Monkey

MC Name: monkeymii
Character Name: Rulkug'Gorkil
Clan: Gorkil
Ranks/Positions: None/Shaman witchdoctor training
Timezone, preferably in GMT: GMT+1

Jutran sits back in his chair still wondering what mojo his Momo would always do to his Popo to amuse her so much and make him look so gobsmacked... He waited for his brother to finish his meal, fidgeting about atop the big wooden chair. Jarkan finished his meal and let out a loud burp. Jutran nudged his brother with his elbow and slowly they slid down from their chairs and said 'rulg Momo' in unison. They turned to eachother and walked over to the couch where 'maar' was sleeping. "Lat nub touch id" their Momo said to them as she noticed the boys sitting by her patient. They listened and merely sat talking amongst themselves.

"id am from oomie lands," Jarkan explained "agh id frum de 'cuss' clan me gruks."

"Maar'cuss?" Jutran exclaims, surprised. "mi grukked oomie nub hab clans"

"mi tu, bud dat win Momo blahed id; maar'cuss." Jarkan continues explaining.

"hmm.. Su wud am Id duin ere?" Jutran asks him.

"Momo am maykin id hosh fur Gragarn tu klomp me gruks..." Jarkan slowly replies, pieceing all the information he knows together.

"skah.. id am on mi hoshest seet..." Jutran sighs "led gu klomp in pit!"

Jarkan grins and gets up as the pile of blankets move. "Momo Id am muvin!" they both proclaim in sync as they grab their weapons and leave the house laughing amongst themselves, pushing eachother playfully.

Jutran and Jarkan run in through the door chasing one another, Jutran trailing a ball and chain behind him, Jarkan swing a branch around wilful making 'wooshing' sounds. They both see their parents sitting at the table and throw their weapons aside and take their places at the table both staring at their momo waiting for her to feed them.

As their Momo brings plates to them, Jutran notices the pile of blankets on the floor moving slightly. He nudges his brother and asks him "dah skah is dat..?"

"Dat am 'maar' me gruks.. id am oomie" Jarkan whispers back to him.

"Dah skah id duin I ur blarg..?" He asks him in a hushed tone.

Jarkan shrugs as Jutra puts two plates in front of their faces. The two cubs dig into their meals with their parents, Jutran keeps his eye on the human as he pours the plate of food into his mouth...

Varag fussed about his things moving crates full of redstone from his den to his new workshop behind the farm. It was a happy thought being able to finally work with some goblins on the same level of intelligence as him. The howl of wolves could be heard in the distance. Varag looked up to see the moon hanging silent above him. On his third trip he passed Jarkarll with Jutra on his shoulder, as Varag muttered 'Ug' Jarkarll merely pushed him out of the way and entered their house slamming the door shut. Varag sighed and carried on past him carrying a crate of his precious items...

He continued hauling redstone all through the night until it had all been moved, now that all of the red powder was gone he could actually see his old things in his chest. At the bottom of of one he found a bundle of rags holding a few items he held most dear; a burnt out redstone torch, a ragged doll and a pair of small metal cuffs.

The torch was the first ever torch he had found in a gutter in Sanjezel. He had almost forgotten the old world and memories came flashing back to him. He had used the torch to repeatedly shock his cousins and it brought him great amusement but when he matured a little he began discovering its true nature in how it can be used for the nations advantage. This one single torch is the reason he was the person he was, his knowledge came from studying this single torch and now it had been reduced to a stick with a clump of rock on the end... Just like the others, it was nothing special.

The doll was given to him by his first 'step' Momo in the early days of her being in the war nation. He had torn the head off and one of the arms was missing. It had began to rot by now and it fell apart as Varag held it in his hands. He turned to the fire and threw it in. She never understood orcish cubs anyway. It sizzled for a while and then burned in the fire.

Now the cuffs had come a long way. These were the cuffs that his father found him in when he was just a boy. Varag was the son of Mogroka and an elven mistress of his. When she became pregnant Mogroka banished her to the desert. She stumbled through the desert and was found by a caravan of humans. They took her in and fed her. She gave gave birth to a small baby goblin the next day and the humans all stood around frightened. His mother died giving birth to him and the humans treated Varag like scum for 8 long years. He always wore a pair of metal cuffs and was chained to the back of one of the caravans. He finally got away from them by breaking the chain of the caravan in the night and silently slaughtering the humans as they slept. He traveled through the desert some time til he was spotted by an Orc on the walls of the Gorkil town. He was met by Mogroka whoes features matched and took him in as his son knowing who he was.

