"Youz ready? dis is it." Said Vorgazar
"If youz got any shamanz spellz now is da time to puts dems on."
The ogrillion went about her incantations and poured some potions down her gullet before summoning a gibberling to aid her.
Vorgazar nodded impressed at the summon and booted the door wide open.
His little princess dived into the old tavern with her massive warmallet in hand, the gibberling followed.
"Der it is!" cried Vorgazar as he pointed to a massive reptillian creature, it's body long and lumpy with possibly 8 or 10 legs. Who were they to count.
The female Ogrillion swung the hammer down and firmly planted the basilisks chin into the old cobbled floor. All around statues of people who had once worked and socialised in this old tavern collapsed, falling over and breaking into pieces.
The gibberling dived in and beat down rapidly on the creatures hide but was soon turned to stone with a deadly glare from the beast.
It stared to vorgazar too who stares back before blowing a little dust from his mouth as old food between his teeth turned to dust. His physical hardiness stopping the petrification magic from affecting him.
His neice thumped down again and again on the creature, she two straining not to be turned to stone. Every glare resisted with a shrug and a flex of her massive muscles. As the creature got in a few good bites the fight looked pretty even for a moment but with one final hammering the basilisks upper torso completely exploded leaving a twitching lower body and a pile of mashed gore.
For the next 5-10 minutes the girl hysterically leaped around hammering the walls and floor with exhilaration from the kill. Worriedly her half orc uncle looked around as the foundations trembled and shook, occasional bricks falling from above.
"Youz done Mozgul a fookin proud." Said the girls uncle with a firm nod.
Secretly he was utterly shocked she had handled the beast but now increadibly impressed.
"If youz want I will have youz as da wardrummer for mine war guardz."
The ogrillion stiffened her jaw and nodded.
"I will be your Drumma!"
A Test Of Character - Orc Rp Thread
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*Darkrob
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Shard sat at his desk in the small house, if one could call it that, within UnderSigil. He had rented it with the intent of arraigning more permanent lodgings within the village. UnderSigil was perfect for the reclusive Gray Orc. It was dark and secluded, devoid of “official” guards and most importantly, people tended to their own affairs and left others alone.
He had captured a goblin in the tunnels above the village and chained it by the ankle to the floor of the main room of the house. It had been beaten and slightly tortured, as was evident by fresh scars on its body, and forced into servitude under Shards watchful eye. From its anchor it could reach most of the living area but not more private areas of the abode. It was to clean and maintain the house. It would learn that acceptance of fate would bring easing of pain and often reward, where defiance would bring more beatings or worse.
Shard poured over maps of Sigil. He read books on the factions, their leaders, their alliances and their foes. He studied newspapers, pamphlets, propaganda and anything else he could get his hands on. He had been invited to join a tribe of misfit Orcs and their Half-breed leader. While it was a proposition he considered, he certainly didnÂ’t want to end up in some dead end tribe who would never gain any real strength.
He would learn as much about this city as possible and use this information to his, and his potential tribesÂ’, benefit. He would show the people of Sigil, the ones who dismiss Orcs as more of a nuisance than anything else, that some of them were worthy of respect.
They would learn to not only respect the Tribe but also to fear it should they attempt to thwart it. They were Orcs after allÂ… not simply mangy goblins to be chained and beatenÂ…
He had captured a goblin in the tunnels above the village and chained it by the ankle to the floor of the main room of the house. It had been beaten and slightly tortured, as was evident by fresh scars on its body, and forced into servitude under Shards watchful eye. From its anchor it could reach most of the living area but not more private areas of the abode. It was to clean and maintain the house. It would learn that acceptance of fate would bring easing of pain and often reward, where defiance would bring more beatings or worse.
Shard poured over maps of Sigil. He read books on the factions, their leaders, their alliances and their foes. He studied newspapers, pamphlets, propaganda and anything else he could get his hands on. He had been invited to join a tribe of misfit Orcs and their Half-breed leader. While it was a proposition he considered, he certainly didnÂ’t want to end up in some dead end tribe who would never gain any real strength.
He would learn as much about this city as possible and use this information to his, and his potential tribesÂ’, benefit. He would show the people of Sigil, the ones who dismiss Orcs as more of a nuisance than anything else, that some of them were worthy of respect.
They would learn to not only respect the Tribe but also to fear it should they attempt to thwart it. They were Orcs after allÂ… not simply mangy goblins to be chained and beatenÂ…
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*Chevette
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Vorgazelle snarled at the Orc warrior who stood before her, his jaw jutting forward (though orc jaws tend to jut most of the time anyway, his was even more pronouoncedly so than usual).
"WHUT IS YOUZ SAY!?" She bellowed.
"Youz is elf," the orc sneered.
"Youz is shut mowf now or is lose some teef..." Vorgazelle snarled.
"Look at demz pointy ears. Youz is...."
The orc didn't have time to finish before the tall orc-elf's fist slammed into his face with a sickening crunch. One tusk broke off and flew somewhere, never to be seen again. Vorgazelle's knuckles dripped blood - hers and his.
"Is ORC an if youz want to stay walkin youz shut up now. Is break youz legs," she growled.
The Orc stared at her, then grinned, hauled off and punched her in the jaw.
CRACK!
"Gah! Fook youz get BOSHNAGZ IN FACE NOW!" With that Vorgazelle launched herself at the orc, pummelling his face until it was a bloody mess, her own visage mangled by the warrior's fists in turn.
They both lay panting on the ground, blood everywhere, bits of skin and hair all around.
