The Grandaxe Clan

[Luchian 214]

MC Name: _Aislin_

 

Character Name: 

 

Gronkk

Character Age:

 

Gronkk amz hundo 

Profession:

 

 Uruk

Appearance: 

 

Gronkk

Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance):

 

Gronkk amz de ruyal steed ob Forin Kingeh

Short Biography:

 

Gronkk amz Uruk. Him uuz'd tuu bi Rex. Naow him nub Rex.

The role you expect to take in the clan:

 

Gronkk amz de steed ob Forin Kingeh

An image of the skin you intend to use:

 

Gronkk nub hosh ad druwin' tingehz

Accepted, Ye ar' nuw tae' Steed ov' King Thorin.

[Luchian 214]

There is a post pinned on the Grandaxe notice board

"There will be a meeting in three elven days  ((21 of july, sunday)). I expect as many of you as possible to meet up."

[Boomack21 124]

 

 *A medium sized sign lays posted near the center of the entrance hall the Grandaxe Clan Hall*

It reads..

  

All occupants that currently reside within the clan hall are required to remove the notice placed outside of their dwelling by the designated time or all possessions shall be removed and be placed under Grandaxe possession.

[whtwolf 3]

MC Name: whtwolf
Character Name: Drongar Grandaxe
Character Age: 50
Profession: Soldier/Builder
Appearance: Drongar can be seen with a parted red beard, and blue eyes. He wears a large iron helm over his head and has a chain shirt on over his red clothing, also wearing iron bracers, iron leggings and boots.
Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance): Stronghold
Short Biography: Drongar's father was slain for being a traitor to the clan before his very eyes and he left in disgrace continuing his life in solitude throughout most of his time in the mountains. Later however he found himself traveling through Anthos and eventually within Kal'Azgoth and now wishes to rejoin the Grandaxes to help regain his fathers honor.
The role you expect to take in the clan: Soldier/Builder
An image of the skin you intend to use: http://imgur.com/1NYkiLc

[Luchian 214]

MC Name: whtwolf

Character Name: Drongar Grandaxe

Character Age: 50

Profession: Soldier/Builder

Appearance: Drongar can be seen with a parted red beard, and blue eyes. He wears a large iron helm over his head and has a chain shirt on over his red clothing, also wearing iron bracers, iron leggings and boots.

Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance): Stronghold

Short Biography: Drongar's father was slain for being a traitor to the clan before his very eyes and he left in disgrace continuing his life in solitude throughout most of his time in the mountains. Later however he found himself traveling through Anthos and eventually within Kal'Azgoth and now wishes to rejoin the Grandaxes to help regain his fathers honor.

The role you expect to take in the clan: Soldier/Builder

An image of the skin you intend to use: http://imgur.com/1NYkiLc

Accepted. Ah did nae knuw Stronghuld 'ad eh sun, et is gud tae 'ave ye 'ere.

[lugarthecougar 57]

((So, is it still possible for a missing member to just pop back in? I'd really like to bring Thorgar back, I even found his skin!))

[Tortek 51]

((Yeah, it's very possible! Though I'd strongly recommend sending one of the clan elders [Morgrim 'Zezimus' is the most active along with Bazain 'TEEbrown'] a rp message about your return and ask them to show you around the city and overall catch you up about everything you've missed in rp. Anyway welcome back!))

[lugarthecougar 57]

((Thanks! I'll shoot them a PM! And it's good to be back, missed Dwarf RP way too much!))

