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Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Well, it turns out position of Black Smith is taken, though I was aiming for sword/weapon smith. I could see Nargesh helping Armauk in the forge now and then. Not sure about the others precisely, we probably have out own Chosen Barracks or something.

Does the Band have their own base of operation when not out campaigning Hey?

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Maybe, if not for the fact Goliathian ogres are a different species altogether.

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Had I known there was going to be so many damn Half ogres I might have done something else. >.>

Still, I had this idea from the last Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi and this trend was not around then. :K

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Sheets]

Name:: Nargesh "Tall Shadow" gra-Gonhamph, Shadow of Death
Age:: 28
Sex:: Female
Breed:: Half-ogre (part Orc and ogre)

Appearance: Perhaps unsurprising of someone of Nargesh unique background, she is a veritable giantess. Nargesh possesses a heavyset yet athletic and muscled frame, she stands freakishly tall at nearly 9 feet in height and well over 40 stones in weight (534 lbs./242 kg). Her features are crude, intimidating with large lower tusk some 6 inches long, her imposing visage befitting her great size, underlying a fierce personality- with slightly larger lower lips and an almost flat nose. She possessess dark green if almost ebony skin with the rare patches of white scattered across her body. One such patch of white covers her left eye and reaches as far back as her left ear. Lithoderms—coin-sized bone-and-skin growths as hard as pebbles—speckle her arms, shoulders, and torso. Her hair is midnight black and is braided in long locks (dreads) that reach as far as the small of her back. Narges's eyes are a brilliant green, her skull having a slightly jutting eyebrow ridge, wide jaw, and the occasional lithoderms as well, with a few running above the eyebrows of each eye. Her form is rather voluptuous, given her large size, but rippling with muscle, as well as countless faded lines of healed scars that all reveal a hard life lived at the edge of a sword. Her eyes reveal an inner light that betrays some intelligence that is at odds with her seemingly dimwitted visage. Her knuckles are edge with the hard bone of lithoderms, so even unarmed her hands would serve to bloody ones face if she so minded to. Her ears are slightly angled like that of most orcs, but is slightly longer, as those found on a Goliath Ogre.


Skills/Abilities:
- Mastery of the blade. Nargesh's clan descended from a long line of blademasters of an almost lost martial art of the Orcish people. The Iron Heart discipline focuses on pure weapon skill. Its students learn to complete fighting maneuvers that border on the supernatural. Absolute mastery of the sword is the goal of the Iron Heart discipline. Through unending practice and study, the Iron Heart adept achieves extraordinary skill with her weapons. Iron Heart maneuvers are demonstrations of uncanny martial skill—weaving patterns of steel that dizzy, confuse, and ultimately kill with no recourse. The key skill is balance, because body control, good footing, and impeccable timing are important to completing Iron Heart maneuvers. Nargesh training was sadly abandoned before she could ever become close to a true master, what she has kept and perfected, she passes on to new blade recruits.
- Nargesh managed to pick up skills in forging and tempering steel, as was her tribes tradition. While no master of the art, she reveals competent skill.
-Physical strength and stamina; being half orc and half Goliathian Ogre, Nargesh possess extraordinary physical might, as well as stamina. She could run for hours at roughly 30mph- as fast as a horse, though, not for as long- and can crush the head of an elf with on hand.
-Embrace Pain; while gripped by bloodlust, Nargesh can shrug off wounds that would fell lesser orcs, and has a incredible tolerance to physical pain.
-Heightened hearing

Equipment:
- The Battered and well used armor worn by Nargesh is a collection of war trophies and melted down iron plates fitted for her overgrown size. Lined with fur as well as well decorated for her many kills and victories.
- The Greatsword wielded by Nargesh is nearly larger then she is, at an easy 9 feet in length, several inches across. Her strength and skill allow her to easily cut down several lesser foes with but a single swing.
- Nargesh also keeps a longer dagger, nearly the length of a sword for smaller individuals, at the small of her back within easy reach should she need it.
- She is also known to carry throwing axes as her only ranged option.
- Whip, used when training new recruits of the blades.

