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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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Laggia said
(( )) Bazgulub just stood there in his Heavry Spiked mail armor, Hearing what seem like the leader of the orc band here had to say " (His voice) Bazgulub raised the mighty axe of Morgathar in one hand. Showing his strenght. Bazgulub Smiles under his Helment, finally getting a worthy foe to show himself that he is worthy of Morgathar. He just stood there thinking every little detail over and over again Until he stood again in his battle state. Beginging to start praying to the gods " By the axe of Thau'luk The Besserker, i pray to you. To guide my axe to victory. I pray to Shala the reckless. I pray to Zha'kazug the bloodthirsty. Aid me in this battle and hear my prayer and accept my offering. Because you will be hailed tonight mighty gods Lok'Tar Ogar! " Bazgulub Started slowly walking towards the leader orc and slowly increesing the speed until he was runing with the axe in both his hands. Nearing the orc leader Bazgulub began to spin in a circle as he jumped a little in the air with his heary armor but with that on he didn't jump high but enough for him to get enough spining to have spined around himself with Morgathar Sharp sharp edge, now heading towards the orc leaders torso * Morgathar Give me strenght to defeat then *


Dunmur drops down low, reaching out with both axes and hooking them around your ankles. With a single pull you're thrown onto your back, the blades stopped by your armored boots. He then quickly dashes forward once more, using the fall to his advantage as he seeks to get in close, where you can't swing Morgathar effectively, using his weight to press his own axes towards your neck.
The Aura comment was made for both Angel and Crow, just to make it a little clear.
catmint said
Ryu is silent, and craving deep inside seems to claw it's way up. Hunger takes a hold of Ryu, despite having just eaten. He leaps toward Samantha and the girl, which had sought refuge in the smaller section of the room. Ryu is quick. Quicker then he ever has been before. It was easy to catch them. A wild and savage grin spreads across his face, hand closing around the mother's neck. Ryu pays no attention to the little girl, shoving her aside and out of Samantha's arms. Everything seemed distant, hearing only the pounding of his pulse. Ryu is barely aware of his actions as he tears into Samantha. He feels an intoxicating thrill, which only grows as he nears his next meal. The vision of the oni mask is seared into his mind, the clearest thing he could think of in that moment. Ryu isn't aware of the pounding footsteps that near the tavern's room.


Samantha is rapidly torn apart, as two elves break into the room. They're frozen in place by shock, but more people are soon pouring into the room. There are soldiers, who rush at you, drawing weapons, as the child sits in the corner, weeping and screaming inconsistently. However, the rush of the moment is ending. And, oddly enough, as you see the men with swords charge you, you find your normal self slowly resurfacing.
The aura seems to be coming from an odd house. It's a normal, ramshackle house, and you can see a small elven child playing in the garden. However, this is definitely the source of the aura. You feel an odd compulsion to enter the house, as if something from within is calling to you, whispering your name on the wind. The presence is unlike anything you've felt before. Perhaps the only one that would be comparable was your father, when he was in a fit of rage, and called upon his full powers. However, anything able to generate such a presence would be able to hide it with the same ease. Whatever was in that house knew you were here. And they wanted you to come meet them.
It's an artifact of awesome power that grants leadership over the Horde. Who WOULDN'T want it?
Instantly Kami's mind swarms towards you, and you feel the attention of her many spiders turning towards you. Then, slowly, the amassed force retreats, as Kami decides you're not a threat. You find that you're able to remove some of her less powerful illusions simply by blocking them from her mind, but there are some which seem to be far too important to allow even you to see through them, like the one Kami uses to hide her own form. Kami has gone off towards some other fellow, although she had quite obviously left an illusion to speak to the government men, keeping up the facade of being interested in negotiation.
I must ask though, is your troll Jamaican?
Gareth said
Name: CragspineAge: 29Race: Troll Gender: MalePersonality: Arrogant and aggressive. He likes to demonstrate that he is stronger then everyone else-preferably by brute force. His moral code is lacking, but he does have a few principles. The most important being to never strike someone in the back-as it is cowardly and will bring bad luck. Also he is a very materially driven individual and if he sees something he really wants then good luck stopping him. He has learned through the school of hard knocks not to judge a book by its cover. For example in his own case he doesn't look bright and yet he isn't totally stupid. Magic: (Put N/A if you don't use magic) N/ASkills: Hunting, fishing, brawling (with fists, clubs, or anything big), negotiating, heavy lifting, and great eye sight. Gear: A fishing rod he made himself, some traps he uses to catch animals, some dead rabbits and fish carries around in a bag on his back and a twelve foot long iron pole for his club. Bio: His life was simple. He lived in a simple hut in the forest, like all the other trolls he's ever known for years and years. He would hunt in around this forest and venture to the nearest river to catch his fish, usually beneath a bridge so that if the fish ever did glance above the water's surface all they would see is a black shape above them. Sometimes back at the huts there would be brawls among him and the others, a contest of who would get the boar that was brought in the other day and would have it all to themselves. Sometimes though the conflict would be over a potential troll wife. Either way it was pretty simple life. And then one day while he was fishing by the bridge he noticed some people in fancy robes pass by and being as curious as he was, he came up to them to ask how they received such fancy garments. They fled. Fast. He got frustrated, but about the fifth time this happened, the people didn't run and they told him of a town nearby, just south of the Black Marsh and he headed there to get those kinds of clothes for himself. He learned about work, about negotiating and about other things and among some of these other things, were things that weren't so civilized or respectable. In the end he wants to be able to buy anything and everything, just so that he can say he's done it. Misc: He's never skipped breakfast.


I like it. A simple character, with simple motivations. I hope you'll excuse me if I don't propose a unique plot thread to motivate your character. This story has so many side-arcs that the main story isn't even visible yet. However, I do have a suggestion that might be fun.
Your troll has heard of an axe called Morgathar, an axe that's supposed to go to the strongest orc. It's also supposed to be the very bestest axe in the world, and although not a troll, you believe yourself far stronger than most orcs.
However, if he ever prevents himself from being created, then he never existed, and thus can't prevent himself from being created, and thus he WAS created, and thus he prevented himself from being created. This goes on forever. You'd effectively have set time in an infinite paradox.
Laggia said
what problems. the fact that a little dust bunny wants total domination or that the rebels are on the loss. or is it the aliance ?


Have you ever tried killing a dust bunny? Try swinging your axe at one. Just the wind your swing creates would push them out of it's path. Imagine being covered in thousands of them while they devour your flesh.
Furthermore, Ryu has become a soulless psychopath for a mysterious demonic benefactor, having gained demonic speed and strength in exchange for his conscience.
Furthermore, there's a mysterious woman in the woods who isn't being nice.
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