[lugarthecougar 57]

*The echoing sound of boot steps crunching snow are heard coming from the steps of Kal'Azgoth, a stout, hunched over figure is climbing the stairs*

 

*the figure raises a hand to his eyes, shielding them as he looks at the grand entrance way with a weary smile, he drops the gray woolen blanket from his shoulder and steps inside rolling his shoulders and raising his arms*

 

"I've made it 'ome!" *He shouts as he looks around. Noticing no-one Thorgar Grandaxe frowns slightly and lumbers off to find his Clan Mates and let them know of his return.*

[Zezimus 1523]

 

Outside the great gates of Kal'Azgoth, large flakes of snow continued to fall upon the ground, as the moon gliztened in the sky above. Not far to the East, a figure slowly treaded down the road, a hood hung low over his head. In one hand, he carried a strangely decorated book and in the other, a large, dwarven crafted battle axe. His robes were of the finest make, coated in gold trimming. As he lifted off his hood, he revealed a slightly tanned face, ginger hair with eyes as blue as the sky. A great red beard draped down his chest, interlocked with golden rings. His days of travel had left him weary and with a longing to be back within the halls of his kin.

 

 

Thargus, son of Thorik rose through the treeline, descending the mountain as he looked over the vast plains of snow that stretched out in front of him. He could not help but feel that someone or something was following him. As he looked back the way he had traveled he thought for a moment he could make out a pair of faint blue eyes, watching him as he walked on. Tightening his grip on the hilt of his battle axe, he turned to look ahead of him to see a dim light glowing through the fog. He would not give up, so close to home. His pace begun to quicken until he reached the open landscape, slowly stepping across a great frozen lake. Ice cracked as he eventually begun to pacen his movement, momentarily looking behind him to see if anything had trailed his movements.

 

As he eventually reached the other side of the lake, the lights now brighter, gave view of the great gates of Kal'Azgoth. Making his way to the top of the staircase, he stopped and turned his head towards the guards. "'o guhs t'ere?" said one of them as Thargus looked towards him, a warm expression crossing his face. "It is comfortain' tuh knuw mah kin ar' safe... Ah ask onleh t'at ah beh brought befur' meh farder, Thorik. Ah 'ave much news tuh delivah tuh 'im." Within seconds, the iron gates had begun to crank open, allowing Thargus to step inside towards the balcony, giving way for him to look over the great halls of Kal'Azgoth. The dwarf's eyes darted around as he looked at the workers toiling away at their every day affairs. 

 

 

He slowly descended the staircase into the city, hurriedly making his way down the hall, the book still gripped tightly beneath his arm. Not caring to wipe his feet, or brush the snow from his clothing, he immediately burst in through the door of the Grandaxe Hall and stepped into the centre of the room, looking directly at one of the dwarves seated at the table. He begun to speak, his voice still strained from the cold, his breathing quick. "Maeh name is Thargus, son ov Thorik... Ah 'ave news... News t'at maeh beh ov grave importance." A large dwarf suddenly appeared on the balcony, leaning down at Thargus, before slowly descending the staircase. Thargus bowed his head low in respect. "Fathah..." he whispered as Thorik slowly placed his hand upon his son's head. Thargus looked up towards him, a dark expression crossing his face as his eyes fell low. "Ah wish tah speak tuh ye fathah... In proivate."

[lιoɴ 248]

Wulfric raises his eyebrow thinking, "Wow, I guess Thorik bedded a woman once in his life." as Thargus enters. Wulfric makes a mental note to call him "Gus" as he introduces himself. He continues to sip his ale as Thorik greets his child.

[Luchian 214]

Thorik looked at his son with widened eyes, long since had his son dissapeared from the halls of their kin and left on his journey. At last, the pilgrimage of his oldest son had come to an end, and he had returned to him. He smiles widely as he sees his son, and he embraces him in a bear hug. "'Et is gud tae see ye, meh son... Fer tuu lung 'ave ye been gone... 'Dere is news thoug' tat' ah 'ave tuu s'are wit' ye before ye speek." Thorik lets go off him and stares deep into the eyes of his son, so much alike his own and his other sons. "Yer Brudder, Gimrik, 'e is gune. Ah dunnae knuw were tuu." Sighs deeply and a deep sadness shows in his eye. "An' yer brudder Broski, 'e is dead, ah 'ad tuu tell ye 'et before ah let ye speek." With that Thorik takes a step backwards, and gestures for Thargus to follow him. Thorik leads him into his personal study, and when they are inside he speaks once more "Tis' place. Et will duu. Ah am surreh tu 'ave tu tell ye dese fings as' ye 'ave just returned. Nuw, tell meh wut ye 'ave tu say, ah am surreh to nae let ye grief befor' pesterin' ye aboot' wat' ye 'ave tuu say, but et sunded urgent. Grief later, tell meh nuw, wut 'as 'appened meh son." Thorik looks on his son with his one eye, and awaits his responce.

