*Written in black ink, this orcish lettering is in an excellent hand and is easily readable by those who understand the orc tongue*
Fellow orcs, we have forgotten our great past. We used to be the hoarde that ravaged entire countries, the scourge that united many nations to oppose us. Now we are scattered, a pathetic remnant of what we once were. There are few pure-blood orcs left, and even those of some human blood are spat upon and spurned by the rest of this city. I say it is time for this to change. Ilneval, Lieutenant of Gruumsh the mighty may his name ever strike fear into the hearts of men, has tasked me with rejoining his once-mighty tribe into a force mirroring that of the past. We will forge such a tribe that will shake the very foundations of this vast Underdark!
If you are interested in this great dream, this prophecy of a grand army, then leave me a message here. If you cannot write, find someone to do it for you. If they will not do it, persuade them with the might of your ancestors!
*here is inscribed a fair drawing of a long and bloody sword, the symbol of Ilneval*
Warmaster Irndolen