"Dat wuz a good one," the she-orc-elf laughed, spitting a chunk of flesh (she wasn't sure whose it was).
"Yuss. Youz is orc," the orc warrior finally admitted.
"Gahaha! Yuss," she looked over at him, squinting her eye.
"Boshnagz!"
"Oooh yuss!"
The rest is too unspeakable to tell.
"WHUT IS YOUZ SAY!?" She bellowed.
"Youz is elf," the orc sneered.
"Youz is shut mowf now or is lose some teef..." Vorgazelle snarled.
"Look at demz pointy ears. Youz is...."
The orc didn't have time to finish before the tall orc-elf's fist slammed into his face with a sickening crunch. One tusk broke off and flew somewhere, never to be seen again. Vorgazelle's knuckles dripped blood - hers and his.
"Is ORC an if youz want to stay walkin youz shut up now. Is break youz legs," she growled.
The Orc stared at her, then grinned, hauled off and punched her in the jaw.
CRACK!
"Gah! Fook youz get BOSHNAGZ IN FACE NOW!" With that Vorgazelle launched herself at the orc, pummelling his face until it was a bloody mess, her own visage mangled by the warrior's fists in turn.
They both lay panting on the ground, blood everywhere, bits of skin and hair all around.
"Dat wuz a good one," the she-orc-elf laughed, spitting a chunk of flesh (she wasn't sure whose it was).
"Yuss. Youz is orc," the orc warrior finally admitted.
"Gahaha! Yuss," she looked over at him, squinting her eye.
"Boshnagz!"
"Oooh yuss!"
The rest is too unspeakable to tell.
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*kitteninablender
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Raised by a village of Elves and Humans, Hrothgar is far from the stereotypical orc. Proper, prim, and just a bit arrogant, Hrothgar learned the ways of magic from the Elves that raised him, as well as their language. But Hrothgar would always be an Orc to them. Therefore Hrothgar ventured out to new horizons, before finding his way through a portal to Sigil.
Hrothgar had emerged in Sigil, and established himself as a Shaman among Vorgazar's tribe. Though Barbaric and nigh bestial, Hrothgar quickly gained a newfound respect for Vorgazar's strength and prowess. While far from the Vanguard of the King's English in terms of intellect, Vorgazar was a force to be reckoned with. One that demanded respect.
Hrothgar would be proud to be among his new "brothers in arms." He seeked to reclaim his heritage, to find answers, to quell the raging fire that was in his blood and his heart. Though a proper gentleman, he is still at heart an Orc. Wild, and free, full of frenzy and animalistic power. This is where he belonged, he knew now in his heart.
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*Loki_999
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None too happy with the stunt of the wanted posters Hrothgar sought out the Half-Drow Karol to confront him.
He found Karol getting rather drunk at Khazeets, and in the perfect mood to accept a challenge.
The Half-Drow hardly required any provoking and sparked the challenge with some rather choice insults that set the Orc's blood raging.
Hrothgar demanded satisfaction in the Arena and they proceeded there followed by a group of curious and amused onlookers.
The battle itself was swift. The Half-Drow was clearly overmatched. Despite getting a couple of spells off against the Orc the Orc closed swiftly to combat distance and used his wicked ax to sever Karol's head from his neck.
He turned to the crowd and roared. Showing once again that the Orcs are not to be underestimated.
He then knelt to the corpse and liberated it of the most choice items from Karol's possession.
Walking away from the arena he thought to himself "I think Vorgazar will be most pleased to hear about this turn of events".
He found Karol getting rather drunk at Khazeets, and in the perfect mood to accept a challenge.
The Half-Drow hardly required any provoking and sparked the challenge with some rather choice insults that set the Orc's blood raging.
Hrothgar demanded satisfaction in the Arena and they proceeded there followed by a group of curious and amused onlookers.
The battle itself was swift. The Half-Drow was clearly overmatched. Despite getting a couple of spells off against the Orc the Orc closed swiftly to combat distance and used his wicked ax to sever Karol's head from his neck.
He turned to the crowd and roared. Showing once again that the Orcs are not to be underestimated.
He then knelt to the corpse and liberated it of the most choice items from Karol's possession.
Walking away from the arena he thought to himself "I think Vorgazar will be most pleased to hear about this turn of events".
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*Azulfae
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Vorgazar calls out to his tribesmen in Sigil for "A great festivz of drinkin n' fightin n' fookin and more fightin and drinkin and fookin and fookz!
Mine old friend Sven is back and youz all need to meet himz."
[OOC: Good excuse to maybe get all the orc players on with their orcs this weekend sometime. Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights are all good for me just for a good orc get together and jovial RP in the grotty streets and bars of undersigil. If you don't have an orc this could be the sort of RP event to make you roll one up.
I say lets just get us all together, all the orc blooded and see what unpredictable things predictably happen.
If your an orc blood and your unable to make one day or another or prefer a specific day send me a PM or post here and we can try and set a date most suitable to all.]
Mine old friend Sven is back and youz all need to meet himz."
[OOC: Good excuse to maybe get all the orc players on with their orcs this weekend sometime. Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights are all good for me just for a good orc get together and jovial RP in the grotty streets and bars of undersigil. If you don't have an orc this could be the sort of RP event to make you roll one up.
I say lets just get us all together, all the orc blooded and see what unpredictable things predictably happen.
If your an orc blood and your unable to make one day or another or prefer a specific day send me a PM or post here and we can try and set a date most suitable to all.]
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*kitteninablender
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Hrothgar will answer the call for Drunkenness! Just PM me when I'm online. :P