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Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - the Orcish Company

With the sound of metal grinding against metal, Bel-Gond shifted his body a little in order to better look at the map of the terrain they had to work with while somewhat ignoring the bunny girl nearby; She was a problem for those above him until they said otherwise after all.

Sparla was right that if they ended up in a siege situation that they were going to be in a lot of trouble, but not for the reasons she believed. The walls weren't exactly in the best of condition to begin with and there simply wasn't much in the way of food laying around to really keep them going for a prolonged siege. However, that didn't mean that they couldn't use the keep to their benefit...

Reaching over in order to let his finger trail along the map, he made his suggestion. "We're going up against bunnies, right? We all know that bunnies think lowly of us so lets take advantage of that... If we leave a token force here to hold the keep, the bunnies will think that we took massive losses taking the place and that we're currently weak and launch an assault on the castle. Meanwhile the bulk of our forces will be laying in wait in this forest... Once the bunnies have committed themselves to attacking the castle, we sprung the trap and hit them from behind." It was a Hammer and Anvil plan at its core, but he needed to see if anyone else had a better plan.

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

So... Anyone want to team up with Private Khaz on patrol for a collab?

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@AmongHeroes

Sindri is still here.

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

So let's see....

We have Khaz, the fighter/battering ram.
Baltan the 'face' of our branch of the guard.
Meg the scout/evidence collector.
Boomy the Doctor/Chemist/'It was on fire before I got here' guy.
And Kepli the drug dealer/informant.

Sound about right?

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

Khaz the Guard-Goat

Name:
Khaz the Guard-Goat

Race:
Beastman (AKA. Mutant Human)

Appearance:
Standing over seven feet tall on cloven hooves, Khaz tends to draw the eye and a fair few muttered prayers of protection under the breaths of more... devoted religious people. A humanoid goat in appearance, Khaz is quite clearly physically imposing with the well honed muscles and scars of someone who has spent their whole life fighting battle after battle. His horns are sharp and well taken care of, through never polished enough to shine. His fur is messy and often unkempt, the only attention that it is ever given is the occasional bath to prevent himself from smelling too horrible and the occasional trim to prevent it from getting in the way.

Age:
16

Former Profession:
Hired Muscle

Skill:
Living Bulwark: When one is born cursed and reviled by many of those around you, you must either become incredibly hard to kill or die. Khaz is the former, his body easily strong enough to withstand quite a fair bit of punishment.

Strong Fighter: There is a stereotype of the 'monsterous' beastmen that all of them are physically powerful and good at fighting. This is a misunderstanding; There are weak, more scholarly beastmen... They just tend not to survive till adulthood.

Stealthy: One would think that a large humanoid goat would be difficult to miss; There are quite a few bodies in the slums that never lived to learn otherwise.

Personality:
Violent and angry at the world that hates him, Khaz is not the first person that comes to mind when they picture a member of the city guard; despite this he honestly desired to join up and to the vexing of many he has never actually explained why. Born and raised in the slums, Khaz has seen more soul crushing, harrowing sights in the shadows that anyone really has any right to bare witness to and yet he remains unbroken by it. Khaz processes both a brutal cunning and a cunning brutality combined a willingness to use both in order to get the job done and come home alive.

History:
Despite what the Mage Guild says, Magic has unintended consequences on the world. No one knows exactly how it happens or why due to the Mage Guild refusing to even acknowledge the problem and any independent researcher looking into it tends to disappear without a trace along with their notes, but there is a degree of raw, magical fallout in the world caused by the practiced usage of magic. While this fallout of magic has numerous effects on the world, its most visible is seen in the birth of the 'beastmen', children born to human parents mutated as some kind of humanoid animal. Condemned as cursed by the gods, many of these children are abandoned in dangerous places to die and in the natural course of things, most do.

Some don't.

Khaz was born in the city of Kings Knell, his goat like mutations complicating the birth and resulting in the death of his biological mother, with his biological father abandoned him in the middle of the night in the slums soon afterwards. However Khaz was found by a passing member of the Blood Maul gang, who recognized in the young infant a great deal of potential. Raised by his adoptive father Dakka, Khaz received the best education that the slums had to offer... the art of shit kicking.

When he was old enough to walk and understand, Khaz was taught by Dakka how to fight, how to take a beating and how to avoid being seen on an almost daily basis due to the man's drinking habit making him... ill tempered. The almost daily circle of abuse continued until Khaz was ten years old, when he interrupted a drunken beating by soaking his face right in the face and knocking him the hell out. Unwilling to stay in the same building as his old man anymore, Khaz left home.

Work wasn't hard to come by, since even at his young age he was rather big, strong and scary looking; Marking him as perfect hired muscle to those that would hire him for whatever ends they required. While he embraced his talents of brute force and honed his cunning, Khaz quickly found the mercenary life he was living rather... unsatisfying. He felt the strong desire to belong to a herd and while he could have joined one of the countless gangs that would have killed to have someone as strong as he was, none of them felt like they would be home...

He was an outcast in the world...

... And like all outcasts do sooner or later, he found the City Guard.

