Gentlerain72986

Deep in the city of krug, a select few ungri clan members would convene at the maw shrine, iezz the redkap, Urzug'Ungri the second in command, the legendary angel slayer and leader of the clan drekur Ungri, they stayed near the entrance holding off outsiders that would dare intrude upon the sacred happening. iezz worked tiressly at fiery molten forge creating a crude abomination against metal working. Tuwak Ungri the first butcher...the child of the wild sat near the shrine gazing into it as she mumbled to herself her scarred wild visage seeming content as she threw various descendant parts into the maw. As tuwak sat looking over the bloodied gnashing teeth, she would nod as if she was listening to it....seeming pleased with what she was about to do. Finally the behemoth would stand to her feet she would turn to the little brothers that had made it to the scene. As her one bloodshot eye skimmed over the scene, she would raise her mace hand to the sky showing off it grisly rusted glory to those around. Drekur would let out a pleased grunt as he walked into the room "TUWAK...WHY HAZ LAT KALLED UZ HERE?" he seemed to question lightly as tuwak lowered the ball of jagged spikes bolted to her wrist. Tuwak finally spoke giving her chest a firm THUMP with her hand, "BRUDDAHZ!!!! DAH MAW GUIDZ UZ....ET FEEDZ UZ!!!" Tuwak would pause letting out a snarl as she skimmed the crowd of cheering ologs "WE RELIZH DAH ZOUND OF DAH MAW......AGH DUBDEY TUWAK FEEDZ DAH MAW!!!!...." drekur would seem a bit more confused crossing his scarred arms but nodding at tuwaks zealotry. Meanwhile iezz tuwaks redkap battle partner would began hammering away at the creation he was forming..."DUBDEY TUWAK GIVEZ OLOG GRIZH TUW DAH MAW" tuwak would look to drekur a pleased look on her visage meeting a angry snarl plastered on drekurs face, before he could speak tuwak would reach up to her jaw, grasping her bottom lips and the flesh surrounding her jaw. Tuwak would look over the stunned group of ologs, hoping to gain the mass favor with this act....she would let out a roar as she began pulling downwards upon her lip with her strength feeling the pain as she pulled the flesh away from her jaw stretching it. She would close her eye as her face began to scrunch and writhe, the tender flesh began tearing away, she would let out a series of roars as tears and bloody drool drenched her visage, she would hunch over as she continued tearing the flesh from her jaw bone. She would take one look back to the crowd before her, she would close her eye as she tightened her grip and jerked her back tearing the flesh from her mouth and jaw clean off! She would howl in pain as she smashed her mace hand into the wall behind her "TUWAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKK" she would yell in a pained botched manner. As she leaned over the maw shrine she would look to her pound of flesh, trying to savor the moment of zealotry before flailing into bloodlust, she would drop the flesh into the maw, before turning towards the crowd roaring and charging towards it her primal screeching and beastial movements tearing the building asunder, she turned towards the small goblin iezz, who had finished his crude piece lifting it up, unaware of the raging tuwak behind him, she drew close raising her mace into the air, before SMACK! drekur had intercepted the racing priestess bashing her in the head with a large rock! Tuwak would stumble backwards as she fell against the floor passing out due to both blood loss and a new head wound As drekur pinned tuwak down iezz would quickly move over to the wounded olog before him he held an iron jaw steaming and glowing hot with jagged crude teeth and grizzly bolts , he would slowly bring it towards tuwaks face as she began to pass out....Tuwak had truly shown her zealotry....

