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Continuing to walk the lands, a hunched figure - whose skin at first glance would appear coated in a thickened layer of blood and mud. Through the air lingered a stench of a beast who long since felt the cleanness of soaking in warm waters. Yet.. for all it’s disgustingness, for all those that they encountered that seemed to shy away from such a grotesque exhibition, it truthfully cared not.. It did not pay attention to them because she did not understand what was wrong with how she looked and smelt. With each step up the treacherous terrain a new memory came to surface, one that brought a smile upon the creatures tusked maw. For she felt happy, she knew what it meant - what it meant when people told her that they were happy, a feeling she was only told about yet never experienced until now. She had learnt what friendships meant, what it stood for to be a guard and protect the ones she loved most to her when those kind enough to take her under their care showed her how. Though there were times when she didn’t understand their harsh tones, when they ridiculed her race, a decision she did not choose. She didn’t understand prejudice when an elf told her “No orcs may enter!” she did not quite understand what it meant to be an Olog. She only knew how to fight, it was what the world she had been born into had taught her since she was a cub. But with her limitations such a feeble mind one akin to that of a child, she could never grasp what it meant - for no one taught her what it was or what it meant to be anything more than what she was created.

 

Standing at the mountainous peak with winds blowing against her skin the fe-Olog, bloodied - beaten and bruised listened to the sounds of the winds as it graced past her only remaining ear. Pausing for a moment to take in the large world that unfolded before her eyes, for she may be a giant to many - but she was no giant compared to the vast size of Almaris. Staring out towards the horizon something lingered within her mind, for once she felt so small in contrast to the lands that she had spent  days… Weeks.. Years walking upon. Through the lands she thought she knew. Drawing in a sharp painful inhale the Olog who rather than to have treated and cared for her wounds, allowed them to fester and rot - for rather than to seek help and rid of her of the pain had been crippling her body she chose not to. For she had seen the future of her fate, she had seen what she could not prevent if she did not act before it happened. The image of bloodied corpses littered her minds, of people who had taught her new lessons, both friend and kin - their lifeless bodies laid to rest upon the ground as blood stained the Ologs hands, whilst the same set of words repeating within her mind. “You killed them all.” almost mockingly taunted her.

 

Sluggishly she shifted her stance, taking in her left hand her sword, and within the right the set of armor she had always been seen wearing since she was first able to fight properly, bending down to place it quite carelessly upon the grass as she stepped forwards - her body seemed out of breath, tired and would evidently begin to start slowing down at quite a rapid pace - she was near the end of her times, quietly she began to lay herself down against the softened flowerpatch before her - for this was a place she came to quite often.. For this was where she could be quiet, where no one disturbed her - throwing food at her feet, only using her as an object rather than a creature worth something more than her own muscle, as the fe-Olog made herself comfortable an emotion surfaced…one that she did not quite yet understand - nor one that she was taught. Tears, not crocodile nor fake - real ones that began to seep from their eyes and fall onto the flowers below, opening her maw to speak the Olog said - in full comprehension without stuttering, evident that she had taken some time to practice singular words weeks upon a time. 

 

“Pezt unly wunted tu PROTECT…” 

 

Closing her eyes, as sunset befell upon the land it would take a few hours until sunrise morning shine to reveal the sad reality of what had happened during the night. For this once loudly breathing Olog who made snorts with every breath she drew in no longer made noise. For she was now free. No more loudness from the world around her, no more pain in both heart and mind - For Pezt was now free.

 

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I had a lot of fun playing Pezt, she was the first character I was able to main for quite some time. Mayhaps I shall come back to playing an Olog when I feel up for it again, but thank you everyone who met and roleplayed with me on her. I had a blast being a smelly beast. <3 

 

 

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"Oh, Bishop Viktor died?! What the hell!" says Dietrich.

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The man in red would stare, contemplating inside of the head he had trapped himself in. Driven into a cycle of rage and hunger, the projections of his negativity had haunted the Olog. His job was done... "So must it be..." 

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ser august barclay weeps for his dead kin, bishop viktor.

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"MIHZZ LAHT!" An Olog sobbed on his throne, weeping for the dead Bishop Viktor.

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Tylos II trashes his entire office upon hearing of the death of Bishop Viktor

 

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All jokes aside, this really was a dope persona you played ngl. 

 

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Yung Merc weeps for the fallen Barclay, Bishop Viktor.

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