So he had come a long way through his life he thought. He threw the torch into the fire and hung the cuffs up on the wall. As he continued rummaging through his possessions he found a small sack of cocoa beans that he had been meaning to give to Jutra in thanks for all her food. He hung the sack over his shoulder and made his way to Jutra and jarkarlls Burrow as he came down the steps the pitter patter of steps could be heard above their burrow... He looked up rest the sack on the ground and went up for a closer inspection. A wolf stood their tearing one of the farms sheep apart, it looked up at Varag and darted towards him, jumping on him and causing him to fall back off the edge on to the sack of bean beneath them. The sack exploded and the wolf gnawed at Varags arm as he tried to find his dagger at his belt. He pulled the dagger out and slashed at the wolfs belly. Both of their blood was all over them and Varag kicked the wolf up and attempted to run to his house but the wolf made a last final attempt to kill him and jumped towards him. He turned and, wide eyed, fell back as the wolf fell ontop of him, limp. He pushed the wolf off slowly, the dagger was lodged in its throat. He didn't realise how hurt actually was, his left arm and shoulder were torn open and blood poured out of him.. it was the dead of night and no one came when he called so he began slowly dragging himself to his house. He fell down the stairs and lay at thr bottom of the house breathing heavily. He look about his bedroom and pulled himself up the wall to hit the secret button hidden in the wall. The bed ed apart and he continued through sealing the passage behind him. He came to the work table and pulled himself up to the chair where he regularly came to draw in his diary. He closed his eyes contemplating life. He slid of the chair and awoke for a second. He pulled himself up once more and threw all of his papers off of his table and pulled himself onto it.

So there he lay... bleeding... forgetting... dying...

okay so i made a few edits to the Faithful x32 texture pack to compliment our Shamans.

Tell me what you think of of the staffs i made ( They're only small edits i know)

Wood Staff:

Stone Staff:

Iron Staff:

Gold Staff:

Diamond Staff: (not really shamanistic)

Just a quick edit i made to an existing image of calcifer from Howls moving castle.

So here is Onibi, Rulkugs spirit.

This is him in his lesser form, a ball of fire with glowing yellow orbs for eyes

After Mogroka had found his son possessed the gift he immediately took him to the hand of Krug. Rulkug had never been there before but had heard stories of how amazing it was from many other orcs. They started their journey the morning of Rulkugs nightmare. He silently followed his father through the deserts to a large barren cliff. He stood in awe as he slowly looked up and down the cliff realising it was a giant stone arm holding its palm to the sky. Mogroka led him around the cliff to a small opening which lead to a narrow stairwell, looking up the stairs he could see nothing but he trusted his Popo so followed he followed his dark figure up the thousands of steps. They finaly came to a doorway which Mogroka placed his hand on and after saying a few words in a language Rulkug didn't recognise, the stones standing in the way slowly parted letting sunlight pour into the stairwell. Mogroka lead Rulkug out onto the open palm of Krug. The crisp, cold air hit Rulkugs face, making him feel as fresh as he ever had. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His body chilled from the inside out and as he exhaled a cloud of vapour escaped his mouth.

He looked up to see his Popo waiting for him in what was the only structure on the giant structure. A small shrine containing different ores and materials. Rulkug stepped into the shrine and looked around puzzeled. "Sit" said Mogroka. Rulkug sat across from his looking at his Popo as he scattered some objects about them. "Close latz peeperz." he told Rulkug. After closing his eyes he heard his Popo say the strange words again and after he had finished Rulkug opened his eyes to what he thought was the strange dream world he had seen last night in his nightmare. Turning around all he saw was black but this time his Popo was smiling in front of him. "We un spirit realm nuw" he said as he stood up. As Rulkug followed suit and stood up, grass appeared beneath him, then trees, then the beautiful blue sky. "This am where lat find latz first spirit." He briefly explained what the spirit meant and what it did. He then explained to him that he must now go and look for his spirit, when he finds 'the one' he will know.

Mogroka then took his arm and lead him through the trees but as they followed the gravel path, something caught his eye... a bright light was shining through the trees and for some inexplicable reason Rulkug started to run to it. Closer and closer, brighter and brighter... the light began to burn his eyes as he came to a cave cut into a mountain wall. His Popo finally caught up to him out of breath, they stood in awe at the bright orange light being emitted from the cave. A low grumble began to sound and grew louder and louder until the ground began to shake. The light grew even brighter than before and a powerful heat scorched both their flesh, the rumble drowned out all other noise until fire shot out of the cave in a massive blast. "Who disturbs me, Onibi spirit of sunfire!?", a tall humanoid figure stood infront of them made completely of yellow fire, his whole body engulfed in a raging inferno of red and orange flame. His face had no features other than two glowing bright yellow orbs set in the center of its round head. Rulkug stood in awe at the fire spirit and roared at him. His Popo handed him a staff made of carved oakwood, telling him to take the spirit. Rulkug lifted the staff to the spirit and the fires engulfed his whole body, he roared again as the Spirit laughed and its body slowly entered the tip of the staff.

