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[Cal Hurst]

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After a successful burning of Stormhaven, the Orcs returned to the Orc Shack in Grishnakopolis. There, an argument ensued between Zhaa'nak and Vaenorc.

"Me am more mojo than you, Zhaa." Vaenorc said

"Ju am tuupid pugdung hummie." Zhaa'nak said

"WAYT! Leb us tayk dis tu da stwonghuld!" Grishnak said.

So they all traveled to the stronghold, where Zhaa'nak and Vaenorc fought. After a few minutes of blood shed, Zhaa'nak fell to the ground and Vaen looked up at Grish'nak

"YOUR TURN!" Vaenorc screamed.

Growls were heared from throughout the crowd, but Grishnak stepped forward.

"Ju DARE challenge MEH?!" Grishnak said angrily

Vaenorc nodded. Grishnak turned and told one of the grunts to get Vaen's soul within the urn in the nob room. The grunt went up.

The orcs rose from the side lines and stood behind their chief loyally. Vaen growled, looking at all of them.

The grunt returned with the urn, and Grishnak held it up.

"Ju tink ju am mojoer den me?!" Grishnak said

Vaenord nodded again.

Grishnak then shattered the urn, and the bracelet that bound the Blood God's control to Vaen detached and fell to the ground. Vaen backed up and the Orcs walked closer slowly. Vaen opened his eyes wide as he knew he was in trouble.

"GIT HEM!" screamed one of the Orcs.

Vaen shoved his way passed a few of the Orcs and quickly got on his mount, and rode away, the screams of bloodlust orcs behind him.
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[Tir'Og]

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"Ju sii, da pwublem wid da VeanOrc wuz dis..." Tir'Og paused in the middle of his thought for empahsis and then slowly tapped his helm. "Da pwublem wuz dat hem TUNK lik humie." Tir' grinned at this obvious stament but the other Orcs in the Runt Shak looked vaugely uneasy. Of course he thought like a human, he WAS one, right? Looking like schoolchildren called up to give a book report on somehting they haden't read they shifted uncomfortably under the larger Orcs gaze.
The large Orcish Captian was not exactly known for his patience while explaining things.

One of them, looming even larger the the kilted Tir'Og, one Orc apeared unconcerend with the way his freind was lecturing the runts. A former runt basher himself, Ka'Roog knew the reason for Tir'of stern glares and quick discipline. As it was, he was doign what he did best, sitting out of the way with his eyes keenly scaning the area for trouble, and makign his weaposn ready for the trouble that would enevitably show.
A quiet and hulking figure, the Orcish Pirate rarely spoke, but when he did it ws usally with a purpose and well thought out. A boulder with an agile moind, that was Ka'Roog. This boulder also had a soft spot for new Orcs and did his best to help them when ebver he could. Ka' knew from experiance his friend wsa getting impatient with the stupid runts...

He muttered in a his own deep rumbling tones the obvious question that nobody else had thought of, and saved the nearest runt to Tir'Og from a swift slap upside the head.

"Su den Bozz, huw weh fix dat fer da next wun weh kapture?" He didn't even bother looking up from the ax he was sharpening. It could already raise a layer of dry skin by brushing against it, when it drew blood by a touch he might be satisfied.

Relaxing his tense right arm, and grinning at the lucky runt (he knew why Ka'Roog had injected his say) Tir'Og continued. "Da twick am tu git ah humie whu nub KNUWS hem am humie..." Ka'Roog chuckled low in his througt. Now the Orcish Captain was just being mean and his buddy knew it. Tir'Ogs sense of humor was as black as it was funny... He'd let the runts stew in terror at not understanding it.

"Nuw den Ka', ef ju dune hunin' day chopper, mi tink weh gut ah certin femmy tu chek ub un en Poets."
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For the last time Tir'Og! "Dat toopid humie dezerbed id" is NOT grounds for justafiable homacide.
-Judge, Yew Court