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

Khaz the Guard-Goat

Name:
Khaz the Guard-Goat

Race:
Beastman (AKA. Mutant Human)

Appearance:
Standing over seven feet tall on cloven hooves, Khaz tends to draw the eye and a fair few muttered prayers of protection under the breaths of more... devoted religious people. A humanoid goat in appearance, Khaz is quite clearly physically imposing with the well honed muscles and scars of someone who has spent their whole life fighting battle after battle. His horns are sharp and well taken care of, through never polished enough to shine. His fur is messy and often unkempt, the only attention that it is ever given is the occasional bath to prevent himself from smelling too horrible and the occasional trim to prevent it from getting in the way.

Age:
16

Former Profession:
Hired Muscle

Skill:
Living Bulwark: When one is born cursed and reviled by many of those around you, you must either become incredibly hard to kill or die. Khaz is the former, his body easily strong enough to withstand quite a fair bit of punishment.

Strong Fighter: There is a stereotype of the 'monsterous' beastmen that all of them are physically powerful and good at fighting. This is a misunderstanding; There are weak, more scholarly beastmen... They just tend not to survive till adulthood.

Stealthy: One would think that a large humanoid goat would be difficult to miss; There are quite a few bodies in the slums that never lived to learn otherwise.

Personality:
Violent and angry at the world that hates him, Khaz is not the first person that comes to mind when they picture a member of the city guard; despite this he honestly desired to join up and to the vexing of many he has never actually explained why. Born and raised in the slums, Khaz has seen more soul crushing, harrowing sights in the shadows that anyone really has any right to bare witness to and yet he remains unbroken by it. Khaz processes both a brutal cunning and a cunning brutality combined a willingness to use both in order to get the job done and come home alive.

History:
Despite what the Mage Guild says, Magic has unintended consequences on the world. No one knows exactly how it happens or why due to the Mage Guild refusing to even acknowledge the problem and any independent researcher looking into it tends to disappear without a trace along with their notes, but there is a degree of raw, magical fallout in the world caused by the practiced usage of magic. While this fallout of magic has numerous effects on the world, its most visible is seen in the birth of the 'beastmen', children born to human parents mutated as some kind of humanoid animal. Condemned as cursed by the gods, many of these children are abandoned in dangerous places to die and in the natural course of things, most do.

Some don't.

Khaz was born in the city of Kings Knell, his goat like mutations complicating the birth and resulting in the death of his biological mother, with his biological father abandoned him in the middle of the night in the slums soon afterwards. However Khaz was found by a passing member of the Blood Maul gang, who recognized in the young infant a great deal of potential. Raised by his adoptive father Dakka, Khaz received the best education that the slums had to offer... the art of shit kicking.

When he was old enough to walk and understand, Khaz was taught by Dakka how to fight, how to take a beating and how to avoid being seen on an almost daily basis due to the man's drinking habit making him... ill tempered. The almost daily circle of abuse continued until Khaz was ten years old, when he interrupted a drunken beating by soaking his face right in the face and knocking him the hell out. Unwilling to stay in the same building as his old man anymore, Khaz left home.

Work wasn't hard to come by, since even at his young age he was rather big, strong and scary looking; Marking him as perfect hired muscle to those that would hire him for whatever ends they required. While he embraced his talents of brute force and honed his cunning, Khaz quickly found the mercenary life he was living rather... unsatisfying. He felt the strong desire to belong to a herd and while he could have joined one of the countless gangs that would have killed to have someone as strong as he was, none of them felt like they would be home...

He was an outcast in the world...

... And like all outcasts do sooner or later, he found the City Guard.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

As impressive as Camelot might have been, Sindri couldn't help but fell ill at ease whenever he went there.

Camelot felt like a dream to him; A cruel trick of the Fae that gave gave you a taste of a world better then your own but would fade away with the early morning mist as the sun rose at dawn. Despite the grand nature of Camelot's keep and its stone walls, Sindri couldn't help but notice just how fragile the just rule of the King actually was... It would only take a blow or two in the wrong place at the wrong time to bring it all down.

The fact that the King had left his kingdom alongside almost all of most loyal knights in the search of a holy relic that might not even exist for an extended period of time was one of the many things that had worried Sindri deeply since his arrival at the capital several days ago; No doubt the fact that so many knights were being called in by the Lord-Regent was due to someone finally trying to take advantage of the King's absence, be it an external foe like the Saxons or an internal one... Loyalty only lasts so long when the King is away and the throne is empty after all...

Dressed somewhat formally for the occasion, Sindri bore the green serpent of the relatively newly ascended House Myr with pride on his black tunic while he watched the crowd of knights in order whom he recognized and if possible from where... for the moment however, he decided against starting a conversation; Those he spied whom he recognized were already caught up in conversations with others and he felt it would be rude to butt in to what honestly appeared to be joyous reunions. He had a feeling that such moments would be common in the coming days.

Hogwarts, 1480

Ah, specific players, though.

@Gisk

I was not aware of this...

I wish you well then.

Hogwarts, 1480

@Gisk

...It says under the subjects that the positions would be filled by players. My bad.

𝕯𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖌𝖘

Name: Steve the Bullman

Purple

Race: Bullman

Class: Berserker

Bio: STEVE THE BULLMAN is SUPER-INTELLIGENT... through he was BORN DEAF and was NEVER taught to READ. THIS makes him so ANGRY that he just has to SMASH THINGS! He has NO IDEA why he is TRAVELING with THESE PEOPLE, WHERE they are GOING or even WHO they ARE, but he has NOTHING better to DO! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!