Cheezzy_Garlik

If you dont +1 this post all of Kal’Mugdor finna roll up on u

Kilug sits in his tent, while sniffing up the scents of his incense bowl that was filled with green, he would be wiping the blood of ugrad off his club and spear, disgusted that ugrads blood touched the gobbos weapons “mi juzz wizh diz ragook wood juzz zhut duh zkah up anz klomp mi, inzted of hiding behinz armeez of twiggiz and pinkzkinz, well, at leezt dat iz wut mi azzumz hi will, cuz all duh honaghabl urkz will zide wid duh Rakz”

Aghuid vomits, after the thought of seeing the oozy black goo “BLEEEEGH, aw Karl, yeh foken shet ‘ole”

what about the grudges against Norlanders (the only one ik of is Chryssa Stormbringer)

Once sailing his ship The “D.S.S. Jenny “back into the harbor for repairs after a certain Norlanders blew up one of his cannons. he cheered with his fellow brother Wilhelm Ireheart in a song of victory, and slept well in his bed well that night, he dreamed so well, he sweetly dreamed about decapitating 3 orcs with a single swing of his axe.

i think i could be f tier, but maybe not oh well +1

Once the news reached to aghuid, he drank in splendor and cheer the very same day, singing a song of joy to the thought of the city of Krugmar burning to ashes, an aghuid holding the flame “DING DONG T’E BETCH ES DED, WHECH OL BETCH? T’E GREHNSKEN BETCH”

Aghuid rips the paper off the post it was attatched to and smushed it beneath his golem feet “Yeh take moi Legs, oi seh yeh yes sniveling *****, oill take yeh ‘ead and ‘ang et on yeh woll, and oill take t’e ammmer from yeh graps and shove et up yeh own ARSE!” He then tosses to paper into the hot forges magma, his anger burning brighter than the magma.

After this long battle had ended, aghuid instead of heading to his forge, he climbed up the mountain to the top of Hefrumm and pulled the boar Ormm out of his stables in secret and rode him up to the peak of the mountain, and watched the sun set below the vast towering trees. he layed his back on the ground letting out a relaxful sigh, scruffing the fur of Ormm as they both lyed there under the stars. For once, Aghuid was not thinking of Durgar and his blood oath, his mind was clear for a while, he and Ormm both fell asleep after awhile. Both of them awoke to a bright sunny sky and birds chirping. He rode Ormm back to his stable and set off under the mountain to get back to work on building weapons and armor for his dwarven brothers.

YO, i 100% second this, i think this is complete BS and i will say, i will not force pk my characters in this event, unless i deem it a good reason, but for somethin like this Nah homie. i aint doin that Reece has done so much for UrgUAN, for this event line, he has spent HOURS of his time to make this event more fun and then someone went and screwed him over. if he is leaving then i am leaving too. this is utter bullshit. idc if yall ban me from this i am speakin my mind, and backin up my boy.

MC Name: Cheezzy_Garlik RP Name: Aghuid Ireheart Discord: Cheezzy_Garlik#4920 Which part of the tournament do you wish to participate in (PvP/Archery/Both): Both Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.) EST

[ intro ] Daemons came across the void They brought us death, and misery They killed our men they took our hammer They took our hope with their own manner We fight them hard with tooth and nail out in the desert we gave them steel but when it came to much to bear how will we ever be repaired Irehearts running with burning haste Metalfists kicking up the sand Starbreakers chasing daemons back to their hell We’ll fight them with just our will Ironguts stabbing them all in the neck All women, beast and traitor attack Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to Korvassa, Run with all your life Cottonwoods slashing with blooded blades Stabbing and killing their Grunts Grandaxes bashing the hellspawn Leaving the warriors of Urguan to blame Giving them steel and taking their lives Freeing the enslaved and destroying their hives Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to Korvassa, Run with all your life [ Epic Bagpipe Solo ] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH [ scream ] Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to korvassa, Run with all your life Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to korvassa, Run with all your life Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to korvassa, Run with all your life Run to Korvassa, Run with all your might Run to korvassa, Run with all your life

Aghuid waltses out of the clan forge, just sharpening his axe, the Daemonsteel axe he made that is slightly tinted with his blood, his blood oath he made to Durgar. he sat down on the table to enjoy a warm meal, he recieved this information via a letter that drifted onto his plate. As he read the note, he would drag his rough, callused fingers over the engravement he made of Durgars face in the axe. Hed mumble under his breath, gripping the prayer beads on his wrist “Durgar, oi donnae know ef yeh can ‘ear meh, bot oi mess yeh, and oi donnae know ‘ow to up’old moi promese” tears began to form under his eyes as they dripped onto the note “ oi donnae know ‘ow to up’old yeh ‘onor, yeh were so much bettah dan meh, and oi can naevah fergev moiself fer wot oi ded to yeh. wot oi wouldnae gev to speak wet’ yeh fer un last toime” Aghuid sat there in his empty clan hall, sobbing over his food. the only light was the glow of the forge and the light of a lone candle, glowing up the details of durgars face in Aghuids axe.

na, throm is goin to hell. he may have been nice to amelot but he was a bad person

