The Rhino Vs The Trickster Ft. The Eagle

[the 1 bow 1112]

((closest thing you'll get to GOT without it being GOT))

 

Riding through the outskirts of Vekaro, near the Orcish Warcamp on horse back was Mephiston Calistarius. Clad in red armour, he judgementally observed his surroundings. Being old, Mephiston failed to notice the rumbling of the ground until it was too late. His horse was gored by the horn of a rhino. 

 

"Ah sh*t! What the bloody hell was that!?" Mephiston shouted, his leg caught underneath his dead horse. What dismounted the rhino was the 10ft behemoth of an orc, known as Mokro Thugthrakka of clan Yar, clad in armour nicknamed "the walking fortress". 

 

"Momoskah'haz owt ob latz turf." Mokro uttered, approaching the old man. He grabbed him by the throat and even though Mephiston struggled he was no match for Mokro. Lifting Mephiston in the air by his throat, Mokro tore the humans torso plates off and pulled a curved knife out, preparing to disembowel the old man. But an odd sounding voice stopped him.

 

"Orc, put him down." It was the casa nova of the Fringe, Roman Delaro. His dyed blue hair swayed as he stepped closer. "Unhand him, I witnessed this altercation he has done nothing wrong." Enraged, Mokro tossed Mephiston aside, turining to Roman. 

 

"Latz gonnah beh ah heroh nuw? Momoskah'ha woz zteppin iyn da rong neybahoohd. Lat iz nuw tu." Mokro drew his battle axe, Terguzm ad Kenuk, axe of the chieftain stemming back to the ancient days of the Braduk clan. Roman gulped, observing Mokro's full form, but drew his slightly curved sword.

 

"I have no quarrel with yo-..." Roman was cut off by the big angry orc.

 

"Latz god ah momoskah'n kwarrel nuw bihtch. Ahm gonnah ter latz pretty hair awff agh feed id tu lat." Mokro approached, quickly swinging the axe at Roman's head. The heavy swing enabled Roman to duck it, and slice his sword along the groove that connected Mokros torso armour to his leg armour. It was a deep cut. Mokro's purple eyes of the Blood Talon dimly glowed a slight red, being consumed with blood lust. He advanced trying to ram his huge form into Roman, a mere 5ft 11, he failed. Roman sidestepped and tripped the huge orc, causing him to fall front wards. Roman stabbed his sword down at Mokro's back. The sword dented the armour, but didnt stab in. Roman looked in shock as Mokro rolled over and sent a huge armoured foot straight into the his gut, sending Roman sprawling. The two regained their stance, unarmed. A fist fight commenced. Roman landed several punches onto Mokros armoured body, and as he went for a kick his leg was caught. With a swift elbow to the knee, Romans already brittle knee was shattered. Still holding Romans leg, Mokro grasped him by the throat and threw him meters away. Roman struggled to his feet, needing to use a shop stand as support. Mokro blinded by blood lust failed to witness Romans golden knife, and as the orc raised his arm for a right hook, Roman stabbed Mokro in his unarmoured armpit. Seeing Mokro distracted, Roman threw himself at Mokro, landing on him and punching him to the ground. Sending several punches to Mokro's head, Roman was then grabbed by the collar of his light armour and pulled in for a devestating armoured headbutt. Roman was dazed, hurting everywhere. He was thrown off of Mokro, and Mokro got up, grabbed Roman by his blue hair and pulled out a curved knife. "Ah wundah wot itz liek tu hab mah eyez kut owt. Lat kan tel mi yub?"  As Mokro went to stab the defenseless Roman in the eye, two red armoured fists grabbed his arm. 

 

"Why dont you f*ck off you unearthly c*nt!" Mephiston shouted, trying to pull Mokro off of Roman. Mokro was pulled off, and turned. Grabbing Mephistons throat and literally tearing it out, Mokro roared. The old man slumped to the ground and soon died. Mokro turned back to Roman, who was writhing in pain on the ground.

 

"It doesnt have to be this way orc! A fair 'klomp' has taken place...you have won!" Roman pleaded. Mokro shrugged and nodded. He simply muttered "Yub." And proceeded to disembowel Roman, tear out his intestines and strangle him with it. Whether Roman died of the pain or suffocation, we will never know. We do know, not to skah with Mokro Thugthrakka.

 

If passing by the Orcish Warcamp, you will noticed two fresh heads. One an old looking bald man whos mouth is covered in blood, the other, and young man with dyed blue hair, whos expression resembles that of a frozen scream.

 

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((With the new maps dropping and the fact that Im making an Adunian at some point soon and only have to Character slots, I decided to pick which character I liked the most to keep as an alt. I stopped playing Mephiston a while ago so I figured I'd give him some closure but Roman and Mokro was a hard choice. I know more about Orcish rp than anything on the server, and even though the playerbase is thin I decided to keep Mokro. Roman was fun but yeah. Mokros my golden child. Anyway thought i'd make a cool forum post because why not. its 3am so why not.))

 

-Bow

[DruinsBane 240]

I must say great character closure and story.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.