Silence.....for almost 10....long....years...the sorvian rowen had been in silence. Rowen had left all civilization, he had left his birth home...his father...his first partner....his people. voices swirled in his wooden skull, his face a void of all emotion, as he said farewell to his brothers....for 10 long years he walked, he typically took many short breaks to ponder of the things in his life....his purpose, why he was made, why the world treated him and his kind with malice.... But he did not feel sorrow...he felt nothing but...curiosity, and with this curiosity buzzing behind his mask, he took his many years of experience..and set off. He was clothed in his redshroud robes, he bid farewell to his dear friend and brother julian, to itulan who was like a father to him, to fire ender and wavemaker. he grabbed julians lower set of hands in his, clutching them tightly, "I shall return julian....i promise" he would say in his gentlemen like tone...he always said these words before departure...but, did he mean them this time?....He was unsure of his future, and weary of his past, he turned away from his tribe, and set off. for two years he walked, the weather conditions terrible the winds beat against his clay flesh, battering it with dull feelings, yet he kept walking. He found a ravine far from any signs of civilization, he surveyed it, simply observed its surrounding....it was of mud and clay, it felt.....homely. The whole journey he thought of nothing but the people he had left behind, he felt tinges of sorrow, he thought of home...the tanilla sapling....his people and the people he had encountered. He pondered on all of this as he made his way, trudging deep into the pit of clay and mud "hmm filthy...yet....calming..." he said to himself as he dug his clay toes into the earth feeling the trudging and squishing moisture between his toes. He thought of how he once served a family as a butler....how he thought himself subservient to mankind....how the tribe of sorvians that had found him earlier in his life, set him free. All of these thoughts swirled in his head, deeper and deeper....he sunk into the muck, before kneeling down into it, placing his hands in front of his chest, and forming his fingers into a prism like cup....here his mind began to numb, "w-will i be back...." he said to himself dozens of times as he tried to focus, his thoughts whirled towards anger...sadnesss..gleee...and jealousy. The thoughts and memories battled with each other, he wished to stop them, how he hated them, how they would scream and claw at one another. He shouted....he pleaded until he grew dormant. Trapped amongst his mind the years flew by, he was unaware of the passing time, feeling as thought his very being was being chipped away, trapped in torment....trapped in his mind. Time passed until....he could feel the stinging....the pain.....for the first time in 10 years of being gone, he could see, he could hear, he could feel once more. Had he truly sat there....all this time? his vision was obstructed, his body was cracked and wet, he heard the sloshing of water, the grumbling of toads and the screeching of birds. He tried to move but was held down by various roots and vines that had grown and wove around him strangling his form. He struggled! he pulled against them, the vines held strong, he looked around surveying what he could see, strands of long mossy red hair grew from his head, and lower part of his face. "w-what is this? what happened to me!" He questioned himself as he continued struggling. He looked down towards his hands they had sunk into the muck and hardened within the clay. He pulled with all of his might, this swamp would not devour him! he wouldnt let it!, as he pulled the vines began giving way, snapping and falling off as he struggled against them, with one strong pull and a loud CRACK! he had freed his left hand, looking to it as 2 fingers were claimed by the hardened ground, he felt the dull pain coursing over his hand, he slowly closed his remaining digits, he brushed at the strands of what appeared to be long tufts of thick red hair that grew into a dirty mop on his head, he surveyed his right arm, it was nearly detatched from the weathering and pecking of fish and creatures. "oh dear...." he mumbled as he braced himself, with a swift jerk of his shoulder SNAP!, he had freed his upper arm from his hand and forearm which had been consumed by the hard earth and began crumbling in the mucky water surrounding him "arrhhhh...." he grunted, as he looked down towards his legs, they hadnt yet been completely swallowed by the young swamps hungry grasp, he slowly lifted himself from the ground, his legs cracked his dear valued robes once pristine, now sullied and rotten, revealing most of his body, which was battered and crusty from the waters and muck that he has marinated in for these 10 years. He looked to the waters peering at his reflection, a scraggly filthy form peering back at him. he shakingly combed through his new locks and facial hair of red mats, he looked around faintly, his body full of pain and his image sullied, he heard something "ROWEN...." he jumped looking around, whose their? "ROWEN...IT...IS TIME", Rowen placed his mutilated hand to his mask "who am i...w-who are you" their was silence for a few minutes, before he heard the voice once more "I AM YOU....YOU ARE ME....TOGETHER....WE ARE US....IT IS TIME" Rowen shook his head, flinging mud from his hair, his thoughts began to scour as his memories where played once more in his head, he instinctively began trudging out of the water wandering aimlessly, as he answered the very words he said long ago, a maddening tone to his voice "I-im going home...." (OOC)- Hey everyone! im sorry this is so long, ive never really done a forum post and i kind of just let my imagination run with about 2 hours of sleep. i hop eyou all enjoy, i hope to get better in the future thanks!

Tuwak the butcher priest of the maw, would be standing in front of the great maw, a large and plump bird would be hanging by its neck in her massive hand struggling. Tuwak would bellow out laughter as she held the bird over the maw. All of the sudden a goblin would run into the shrine interupting the ritual of sacrifice. The behemoth would turn towards the goblin, nostrils flaring as she tightened her grip on the bird, WUUUUUUUB DUZ LAT WUNT??? she would say angrily. The goblin would hold up a piece of a torn out page, reading to the massive behemoth, before being kicked out of the shrine into the city streets. She would let out a groan as she looked back towards the bird, grinning. DIZ ZHULD BE HOZH HUR HUR HUR!!!" ending the ritual with a satisfying crack of the birds neck- NUB VOICE EN OWAH EAR BUT THE MAW!!!.

Tuwak would be munching on her daily meal of stones and raw meat, she would hear the news of the undead attack....Needless to say she was not happy, she would raise her fist into the air smashing it onto the pile of stones and meat sending blood and pebbles everywhere as it make a disgusting squishing sound.With that she would unhinge her jaw releasing the mighty roar of WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH FLAT DAH NUB'DED TUWRN DEM ENTU GRUB UNTEL DEY IZ ULLL GUNE!!!!!