On the 17th of The First Seed, 1783, 3 soldiers from the HRA set bounty to slay a small bandit post. Later on the young scyfling ranger, Throm heard of their bounty and jumped at his chance to go to their aid. when he arrived he stealthily assassinated one of the heavier armored bandits quickly. As he did this another bandit saw him, this bandit was large and fearsome. He swund his shortsword at throm but he was able to block it with the corpse of the skewered bandit he had just slain. he then turned towards the bandit for a face off, equipped with only his High Shaman sword and his shaman longdagger he used all the strength he had to attack the bandit but his efforts were futile. the bandit used his sword to slice open Throm’s shoulder, and then used said sword to plunge it deep into throms side. As the wounded Throm went to swing both his sword and dagger at the bandit, he would use his buckler and bash it against throms helmet, sending him backwards down off the dirt mound he was standing on. Luckily, his brother in arms Astoro Jovanovsk tried his best to save him, but his attempts proved inadequate, instead the bandits sword flung out of his hands and plunged into his chest, not deep enough to kill him, but to completely render him from moving. Astoro was able to kill this bandit, but unfortunately the body went topling down onto Throms chest, plunging the sword deep enough that the only part visible was the handle, this obviously killed Throm. He was sent off to the afterlife like all the scyflings before him, his HRA brothers would place him onto a boat and set it ablaze and to sail straight into the center of Lake Milena, just outside Haense. leaving the last memory of him, to be awaiting at the bottom of the lake.

When this news arrived to Aghuid, he returned the sender with a chuckle and a harty grin “ Heh, t’e basterd got wot ‘e deserv’d ef oim ‘onest “ he’d proclaim, the messenger giving him and eye of disgust. Once the messenger left Aghuid went on with his duties for the day, the normal smithing, but deep down he knew what he did was wrong. Later that night as all the Irehearts lay asleep Aghuid sat next to the burning forge, the magma furiously glowing. He sat there for hours contemplating what he was to do with the news he’d received, now with his veins bursting with rage and blood boiling, he took to the forge to make the greatest creation he will ever concieve. As he heated the metal to make daemonsteel, he drew his dagger from under his pelt and dragged it across his left palm, the serrated edges tearing deep in his flesh, he held his hand over the melting steel letting the blood drain from his hand, as he did this he shouted at the top of his lungs, waking up all of the Irehearts, if not all of Urguan “Durgar, oi wos worng, wrong to cerse yeh name, and wrong teh desown yeh, yeh well olways beh moi brot’eh. When t’e dae come t’at moi loife es stroken from meh. oi well nae walk wit’ Dungrimm alone, bot take yeh wit’ meh” tears now starting to fall down his face “ CAUSE YEH ARE MOI BROT’EH, AND OI WELL UP’OLD YEH ‘ONAH TELL MOi VEREH LAST BREAT ’ “He wipes the tears from his eyes.“ T’is is moi blood oat’, nae to Urguan, nae to teh Oir’earts, bot to Yeh.”

Once Aghuid had heard of what Durgar had done. he clenched his fist and punched the wall. leaving a dent in his stony chambers. With a pissed and shaky voice he exclaimed ” foine. ef yeh nae wesh to act loike a traitor. yeh well be treated as one.” As he walked out of the Ireheart clan hall he mumbled to himself ” Why ‘as yemekah abandoned t’e Oir’earts. whoy must oi lose oll meh brot’ehs” he’d wander off into the woods tears dripping down his face.

A+ parody

*Aghuid Ireheart puts up the deil horns and head bangs “FOOOOK YEEAAAH BROTHA, T’is eh foken BOP”

MC Name: Cheezzy_Garlik Character Name: Aghuid Ireheart Character Age: 85 Appearance: Blond hair, green eyes Bloodline – Roggaor Define who you shall be related to inside the bloodline (E.g, Son of ___, grandson of ___ etc): Son of Runek Ireheart Do you agree to follow the Clan Tenets OOC’ly and IC’ly and face the consequences for their breaking?: yes What is your Discord?: Cheezzy_Garlik#4920 Image of the skin you intend to use: Lefty has it

forrest takes the stew out of his mouth to read a fresh copy of buck noos, while buck is sitting next to him “wow this sure is somethin”

🙂

Forrest sets down his cowboy hat and uncorks a bottle of whiskey before relaxing and reading the news before falling asleep, having good dreams “buck, you miracle worker, but so help me god you put mud in my chest again”

INTRO Forrest Cooke tips his cowboy hat ”howdy, my name is Forrest, Forrest Cooke, i am runnin fer the postion of tribune. I thank id make a purrdy good tribune cause im bout as common as it gets, i don like no fancy clothes or grand ballrooms. I got two boys that i take care of. I wan to use my knowledge of the commonfolk of Haense to make it a better environment fer everybody. Imma tough and hard werkin citizen and have already put my life on the line several times fer the city. and i plan on continuin while on the battlfield an durin dumas. EXPERIENCE Master of The Camp for Hounds of John Ludovar banner man member of the Haense Royal Army “I do believe that i have the lower class of Reza in mind when i run for tribune, for i have lived among them, will continue to live among them, and have their bests interests at heart. I jus wanna make Reza even better than it already was.” Signed-- Forrest Cooke

IGN: Cheezzy_Hubert (soon to be changed to Cheezzy_Garlik) Character Name: Forrest Cooke Age: 36 Place of Residence / Street Address: alexandria Street 4 Position: Tribune