'Hmmm' the Darok said, thinking 'Garkh gag darog' Drik says, which the goblin translates as '10 darog of iron'
(OOC One darog is 5 kgs, also did you get my PM? about the map)
(OOC One darog is 5 kgs, also did you get my PM? about the map)
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The Darok growled 'Druan unhganoan, eros kadgark, kaddruakhes unhtakogh, rikarut kadkanka? rikarut unhough, daro yellow river unhuno, yellow river dru'uno' his anger subsided as he began to think rationally again. The Darok saw that he had jumped into the situation to fast and that Ling was not a push-over as many other people of authority that Drikdarok had spoken to had been. The goblin translated 'I don't bow to demons, but you are strong, I will speak to you like you are a troll, will you destroy the dam? The dam angers me because I drink from the yellow river and my people drink from the yellow river'.
After the goblin translated, the Daroks face twisted in anger. 'Undodruan? Undodruan! Yellow river unhuno, rikarut yellow river kadzabegh, daro undodruan? Aran, rikarut kadzabeghan, daro rikarut kadzabe?' the Darok pulled his ax out of the ground and walked forward until he was standing over Ling, he then lent forward until his face was in front of Lings 'Drika...unh...shigh' he then spat at Lings feet and walked away. All this time the goblin was translating as the Darok spoke. 'water demons? water demons! I drink from the yellow river, and you want to dam it, for water demons?' the goblin said, a second after the Darok had said the words in Orkish 'No, you will not build a dam, because if you do build a dam' the goblin paused as the Darok walked over and lent over Ling 'I will kill you'. The goblin seemed a bit stunned at this, that the Darok had made two death threats already, and also at the fact that Ling had dared to oppose him. 'luckily for Ling' the goblin though 'Drikdarok seems in a good mood today'. The goblin however, did not want to antagonize Ling either so he hastily said to the Darok 'Ling kadshigh, kadtakuan, druan kadgurogh! (stop threating Ling with death, the demons might fight you!)'. The Daroks face turned towards him 'Kadtakuan, druziak (shut up, goblin (goblin literally means weak ork)'. He then turned back to Ling 'Rikarut kadkunka u drika unhshi, haka onu' which the goblin meekly translated as 'so you destroy the dam or I kill you, which one'.
That map site looks good but I think Kenny's already finished, or almost finished it.
'Druah! Rikarut zabekhdek! Rikarut kunka!' the Darok yelled getting straight to the point. 'Rikarut kunka'an? Drika anhshigh!' at this the orks cheered and the Darok pulled out his waraxe and stabbed it into the ground. The goblin stepped up 'the Darok says 'demon, why did you build the dam? Destroy it!' he then said 'if you don't, I'll kill you' please the Darok is quick to anger, do not take his words to heart, it is his actions that are to be feared'. The Darok waited for Lings response, sneering at the short, weak appearing creature before him.
Well it's fine by me but could you please wait a bit before posting IC because the maps almost ready and we want to get that up first. What we're doing now is just getting our two nations to meet up. Your free to post in characters however.
Drikdarok turned to his translator, a goblin who possessed two talents, one for learning languages and the other was that he almost always knew what the Darok was about to ask of him. The Darok had not come alone of course, he had a group of 5 orks, the goblin translator and the human servant who had delivered the news to him 5 days earlier. He had traveled by long-strider of course, the 6 legged giant insects were one of the fastest methods of travel in Ocrad and their long legs allowed them to traverse almost any terrain with ease. He would never use one in a war however, their legs were thin and easily maimed, so thin that armor would do nothing to protect it. The Darok was wearing the steel armor that Ocrad was so well known for. Some say it could withstand any blade and others said it weighed as much as the mountains it was forged in. Both were more or less, true. It covered his chest, legs and head, with his helmet being a squarish shape with two prongs of metal sticking out of the top, like horns. Two curves of metal traced his eyes like glasses, but aside from that his face was left mostly unprotected. Drikdarok preferred to have his arms left free, but wore gloves to give him extra grip. With his gloved hand, the Darok slapped the goblin, who was deep in thought and not realizing that the Darok needed him to translate. 'Crown-Prince-Majestytakokh, palace kadsukh' the goblin said to the Darok. 'Orun, palace unhsabagh' the Daroks deep voice said to the goblin. To the guards the goblin said 'he says he will go, lead on'.