History

Nargesh – as her strange appearance would hint- is the by product of the coupling of orc and ogre blood. While rare it is not completely unheard of, however, Nargesh's conception was anything but consensual. A raid on her tribe, the Mor-dashka, by an enemy tribe of ogres saw to the unfortunate event of Nargesh's mother violently raped and left for dead. The tribe survived- albeit barely- and so did Nargesh's mother; against all odds. Gulfzush – Narsgesh's mother- would later that year give birth to her daughter. Upon seeing the new born, the midwife had nearly killed it in infancy. Gulfzush intervened and begged her to keep the nature of the child secret. A adept of some skill in shamanistic magic, Nargesh used a simple illusion spell to hid the child’s ogre features. The majority of Nargesh's childhood from then on was quite uneventful, save for the raids, skirmishes, or even the rare wars that are common among the orckin. Lead by their new warlord, Othlg gra-Gonhamph, who's wife was Gulfzush herself. She was one of the many wives he had, but was easily his most favored, for both her wisdom and mystical might. Nargesh was treated no better growing up even if many believed her to be the offspring of the warchief. If anything, she was pushed harder then most. As days grew harder for he tribe, a few of the younger women were taking up arms. Even at ten years of age, Nargesh had already grown considerably, capable of besting any of the boys in a fight. For, this she earned the nickname “Tall-Shadow” among her people. She was thus pushed harder than most, and made up the only few female warriors of the tribe. She was trained personally by her -as she believed at the time- father, who tended to favor her due to her brute strength and size. In fact, Othlg often lamented on the subject of her gender, wishing she had but been born a male to thus inherent his leadership. He knew far too well the ways of his people would not so easily bend to the will of a woman.

Misfortune would strike when the tribe was forced to raid into the southern plains due to an ongoing drought in orc lands. These were Cadoorian Imperial lands, however, and they did not take too kindly to their lands being looted. Othlg traveled quickly with his tribe to the western north mountains, believing the caves and rocks there would allow his people to hide until the men had given up the search. However, he had underestimated how organized The Empires armies were, as the limitanei border troops had to operate with a great deal of autonomy, and thus were quick to track down the tribe en-route. The tribe fought bravely, and Othlg himself lead the battle, but ultimately it proved a disaster for the unorganized and undisciplined orc tribal warriors. Othlg gra-Gonhamph as well as Gulfzush herself fell in the battle, and most of the tribe was routed in short order. Those who fled were run down, and Nargesh herself was later captured. She had single-handedly killed fifteen men before she was taken down. Brought low by a powerful spell of holding when more direct but mundane means proved deadly. The Lord Captain decided a quick death would not serve as punishment, and took her and many of her surviving tribe members as slaves back to the capital. Cadoori entertainment consisted of a unique form of public showing, known as gladiatorial games fought in large arenas called Collosies, for it was here that she and he kin were sentenced to death as her, and all her fellow tribesmen as well as other condemned prisoners were thrown into a fighting pit, and told only the last one standing would live. Almost over one hundred orcs and other undesirables were flung into the arena, after a day and a half of bloodshed, only one blood soaked Nargesh remained. Bruised but alive, she had defied all odds, and it was by this time -without the magic of her mothers over her- she was revealed to be what she truly was. Seeing her near pitch black skin and lithoderms for the first time caused her to believe the gods had cursed her for slaying her own kin.

On that day on she was Known simply as “The Shadow of Death,” born from the fact she had survived as well has he unnaturally dark skin. She became a crowd favorite, going on to survive many more bouts, earning a bloody reputation as her skill and infamy grew. When Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were employed by the Empire to quell a rebellion, they heard of the black orc that could not be killed, and quickly sought to buy her freedom. Nargesh was given the simple choice of then continuing on in her own path, or joining the then still young Mercenary band. She decided the gods had given her a second chance, and joined the band willingly. Becoming one, if no their most skill, blademaster.

Personality and Psychological profile:
Nargesh carries herself with a stoic resolute attitude, being quick to anger and slow to forgive slits- imagined or not. Having sprung from two races not known for their intelligence, it should perhaps come as little surprise Nargesh is not on possessing much quickness of the mind. Her method of solving a problem is often direct, if not painfully obvious or predictable. She has little in the ways of humour and the subtlety of sarcasm are lost on her more than not. Brutish though brilliant in martial matters, she understands little beyond fighting. Combined with her dull wit and the vaunted libido of a Goliath Ogre, makes for an individual who approaches almost everything in a direct and open matter. She cares little for accolades, false gestures, or praise. Actions speak loudest to her, not words.

Relationships and Acquaintances:
To be done.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Lady and germs of inferior stock. So far it has been decided that the Darthlukian, or often mistakenly called the 'Darkness', attack in great invasions every 50 years, Starting from the time of the Cataclysm which was the first. These invasions are known as Scourge. These a massive invasions by the Darthlukian that do massive amounts of damage to surrounding infrastructure of nations, and often destroy at least one realm.

