a strange mission, but one that would likely fill Tir'Ogs need to bust heads. It was less a mission to randomly kill all who oppose them (but Tir'Og thought Og'Din woulden't mind if was able to sneak some hurting in anyways) and more of a selective targeting. If it was just to kill the target it would be what those Din'Chai sneekiez called an "azzazinatun". They had taken pains to explain to the other Orcs that they didn't just want to kill this piticular humie. Aperentlyy it was far more sinister then that.

The massive orange kilted Orc mentally shruged (not a hard feat for him), anything less then a jellified brain cavity was far to subtle for him anyways...

As it was he had far more important (read-'millitant') things to think about in due order. Waving his mace around at a lady in a skull mask who smelt an awful lot like that pug elf, Molly and refusing with horrer a bottle of elvean wine from... Someone in a deamon suit... Was it Poet himself?(Absentmindly Tir'Og wondered if they were at the right place) He decided that he had no intrest in whatever magic they had cookign toward the back. He'd be crowd control this eve. A smal lgroup had gathered already, likely disterebed by the massive amount of testosterone and musk wafting up into the alehouse. Notibly the House of the Gaultlet, known derisvly by the Orcs as the hegie runners, came to peep at the show. Of course, wit hthe amount of elves in thier ranks it ws no wonder they had coem to see this spectical. Those elves probally had less then a pinch of man hormone between the lot of 'em.

Who cares what Og'Din did back there with Vaen back there the Orcish captin thought to himself. He'd heard Og' blab something inteligable and didn't take the time to look back. Someone needed to watch for an oppertunity to kill.. erm.. to guard against these humies in front.

Tir'Og sagely thoguht that whatever the Lord of the Din'Chai did to Vaen it was probally not good news for the Legionary, that was good enough for Tir! It was only passing curiousity that Tir'Og pondered his words of the bloodgod granting him power on this night. TheOrc thought about things, sure why not, but they all involved new and improved ways of hurting people. Any theological thoughts and ides on the mysteries of the Bloodgod only concerned him if hte Bloodgod was interested in handing out blessings... To kill humans of course.

Like most Orcs there he dearly wished these humies woulden't just stand there in shock and actually try to save their friend...
Tir' needn't have wished, give a human a rope and he'll find a way to hang himself everytime... Same principle aplies to Orcs, but it's usally messery then a throtaling.

Suddenly, with a waring whoop CaremalJaugar had decided he'd had enough of whatever it was that the Orcs were doing to his comrade and fell upon Og'Din with rigtious fury. Oggy wasen't a Lord for nothing! Wit ha daft maunouver he dodged back and took only a fleashwound to his side, learing back past Vaen to confront his attacker. He didn't even need to lift his dagger if he didn't want to. There were other Ocs present tickled pink at the thought of violence.

The front of Poets taven was soon awash in the swirling dregs of combat, steel ringing on steel and the cries of the wonded adding their siren song to the devils own ORCistra.

This was what the greenskins lived for after all...

HOOWAH STORMREAVERS!
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For the last time Tir'Og! "Dat toopid humie dezerbed id" is NOT grounds for justafiable homacide.
-Judge, Yew Court

[Uggrak]

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Uggrak stretched, his bones popping and cracking, as he woke up to find a shack full of his clan.

"wut amz weh du'un"

Uggrak was mostly ignored as the many orcs spoke amongst themselves, obviously excited about something. Then one orc, noticing Uggrak finally, instructed him to go upstairs and meet the new orc. He climbed the steps to the very roof of the shack, expecting to see another runt much like he was not too long ago, weak and in need of training. At the top of the stairs, another throng of orc stood circled around a human, an enemy human to be exact. It was Vaen!

Uggrak began to act like he would to any orc prisoner. Poking, prodding, rude comments, threats of harm but the other orcs, all outranking him of course, ordered him to stop. They informed him that this was Vaen orc, the "spelshul wepun". Uggrak watched as Vaen was outfitted with a green helm. Uggrak asked this new orcs rank.

"Mawauda" was the answer.

Uggrak cursed silently to himself. Then he watched on as Waruk attacked Vaen repeatedly and died. The other orcs simply laughed, then ordered him to stop. Uggrak cursed to himself again. Why are they watching and laughing at this?

Then they all watched as Vaenorc displayed his memory of some strange magics that Uggrak didn't understand. The crowd then moved downstairs where it was suggested that the new orc needed a 'burd'. Uggrak was boiling now. A special helm. Marauder on his first day. His own 'burd'. This Vaenorc had never collected a single smeltie, not one wuulie. Why did he get special treatment?

"meh nub wike hemz" Uggrak declared and sat off to the side of the shack refusing to look at this Vaenorc. He could still hear the talk. He could smell this 'humie' behind him being treated better than he ever was.
Uggrak stood and went to the crate that holds the bandages. It contained more bandages than he had ever seen in it at one time.

"yub, dats wut me fowt. weh neebs da wuulies" he lied out loud.

"meh gowa git demz"

And with that Uggrak stormed out of the shack to gather 'wuulies' all the while cursing too himself. Swearing that he would show that the was better than this Vaenorc. Uggrak thought about how hard he worked for the clan and decided he hated this new "spelshul wepun"