Drikdarok swung, hard, possibly a bit to hard as another training dummy split in half. 'Drusakhan garka zabe (make the dummies stronger)' he growled to a nearby ork servant, whom had been waiting for such and order and sprang into action immediately, lest the Daroks wrath be directed towards him. Drikdarok left the training area, barely tired as the number of dummies, 5, was the same number of swings he took before leaving their broken bodies behind him.
He saw several ork servants running around performing chores and tasks, as well as some humans and a few goblins. His metal boots clattered on the stone of the hallway, as he plodded down to his room. He came out of the hallway and into the great hole, or hall, both suited the room, it being 10 meters high and shaped in a crude rectangular prism shape. Stone working, although useful to the Orks and Trolls to bore out great fortresses in the mountains, was, like many other things just that, useful. No point cutting into straight edges unless you need more room and definitely no point decorating the walls and pillars with carvings.
He walked directly across the room, as his was across from the training room, merely for ease of access. Again he plodded down a hallway although this one was shorter than the last, until he reached his room. It was, like all the others, crudely excavated. Although, as a troll would, he preferred to live in a more circular room, more cave-like. Poles were jammed into the sides of the room, with torch scones mounted there, the torches lit. As soon as he entered his room he growled. The sickly sweet scent of human entered his nose and he didn't like it. He looked inside, to see one of the human servants, perhaps the bringer of bad news as the orks usually sent humans to break it to Drikdarok, instead of one of their own. The servant was standing in front of his desk and evidently had been a while, as the Darok saw him stand up straight from a slouching position as he entered. 'Bak? (what?)' he said in his deep gruff voice. 'Riakrut zabekh, Xi'an (Xi'an built a dam)' the servant said, shaking slightly in the Daroks hulking presence. 'Zabean unhtakokh! (I said not to!)' yelled the Darok and walked up to the servant. 'Xi'an takogh, Xi'an unhzerogh, unhtako (tell Xi'an, I will go to Xi'an, to talk)' Drikdarok said and stepped back, the servant scurrying away from him to deliver the news 'Ziak (weak)' he breathed to himself as the scrawny servant left. He then sat behind his desk, in which a map of the world lay and stabbed a red, needle shaped piece of metal into the spot where the yellow river was to tell himself it was a location of interest. He sat back in his chair, which was a bit of rock that jutted out to form a platform and sighed, thinking of the annoying journey ahead.
(OOC expect him to arrive to wherever Ling was in about 5 game days, assuming the journey is quite long)
He saw several ork servants running around performing chores and tasks, as well as some humans and a few goblins. His metal boots clattered on the stone of the hallway, as he plodded down to his room. He came out of the hallway and into the great hole, or hall, both suited the room, it being 10 meters high and shaped in a crude rectangular prism shape. Stone working, although useful to the Orks and Trolls to bore out great fortresses in the mountains, was, like many other things just that, useful. No point cutting into straight edges unless you need more room and definitely no point decorating the walls and pillars with carvings.
He walked directly across the room, as his was across from the training room, merely for ease of access. Again he plodded down a hallway although this one was shorter than the last, until he reached his room. It was, like all the others, crudely excavated. Although, as a troll would, he preferred to live in a more circular room, more cave-like. Poles were jammed into the sides of the room, with torch scones mounted there, the torches lit. As soon as he entered his room he growled. The sickly sweet scent of human entered his nose and he didn't like it. He looked inside, to see one of the human servants, perhaps the bringer of bad news as the orks usually sent humans to break it to Drikdarok, instead of one of their own. The servant was standing in front of his desk and evidently had been a while, as the Darok saw him stand up straight from a slouching position as he entered. 'Bak? (what?)' he said in his deep gruff voice. 'Riakrut zabekh, Xi'an (Xi'an built a dam)' the servant said, shaking slightly in the Daroks hulking presence. 'Zabean unhtakokh! (I said not to!)' yelled the Darok and walked up to the servant. 'Xi'an takogh, Xi'an unhzerogh, unhtako (tell Xi'an, I will go to Xi'an, to talk)' Drikdarok said and stepped back, the servant scurrying away from him to deliver the news 'Ziak (weak)' he breathed to himself as the scrawny servant left. He then sat behind his desk, in which a map of the world lay and stabbed a red, needle shaped piece of metal into the spot where the yellow river was to tell himself it was a location of interest. He sat back in his chair, which was a bit of rock that jutted out to form a platform and sighed, thinking of the annoying journey ahead.