All that was left at the end of the process was his small round head and the two glowing yellow orbs on it. "I am Onibi. Spirit of sunfire. I serve you Rulkug'Gorkil", he said this as his head slowly shrunk and entered the tip of the staff with the rest of his body. The spirit had left the staff scorched and cracked towards the upper quarter. It was hot to touch and hissed and cracked just like a campfire would.

His Popo smiled at him as he sat down and closed his eyes. Rulkug followed his actions and sat down closing his eyes. He slowly began to feel the crisp air of Krugs hand on his body again and as he expected, upon opening his eyes he found himself in the small shrine atop Krugs hand.

OOC: okay once again this is laid out terribly and probably riddled with spelling and grammatical errors. I am going to, once again, finish this and edit it tomorow on my pc as this is being written on my phone directly into the forum. Once again please comment on my writing, I accept criticism with open arms.

and quick note this whole story was rp'd ingame ;D

(Some pointers, orcs dont show there magic outright, in publice, they dont use there mojo to defend themself. (I well explain more latter)

((i've been trying to learn about it from you OOC and ic for the last 2 days but nooooo Lol you're waaay to busy for meee, Lol its okay I understand))

"Nub!", Rulkug screamed at Nugbu, that was Varags mask he had found in the pond moments earlier and now trying to fit in his abnormally large mouth... "Me hab id! Geb id tu me!" he continued shouting at his brother. Nugbu eventually gave up trying to fit the muddy piece of metal in his mouth and threw it back into the pond, "Nub!" Rulkug dived into the pond retrieving the small mask and surfacing at the other side of the pond. The mask meant something to him. He loved his older brother, Varag, very much and knew he should look after the piece for him.

After spending a few hours looking for his brother he finally found him working on a large machine in the valley. "Rulkug found latz mask Varag!", he said to him but he seemed to be busy with the machine. "Varag!?" Rulkug roared, Varag waved his hand at him, signalling for him to leave so Rulkug went on his way. Rulkug wondered what he should do with the mask. He couldn't throw it back in the pond where Nugbu found it, it didn't belong there. It belonged on the face of a bub'hosh Orc. So he did what he must... he raised the mask to his face and slowly clipped the locks on the back together. He looked at his reflection in the pond... 'me peep hosh' he thought. He decided to go see his Popo, Mogroka, and show him his mask but when he found him he was busy attending to Rex problems... so he decided to show his Momo, mirabelle, but when he found her she was busy playing with sand and fire mojo. He was amazed at her abilities as being a young cub, he had never witnessed the use of, what she called, 'mojo' before. She hummed to herself as she sat in the smooth desert sand repeatedly taking handfuls of sand and turning them into oddly shaped glass sculptures. He took his own handful of sand and copied her hand movements but nothing happened. He didn't want to disturb his mother so he decided to head home after noticing how long he had actually been sat there, entranced by the beauty of his mothers abilities.

He got back to the cubbies den and smiled at all of his brothers and sisters laying in the leathers. He took refuge between Nugbu and Grung, covering himself in a blanket at the same time. "J-Jutra me n-neb c-c-cukies!" Nugbu muttered beside him. He smiled at the thought of Nugbu and Jutra together but he knew Jarkarll had become very close to her recently, 'poor Nugbu' he thought, 'at least he nub ged fat frum tuu many cuukies.' he joked to himself as he pulled the blanket over his face and snuggled up into the leathers. That night he dreamed of him and his Momo and Popo. He dreamt they were on a cloud and Popo was throwing him in the air and catching him. He always had Popo... his Momo walked with them hands behind her back, she laughed as Mogroka played with him. He truly had a good family and lived a happy life... but then as his father threw him into the air fro the third time, he wasn't there to catch him. Rulkug fell and fell until there was nothing left around him but black. He noticed he was no longer tumbling but standing on what seemed to be... nothing. He looked around and saw his Popo slowly appear around him cradling him. His Popo then lifted him into the air and a loud, piercing screech started sounding from all around. "Popo?" Rulkug roared. Strange ghostly figures of orcs began appearing all around and started floating around them in a circle... Rulkug sat atop his Popos hands as the figures then screamed loud as ever and flew straight into him. A searing pain was felt in the back of his head and the only thing he could see was the colour green. "Lat shall lern tu blah web mojo! Until den latz nub blah ad all!", Mogroka roared at the cub. Rulkug roared but his roar died away to a pathetic exhale of air.