[Oghren Grandaxe 31]

((guy sorry for my absence. my pc broke at the begining of the summer, sadly i dont have the funds to get a new one. hope i see you guys soon))

[Sky 0]

MC Name:

Xiryks

Character Name:

Thain

Character Age:

40

Profession:

Currently has no profession, but plan to join the clergy/religious area.

Appearance:

A generic looking Mountain-Dwarf, brown hair with dark brown eyes. Sporting an iron helmet, which was given to his mother as a present from his father.

Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance):

A bastard child of Thorin Grandaxe, born out of wedlock.

Short Biography:

Thain was raised by his mother, being the only man in the house, he grew up quickly and took on responsibility for his mother but alas she grew old and became more frail with every passing day. Eventually falling sick, Thain had no idea of how to cure his mother's ailments, he quickly ran to a shrine of Anbella and prayed for his mother, tears stinging his eyes, he was desperate for his mothers life but Thain believed his mother dead. As he walked down to his home, as he entered the house he saw his mother's body, lying on her bed and not moving. Thain was beside himself with quickened grief, but out the corner of his eye he saw his mothers chest move, she was asleep. 

 

A week since that frightful night, every night Thain would go to the shrine and pray for his mother's life but this time it was obvious that she was on her death bed, she begged Thain to let her go and to stand by her as she goes to Khaz'A'Dentrumm. Tears in his eyes, she reflected to how brave a dwarf Thain was, and how he was just like his father a strong dwarf. She said, Thorin Grandaxe was his name, and since that night where his mother passed on, so did Thain. 

 

(If the bio isn't up to standards, I would be more than happy to change it)

The role you expect to take in the clan:

Nothing special, just a regular member. Since, Thain just wants to reconcile with his father and become useful to him.

 

(Not sure if I understand the question completely)

An image of the skin you intend to use:

[Luchian 214]

MC Name:

Xiryks

Character Name:

Thain

Character Age:

40

Profession:

Currently has no profession, but plan to join the clergy/religious area.

Appearance:

A generic looking Mountain-Dwarf, brown hair with dark brown eyes. Sporting an iron helmet, which was given to his mother as a present from his father.

Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance):

A bastard child of Thorin Grandaxe, born out of wedlock.

Short Biography:

Thain was raised by his mother, being the only man in the house, he grew up quickly and took on responsibility for his mother but alas she grew old and became more frail with every passing day. Eventually falling sick, Thain had no idea of how to cure his mother's ailments, he quickly ran to a shrine of Anbella and prayed for his mother, tears stinging his eyes, he was desperate for his mothers life but Thain believed his mother dead. As he walked down to his home, as he entered the house he saw his mother's body, lying on her bed and not moving. Thain was beside himself with quickened grief, but out the corner of his eye he saw his mothers chest move, she was asleep. 

 

A week since that frightful night, every night Thain would go to the shrine and pray for his mother's life but this time it was obvious that she was on her death bed, she begged Thain to let her go and to stand by her as she goes to Khaz'A'Dentrumm. Tears in his eyes, she reflected to how brave a dwarf Thain was, and how he was just like his father a strong dwarf. She said, Thorin Grandaxe was his name, and since that night where his mother passed on, so did Thain. 

 

(If the bio isn't up to standards, I would be more than happy to change it)

The role you expect to take in the clan:

Nothing special, just a regular member. Since, Thain just wants to reconcile with his father and become useful to him.

 

(Not sure if I understand the question completely)

An image of the skin you intend to use:

"Et is gud tae see eh nudda sun ov' Thorin, welcome tuu tae fameleh."

((You are on a trial run for two weeks, where we will look to see if you are active as the character.))