(OOC expect him to arrive to wherever Ling was in about 5 game days, assuming the journey is quite long)
Character CS
Name: Drik-Darok (title and first name are addressed as one)
Title: Darok of the Blood-Spillers (a military division based in the East of the country)
Species: Troll (grey, which are not much bigger than orks)
Age: 39
Gender: Asexual (all trolls are)
Orientation: Asexual/Neutral
Appearance: 3.bp.blogspot.com/_femhrxbNtS0/S1BeDni.. except the feet aren't as big.
Personality: Being of the smarter breed of trolls (grey, but black are also reasonably intelligent) Drik-Darok is quick to anger and impulsive, but sometimes cunning and devious. He is a master tactician and, being a troll, he prefers to fight with his men which often leads to a moral boost among them. Those who appose him do not do so wisely.
Other: He uses a shield and war axe, using his massive strength and size to cleave through his enemies, his son serves under him as a ort of sergeant, and commands a group of soldiers within the Blood-Spillers.
Name: Drik-Darok (title and first name are addressed as one)
Title: Darok of the Blood-Spillers (a military division based in the East of the country)
Species: Troll (grey, which are not much bigger than orks)
Age: 39
Gender: Asexual (all trolls are)
Orientation: Asexual/Neutral
Appearance: 3.bp.blogspot.com/_femhrxbNtS0/S1BeDni.. except the feet aren't as big.
Personality: Being of the smarter breed of trolls (grey, but black are also reasonably intelligent) Drik-Darok is quick to anger and impulsive, but sometimes cunning and devious. He is a master tactician and, being a troll, he prefers to fight with his men which often leads to a moral boost among them. Those who appose him do not do so wisely.
Other: He uses a shield and war axe, using his massive strength and size to cleave through his enemies, his son serves under him as a ort of sergeant, and commands a group of soldiers within the Blood-Spillers.
Country CS
Formal Name: The Empire of Ocrad
Informal Names: The Hell Pit of Ocrad, The Corrupted Land of Ocrad, The Unbreakable Empire of Ocrad (first two used primarily by foreigners who have something against us, last one used primarily by locals)
Government System: Darok (A sort of Oligarchy with the high ranking generals and the like holding the power)
Species: Ork (or orc whatever you prefer), some trolls and a minority population of humans and goblins.
Population: 1,750,000 Orks, 500,000 Trolls, 500,000 Humans, 300,000 Goblins, 100,000 undefined (mixed, not listed)
Nation Advantages: Responds to war quickly and efficiently, has an extremely good military, can self sustain quite well.
Nation Disadvantages: Often takes offense at minor things, trade and relations with other nations aside from war are few due to its violent nature.
Culture: Think orcs in LOTR but more unified/not assholes to each other as much and more civilized.
Brief History: Orcad was unified 1000 years ago, with the country prior to that being comprised of several small territories which fought among each other for land and resources. Great leaders managed to join some of the larger territories together and unify the country through war, with the generals ruling the new land. From then on Ocrad started annexing several small countries nearby and took on some larger ones too with their military prowess giving them an advantage over the smaller peaceful nations. They got to their current size 200 years ago and have been a bit more settled since then, with only some small territory of the neighboring nations being annexed. Military rule is still in place however.
Formal Name: The Empire of Ocrad
Informal Names: The Hell Pit of Ocrad, The Corrupted Land of Ocrad, The Unbreakable Empire of Ocrad (first two used primarily by foreigners who have something against us, last one used primarily by locals)
Government System: Darok (A sort of Oligarchy with the high ranking generals and the like holding the power)
Species: Ork (or orc whatever you prefer), some trolls and a minority population of humans and goblins.
Population: 1,750,000 Orks, 500,000 Trolls, 500,000 Humans, 300,000 Goblins, 100,000 undefined (mixed, not listed)
Nation Advantages: Responds to war quickly and efficiently, has an extremely good military, can self sustain quite well.
Nation Disadvantages: Often takes offense at minor things, trade and relations with other nations aside from war are few due to its violent nature.
Culture: Think orcs in LOTR but more unified/not assholes to each other as much and more civilized.
Brief History: Orcad was unified 1000 years ago, with the country prior to that being comprised of several small territories which fought among each other for land and resources. Great leaders managed to join some of the larger territories together and unify the country through war, with the generals ruling the new land. From then on Ocrad started annexing several small countries nearby and took on some larger ones too with their military prowess giving them an advantage over the smaller peaceful nations. They got to their current size 200 years ago and have been a bit more settled since then, with only some small territory of the neighboring nations being annexed. Military rule is still in place however.
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