The Orcish Hordes

It is written; that in an age of seeming doom, a race will emerge from the bowels of the earth and unite the blood-bound kin to reclaim the world that was once theirs... These are from the Blood Scriptures, a magnitude of ancient scrolls found deep within the Orc Caves of old Ratman Valley south of Yew by recent explorers and seekers of adventure. They appear to be written in old dark speech.

::Trok'blud grasps the buckle on his dark leather armor and gives it a reassuring check before his descent. Assured of his gear, he looks down the mountainside, eyes glaring, and with a rumbling war-cry leaps over the cliff side. Below him lies the Yew Orc Fort, inhabited by the mighty Bloodclan. As he rapidly approaches his landing, the Orcs below him begin taking aim, for they have been alerted with the sound of his bellow before leaping off of the mountain.::

WOOOMSH!!!

::With a thundering clatter, Trok'blud lands in a pile of wood and rubble in the corner of the fort next to the mountainside, sending dust and debris into the air. There is a pause for a moment before the smoke begins to clear. The orcs of the fort all have their focus on the dust cloud as they inch closer and closer to it to see what emerges when suddenly they hear a voice behind them::

Trok'blud: Greebas... Bruddurz.

::The platoon of Orcs turn around, startled by his low reverberating voice only to find him with arms raised, looking down at a small pile of precious gems at his feet::

Trok'blud: Tribuut bruddurz.

::He kicks the gem stones lightly indicating that he comes in peace. The Orcs look around at each other for a moment with weapons still held tight, unsure of how to react, for before them stands another race of Orc not seen before, pale of skin pigment - in their territory, but with tribute::

Trok'blud: Meez has uh messaj fur latz goth. Duh tyme has kum.

::Trok'blud reaches in his satchel as his glassed black eyes raise from the ground and skew the area, as if he were blind. He pulls from his satchel an old tattered scroll and holds it in front of him as his head sways back and forth, tilting to and fro to scan the air for sound-waves.::

Trok'blud: Dis skribbled by duh ainchent Orkz. Dems kulture iz lawst, but dems proffiseez survyved - wiff duh Durkblud Orkz deeb beluw duh grownd.

::Trok'blud slowly bends to one knee and sets the scroll down with the gems, and with a swift and furious fist, he strikes the ground creating a smoke screen through which he seemingly vanishes. The Orcs begin to scramble searching for him when they hear that familiar voice from the mountainside, high above them::

Trok'blud: Duh Oomiez hav awokened us. Duh tyme has kum, bruddurz! HOOWAH!!!

::The Orcs peer at the jagged rock face but see nothing. They only hear the fading echo of his booming voice. The Orcs focus shifts from the strange and elusive Orc to the gem stones on the ground as they scramble and fight each other for them. The scroll is pushed aside in the scuffle and rolls to a Grunts feet who has just emerged from his lodge after hearing the commotion. He reaches down and picks up the scroll and begins to read....::

The texts are written in old black speech and translate as such:

When the lands have one, the clans shall come -
Our blood is what unites us -
Together we stand, divided we fall -
Our blood is what unites us -
To heed the call, for glory and all -
Our blood is what unites us -
The Orcish Hordes, we need not words -
Our blood is what unites us -
Go forth and slay, and take this day -
Our blood is what unites us -
-B.S. IIII Ash-Gahk

::Behind the tattered scroll is another piece of parchment, seemingly new, with a message written on it in the common Orc tongue::

Greebas - We is duh gardyenz uv duh playce uv owe'r ainchent anssestorz; duh Ork Kavez. Weez hav bin awokened by duh Oomiez, agh nuw duh tyme haz kum tu fufill duh proffiseez. Duh landz hav ash leedur, Lard Brittush. Nuw duh klanz muzt kum tugedder agh furm allianze agenst duh Oomiez. Weez muzt tayk bak owe'r landz. Duh Durkblud Orkz has bin sleebin fur meny muuns. Weez kum tu surfass agh peek duh Ork kin bruddurz es flattened frum fammin, dizeeze, agh biin hunt'd by Oomiez... Weez muzt unite agh tayk bak duh landz fur owe'r kinz. Fynd uz in duh uld Ratoomie Vallee, Eest uv latz furts. Weez kum owt uv duh kaves agh prepayr fur baddle. HOOWAH!

-Trok'blud <Durkblud Orkz>

((OOC: We've formed an alliance with the Boulderfist Orcs who have recently joined us on UO:Forever. We would like to invite your clan to join us in a racial alliance amidst a racial war with the Humans. The alliance has two goals, of which both are intentionally impossible: 1, Kill all humans permanently. 2, Conquer the world (place all plots in the world with orc huts). This is done so that it gives us a truly never-ending goal to work towards - there are always areas to populate/take over with forts and always Oomies to kill. Meanwhile, your clan is still able to carry out other, more specific goals of their own, creating the cultural dynamic between each clan in the alliance... I've played UO many many years (as an Orc largely) and am making an effort to try something different and take the Orcs in general to the next level - all clans and the whole RP community - to keep UO fresh for everyone. I ask you, fellow Orcs, in the realm of UO, how much more have we yet to do? Let us unite and create a community of green bastards from all walks of life to aid each other in our common goals! To do so, we need the guildmaster of the Bloodclan on UO:Forever to please step forward with any willing members possible. I can help campaign a recruitment rally and help rebuild ranks, houses, supplies, etc. Come brothers, let us unite!! - HOOWAH!!))

Reach me at darkbloodorcs@live.com

P.S. For validation to consider the alliance, here is our old site for archived purposes: http://darkbloodorcs.webs.com/ (we are building a new site for our clan as we speak at www.darkbloodorcs.com)