Kragnak

Add meh I guess: I was told Im now a Gorkil.. >_> I wanna do the RP for it though! IGN: Kragnak_Gorkil MC name: Ahkrael

Mc Name: Ahkrael Rp Name: Kragnak_Gorkil Skills: 100 Axe mastery, 85 lumberjacking, 7 wrestling Old Rank: Destroyer Battles/Wars you have partaken in: A bunch against Renatus, don't remember the specific battle names.

(So is Destroyer still a rank? That was my rank back in the Krughai)

((Well.... Guess I'm a Gorkil... Any chance I can keep my rank and get a enw house? Someone got my old one with all my good stuff. And hey again Austin!))

((Good news! Kragnaks back! but... my house is gone I guess... No more diamond equipment..))

Kragnak carves a few words into a a large hunk of wood, along with pictures. He then drops the hunk of wood right outside his home in the Strigzoi and wanders off towards the gate of the city, and leaves for the forests to the North. He carries nothing on his back, and only has but lumberjack axe tied to his side. The Note says "Me nub gid id. Me nub gid id... Me gu tu wuudz und dink abud wud me nub gid.." The pictures on the sides of this hunk of wood are crude drawings, which can be vaguely made out as sheep. ((My laptop that played Minecraft basically committed suicide on itself, so I doubt I'll be back anytime soon guys, but I promise to come back to play with the amazing orc community ASAP :P Don't forget me you guys that know me!! Enjoy LOTC))

Gotta agree with that one, killing them all seems more funny x)

Thanks for the feedback guys, :P

Below the Moon and the Stars of Asulon, a small camp fire billows smoke into the sky. Around this small fire is an endless sea of tree stumps as far as the eye can see. Kragnak, alone lumbers like an ox through the spotted plain towards his fire, carrying wood. Images and thoughts pass through his mind as he tosses chunks of wood into the fire, many blurred and faint. Kragnak plops into dirt beside the fire and beside his wood cutting axe, like a cub does when it is tired of attempting to walk. Rubbing his eyes, he mutters something under his breath. “Whu am me?” Staring into the fire, Kragnak reminisces the first day he remembered. Kragnak had woken up under an apple tree, a gaping hole in his chest oozing out his lifeblood. Around him all he could see was flattened grass and trees. A crude looking sword lay a few feet away from him, with blood on it. Was it his blood? He had no recollection of anything, where he was, what he had been doing, he had not even known his own name. The next thing Kragnak remembered he had tried to lean over and grasp the sword, his hand shakily clutching for it. Pain shot through his body from his chest wound, as he began to lean. Kragnak then had fallen onto his side, and let out a roar of pain. His face landed next to the wicked looking curved sword made of stone. He had noticed something etched into the hilt of the sword.. it looked like the name “Kragnak”. The word became imprinted into his being, his soul. He took the word as his name, the only thing he could clutch for to give him a sense of.. sentience. Kragnak remembered little about the rest of his ordeal, he recalled limping through the woods as a wounded bear would, he had reached a home… taken bandages, eaten raw pig flesh, until he had reached a stump filled plain, the exact one he was in now. The Shaman Boss Nel Thok had been his first contact with another orc, another being. He was generous and kind to Kragnak, had brought him into the refuge of the Strigzoi. Kragnak was so glad he could repay the Shaman through work as a lumberjack. Simple enough work, for a simple enough orc. Realizing he is slacking at his job, Kragnak gets up, picking up his crude wood cutting axe and walks off in search of more trees to climb and chop down. ((Lemme know what you guys thought of it so far, it’s my first attempt at writing something about Kragnak! Maybe not my last depending if people enjoyed it.))

My god... couldn't stop reading when I started,

((Me likey, perhaps next time I see a goblin I'll insult it for being small, hehe.))

Me nub knuw wy da uddah uruks wunna bee diffurnt culurs.. Green iz 'bub'hosh!

*Looks at the blood all across the Name board, and tries to decipher it. Kragnak then mutters to himself while gently caressing some wool. Me nub reed.. bud Me dinks sum per-zon tuk me name uff dah bourd!! Nub Faer!! *Kragnak then begins to stroll up to bed, still petting the bundled wool like it was a coveted object*

((The let there be more skirmishes? make a new War Claim and skirmish away, reject this one))

When I first heard this idea; I thought: "GOD NOT CAT PEOPLE.. I can't take this that's... terrible.." When I actually read your lore and everything; "Okay, Kharajyr are pretty freaking cool.." Lesson learned: Don't judge a cat race by it's "fur". You're lore is outstanding and I love the whole transformation thing, it makes the Kharajyr so much more interesting!

((Too bad Kragnak's too dumb to realize he needs to socialize with you more so he gets food ^_^))

((Well, thanks for clearing that up then))

((Tell me if I'm wrong, but he's pretending to be a monk wearing a robe.. I don't think you can tell what nation he's from, you just know he's a userper..))

((why do these attacks seem to be happening faster than every 4 days..))

I say that any villain that has a ban report made against them and is found guilty of metaing or No Rp killing IMMEDIATELY loses their VA, no exceptions. I've seen quite a few ban reports where the villain doesn't lose their VA, and just simply is given a warning.. Another suggestion I've got is to give villains a nerf. Have a mod made that restricts Diamond armor usage on villains, leaving them all other armor types to wear. (Leave them diamond weapons, that seems fair to me) To me, that seems fair. As I've been robbed enough times to feel the horrible RAGE when an unarmored villain walks up to you, equips diamond armor in front of you, says 3 words, and takes your money. Just a question, why do bandits wearing diamond armor need minas..? That seems to contradict the whole "I'm a poor bandit" thoughts that run through my mind.

((I think I've seen orcs hitting your wolfies for fun, it's pretty annoying I'm sure.. I'd hate to have that happen to me. I just stand next to them and RP pet them ^_^)) Me nub tuch dem me guess.. but dey so... soft.. me like da softies. Hurr hur.. soft.. *walks off towards the gate of the city in search of "soft things"*