Nation Announcement Reeploi to da Panziez

[Krisa]

[!]
A reply to the Luminion letter would be sent to the city of Luminion by a small gobblin.

"We'z got a kwestchnn o' ower ohn! 'Y wu'z we'z leev' we'z gud 'n noice m'untin'? Ta zpeek wid zom' panziez in da wudz? Don' mak' uz laff! We'z orrukz 'n gobboz won' leev' ower m'untin' fo' zom' talkin' 'n shoit! 'N ya'z zayin' ya'z wil marc' down fo' a zkrappin' if we'z don' talk? W'uz ya fink iz ower zek'nd fahyvur't fink ta du aftah drinkin'? I'z foi'tin'! We'z ain' leev'n ower m'untin' fo' zom' zoggin' talkin'! If ya'z wunz ta talk den' kom' ta Zadh!

Spoiler: OOC | Translation

skill issue

Signed:
Krisa Amadeus - Bozz o' Zadh-Nadrozz
Sugm'a da Mark'd - Arch Shaman
Grundolf Da Grei - Big'un o' Zadh
Grondolg da Big Tinkah - Big'un o' Zadh
Bah-jah - Da tav'ahn keepah​

 

[HexIsGone]

The most serious reply from the orruk leader:

 

[HerrVonKruiswijk]

Well I be damned, a people not bending over for Luminion? It must be Christmas

 

[Nyomi_Wood]

Ah, yes.

"We'z got a kwestchnn o' ower ohn! 'Y wu'z we'z leev' we'z gud 'n noice m'untin'? Ta zpeek wid zom' panziez in da wudz? Don' mak' uz laff! We'z orrukz 'n gobboz won' leev' ower m'untin' fo' zom' talkin' 'n shoit! 'N ya'z zayin' ya'z wil marc' down fo' a zkrappin' if we'z don' talk? W'uz ya fink iz ower zek'nd fahyvur't fink ta du aftah drinkin'? I'z foi'tin'! We'z ain' leev'n ower m'untin' fo' zom' zoggin' talkin'! If ya'z wunz ta talk den' kom' ta Zadh!

Translation: We have a question of our own! Why would we leave our good and nice mountain? To speak with some pansies in the woods? Don't make us laugh! We orcs and goblins won't leave our mountain for some talking and shit! And you're saying you will march down for a fight if we don't talk? What do you think our second favorite thing is after drinking? It's fighting! We aren't leaving our mountain for some talking! If you want to talk then come to Zadh.

 

[Krisa]

Ah, yes.

Translation: We have a question of our own! Why would we leave our good and nice mountain? To speak with some pansies in the woods? Don't make us laugh! We orcs and goblins won't leave our mountain for some talking and shit! And you're saying you will march down for a fight if we don't talk? What do you think our second favorite thing is after drinking? It's fighting! We aren't leaving our mountain for some talking! If you want to talk then come to Zadh.

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THERES AN ACTUAL TRANSLATION NOW
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[cammycakess]

Ah, yes.

Translation: We have a question of our own! Why would we leave our good and nice mountain? To speak with some pansies in the woods? Don't make us laugh! We orcs and goblins won't leave our mountain for some talking and shit! And you're saying you will march down for a fight if we don't talk? What do you think our second favorite thing is after drinking? It's fighting! We aren't leaving our mountain for some talking! If you want to talk then come to Zadh.

thank you nyomi

 

[SenorRed]

Ah, yes.

Translation: We have a question of our own! Why would we leave our good and nice mountain? To speak with some pansies in the woods? Don't make us laugh! We orcs and goblins won't leave our mountain for some talking and shit! And you're saying you will march down for a fight if we don't talk? What do you think our second favorite thing is after drinking? It's fighting! We aren't leaving our mountain for some talking! If you want to talk then come to Zadh.

thank you lmao

 

[HellArrow17]

I missed all this shit but damn

 

[Gothicus]

A lone visor surveyed the Uruk he had skewered, his mace still up in his hand. He turned toward where it was that the Uruks had fled off to, behind wooden doors for a second time. His company had been outnumbered, and yet he had found their defenses lacking in souls to hold their ground. Around him, his brothers looted the vulnerable barrels and chests the Enemy had not deemed worthy of protecting. Food stores, raw materials, and tools that could be smelted down later, all of them stolen from their stores. He thought about the taunts, the jeers, and the badgering. His men came ready for war, and they were met with domestic looting.



A warrior's path does not end because he is afraid, the helmet had thought. He kicked the remains of it near the Wyrm they had shackled down there. The beast had frightened him, the creature’s very image had disturbed him- and yet, he felt pity.

Such a deific figure, bound by irons, the voice in the steel dome thought again. Those are similar to mine, yet only one of us is entombed.


The beast was fed the remains of the two left behind by their chieftain, and the warband turned away to leave. The final clamor of armored men echoed off the halls of the quiet and still stronghold. Their second incursion now brought more value to the knowledge of their opponents than initially expected. The mercenary reflected on the parchment he had read each time before he mustered and led an attack, and how often it had proven to be just a waste of papyrus.


Nine to seven, and still the enemy withdrew.