He jumped up out of his leathers still feeling a pain in the back of his head. He attempted to wake Nugbu but he couldn't speak. He felt no words in his throat only air leaving it... what was he to do? Was it a dream or a vision? He went to look for his Popo in the palace and after finding him and his Momo lying asleep in bed, he decided to wake them... after many failed attempts at trying to wake them by jumping on them, he then attempted to wake them by clapping loudly... after walking up the bed to their heads he swung his hands outwards, getting ready to clap, he closed his eyes and swung them powerfully together. His parents awoke but not because of the clap... to his amazement Mogroka was rolling around on the floor on fire and Mira was hurriedly rushing to his aid with a bucket of water. "WUB DAH SAKAH LATZ DUIN RULKUG?!" Mogroka screamed at him. "BLAH NUW!", he continued when Rulkug replied with what seemed like a deep exhale. Mogroka struck Rulkug and as he sat tearing up it began to rain heavily on the balcony outside. Rulkugs eyes glowed bright green as he stoop up wiped his eyes and looked his Popo in the eyes. He knew could use Mojo now he could feel it running in his blood. He clenched his fists and struck his Popo in the chest causing a small explosion of fire to knock him back a few steps "Hurhur! latz am lernin Mojo? Whu am lernin tu lat? Momo?", Mogroka smiles gesturing at Mirabelle. Rulkug shakes his head. Mogroka continues saying list of people who have the gift and one by one Rulkug shakes his head at them. "Why lat nub blah Rulkug? Blah tu me nuw whu found latz gift?", Mogroka asks him. Rulkug simply shrugs his shoulders and points at his throat and shakes his head. "Lat nub blah? why?", Mogroka asks him. Rulkug shakes his head and snaps his fingers creating sparks. "dats bub'hosh Rulkug , lat am hosh web mojo !" Mogroka stayed up the rest of the night showing Rulkug new things to do with Mojo and testing his new found abilities...

OOC: I don't know how to end it really, mainly because it relies on my characters actual long term story and I'm really sorry about the errors and layout ill edit on my pc tomorow [Edited] I'm just writing this on my phone.... also please comment on my story telling I would like to know how good I am, thanks.

I am ALSO a goblin.. there are a few others but ill let them reply themselves

((MC name)): monkeymii

Name: Yazgurtan Varag'Gorkil

Clan (If you have one): Gorkil

Subrace: Goblin

Age: 28

Work: (None)

Current Residence: Rex's Palace in Sanjezal

OOC:

We had a short discussion yesterday about skin colour and what I believe we (basically) agreed on was that it depends on where your character was from or is mainly at, for instance my characters bio states he is working with redstone underground, out of the sun. So he is a lighter green colour but of course other variations like how I personally picture a cave Orc as light brown and a war barren Orc to be a darker shade of green

(need to finish post cut short)

OOC:

Well after seeing the response I have in this I am going to have to take someone's suggestion and make the town open for everyone seeing as there 2 goblins from the look of it XD

Just a test with my Blawharag model and Cinema 4D:

Link to thread about my video's diary thingy:

Varag was last seen carrying a boat to shore of sanjezel. He has since been found to have run away. A single note was found in his basement which reads:

'I have had enough of this favouritism between me and my two new brothers and have decided to leave Krugmar for good. All my possessions here in my basement are left to Yahgy as they are rightfully his. Goodbye my brother orcs and good luck with the build of Sanjezel and fear not i will one day return, i hope.'

OOC:

So alot of stuff has come up out of no where... i feel i wont be able to spend alot of time on minecraft anymore. Sorry for this being so sudden and all but i have to go.

Yahgy has perms to all my chests so can take them.

Again sorry for leaving whilst i was in the middle of designing alot of crap :/

I might come on from time to time but as 'Hooded_Goblin' so yeah you wont know me and i will be back once ive got everything irl sorted out (If it does get sorted out)

even though i hav'nt told you the reason, please wish me luck. :')

Bye all i definately had alot of fun on this server

Nice story. I liked especialy how you make the undead break his own artifact XD I pictured that so well. I just don't get the last 2 paragraphs, is there something missing?

Father what role will us goblins play in wars... ? I find myself good with a bow but I like to help the big orcs also by givin dem food and equipment.