If anyone wants to work out prior contact with the Darthlukian, or be involved in the first grand alliances. That should probably be worked out now that we have a good amount of accepted players.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Don't read this. :P

Codex Anathema

(thus far, TBD)

THE CODEX ANATHEMA

Almost two centuries ago, an event the mortal races simply now call "The Cataclysm," devastated The once mighty Razaji Empire and forced it's people into exile. An exile that they even still now continue long after the fall of their civilization. Other domains did not fair any better, and among them was the once proud realm of Harnia. Following much later after the slow, bloody, and grueling conquest of his kins homeland. The warrior and scholar Freg Gerntef, became enamored in discovering the origins and, if any, weaknesses of this new scourge. He gathered all he could, from everything to eye witness accounts, uncovering lost forgotten lore, gleaming from word of mouth, and even first hand experience. In the end The Codex, or The D'sastr, includes accounts of deep subterranean voyages into the dim antediluvian ruins when forgotten races ruled over the world, frenetic narratives about passages into the depths of the Far Realms, and dialogues with ancient sages and ageing loremasters. Studies and observations about the creatures such as the fearful Ghur-qun, Darthchuuls, psurlons, Dread hounds and, beings clearly originating outside of nature but clearly born of the Darthlukian, comprise a large part of the Codex. Overall, the book is poorly organized, consisting of a haphazard collection of essays, narratives, notes, and odd arcane formulae jotted down in whatever order Freg happened to think of them or come upon them.

Master scholars find his work erratic at best (hardly surprising coming from a minotaur many conclude), however, even they must admit that his studies have shed much needed light on the nature of the cruel creatures we have come to call Darthlukian. Translated into the common tongue as "Children of the Deep." In all, The D'sastr records the frightful visions he observed in the now lost lands of his people, along with rambling essays in which Freg describes his own findings and conclusions about matters no sane being should dwell on for long.

Chapter One: The Cataclysm

Not many o'me kin are learned in tha letta's. Much less can read what I'm writtin now. Wont stop me from makin dis book thoogh, it needs makin if we're to stand any chace against what many are callin de sceerge. Pretty simple name for a horrible race of flesh'eten monsters if ya' ash me.

Not sure where to start, so I guess da'beggnin is good enugh. What we know from thos fer balls of that now dead Razaji Empire, is dat the day of tha D'sasstr - The Catlikkilsome- was a day like any other, aside from the dyin to come. It first began on the 1012th of the Year of za 13th hero. Started as some great rumbling, within the Captial city shaking it almost to pieces. It ended afar a hole day, and not much waz thought on it at the time. According to an elf who was visiting za city, it was two days past before the shakin started up'again.

This time somtin rose from up on out of the very ground, splittin the great citdal o'dat Emperor of the Catkin. Reports say it was shaped like some big'ol mountan, that just don popped out o'the very earth. Smoke, and ash followed, once the top of this so called mountan exploded. Showerin most of da city in debris an'rocks. Worse is what came affa. What I can understand, apperently somethin screamed, or something close to that any how. Not the kind of sound you hear with your ears, but in'ya head. Whatever it was, those closest to the center of the city suffered the worse, as it seemed to outright kill them or drive them outta der minds. After this 'scream,' the very rocks that had fallen started popping open like chicken eggs, and out came the Darthlukian. We don't know what they mightin of looked like back then, as we know now they seem to evovle as time passes- but we do know wholesale slaughter followed their swif arrival. The city fell within the hour, and hardly anyone survived, save those already leaving the city on business or what have you. It was only much later that it was learned other cities suffered similar attacks of their own. Of which der was not a bit of warnin let alone any formal decloration of whar. Within a few days, the Empire was but a memeory, not one real pitch battle was even fought.

Now -even so many years after that event- no one knows the origins of the Darthlukian, or der motives. If ya ask me, I could care less about such things in'so far as it would aid us in the fight today. Whatever their reasons, the Darthlukian are here today, and if we don't find some way to stopp'em, we may as well start'da digging of ur'a own graves. I hope what I learn in the coming months and prehaps years, will make sur dat'nuffa happens.

Chapter Two: Species Darthlukian

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Quick question, what's the average size of your orcs?

Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi - Orcish Mercenary Company RP [Fantasy]

Awesome, I think I caught this just in time. Maybe I can do that half-breed I thought up the first time this came around before school got in the way. :K

Which do you prefer, Master-at-arms. (the equivalent of a Doctore like those seen in sparctucs)

Or a black smith?

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Here's an unofficial room for now. Most people seem to be finishing their sheets so this seems about the right time for one.

Sacrilege War (Apocalyptic Grimdark Fantasy)

Gods be damned, the size of those armies.

I guess this RP is going to go more into the realm of ridiculous sized "The Million-Man March" armies.