OOC

Maybe introduce a support title :)

Hmm... Me be wonderin what to build on de piece of land de wizard be givin me soon...

Varag looks down into the sand scratching his head.

Have you got any ideas?

Ooc: so I'm gonna donate another $50 and get my diamond package but I don't know what to use the land for.. just asking for ideas.. it could be anything, I have enough stuff in Krugmar

So this is our Livestream:

The War Nation of Krugmar <------ Link

and basicaly it will be used to show things off like, Events, Wars, Designs and Orc Gameplay in general.

Currently the Production team consists of:

-Me/ Varag

-Eltyer/ Gezmar

-GuhdarN/ Krink

There will be alot more people and alot of people who will be able to just use the cam.

If you want to use the cam put your name here and a little explanation of what and why you need the cam for and why you think you could have that responsibility.

Over the coming days me (and krink) will improve the look of the livestream page.

i put in brackets cos im not sure yet if hes dedicated to it :3

Where All De Goblins Be..?!

OOC:

lol 2 of us so far and were the creators fun ^^....

and nedlud ur character is too dumb for me to literaly understand (good rp) so what i think you mean is can you help with the build? in which case, Yes you can

EVERYONE CAN HELP BUILD, BUT ONLY GOBLINS CAN LIVE

That would be a witch elf. Though orc females may be as good at fighting Your story would make more sense with dark elves seeing they usually are dominated by females and would send the men in first as fodder.

not talking about the whole picture just what she is wearing and its not sposed to be a story just a cinematic action scene showing them off i guess...

I hope you guys arent confused with what i mean when I say 'half naked' I literaly mean them wearing what I depict as female battle armor. Eg..

I hope this isn't too much...?

Also my friends skin is a lot like this but its a human one and i know her outside of minecraft so she's not a 40 year old guy and she thinks her skin is great

K so in the coming weeks... maybe months, im gonna make reckreation style of videos showing the orcs being badass.

One idea amongst many I had was to try and bring girl characters to our nation. My idea of trailer was loads of guy orcs led by gorefang and mogroka charging intto tons of mobs spawned by undead behind the horde. So ofc they hack and slash until they are over whelmed and it seems hopeless but then lightning strikes on a hill behind them and a group of half naked Orc girls are standing there wielding axes far to great for their size. So then ofc, que epic music, the girls charge into the horde with awsum speed and slash everything to pieces and then it ends with them doing that stupid cliche ending where they jump towards the undead and it freezes just before they meet.

What do you think?

Me be Varag and i be co-ordinating the build of the Sanjezel sewers. Us Goblins be buildin ourself's a town down dere and be settin dem sewers up wit traps so any Krug forsaken nomads or shaman tries to hurt us where we be livin den he be hurt imself.

Me be askin any Goblin to sign ur name here so i can be gettin an idea of de size de town is gonna be.

OOC:

K so im monkey and me and moondoggy are in charge of the goblin sewer project. He'll be in charge of managing it and I'm here to design it.(as IC my character is only a kid)

basicaly in my wall of text bio (that ill post when I get back from holiday) Varag returns from the desert to his father The warlord mogroka who is disgraced to see his only son is a goblin. Varag tries to get approval from his father but fails. Then he goes on to find out his love for redstone and his great understanding of it. He hides his redstone in a large sewer chamber and eventually builds a shack there which he calls his clubhouse (exclusive to friends) Goblins keep joining the club until more buildings are built... and u get the point.

So then varag pulls a stunt in front of all of sanjezel and then is accepted by his father. Lots of hugs, kisses and all that crap are made and in turn the goblins become more respected as a people and so The Goblin Revolution begins

But firstly this post is just so i can get an idea of the amount of other goblins out there and also a few other things:

-I need a town name (IMPORTANT!!!)

-I need ideas of the sort of buildings in the town

Personaly I like the name redfall but it sounds to human and I would also like to say i will open a guild of redstone engineers who will help.me wire the countless things in sanjezel

And if sultan goes through with his whole 'Cracken' idea... I'll need a lot of help with that haha...

Definately with the gates, i was actually talking to mogroka about kind of the same idea but with a large courtyard and dispensers but the actual double gated gatehouse is a much better idea af would be more practical to wire up.

And I'm also not sure about the cacti or lip idea.

firstly the cacti.could be a large eye sore

Also the lip doesnt make a diference as spiders cant climb sandstone

Edit. I to say that using the cacti on a small scale could work. Me and someone on the ts (yahgy I think) discussed making places that looked welcoming to people seigimg but then would contain trap such as endless sand drops which are real easy to make. And cactus zig zags would help direct enemis to these places