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Officer Grudgebeard watched over the Orcs during the raid, lending spiritual energy to ensure victory for Krugmar. 

Officer Grudgebeard has found and disabled the bomb. "Easier than I thought it'd be."

OOC

MC Name: ryno2

Discord: ryno#7390

Timezone: EST

RP

RP Name: Officer Grudgebeard

Age: Unknown

Ethnicity: Unknown

Do you have any experience in combat?: Power Level Unknown

Officer Grudgebeard's hands start shaking and his eyes start twitching after he hears about the elven death march. He quickly pulls on his old ghillie suit and sprints toward Fort Stronk to aid in the defense.

a win is a win

Officer Grudgebeard, seeing the victorious raiders parade through the streets of Kal'Tarak, hastens to renovate the city's defenses, anticipating a counter-raid.

dreeks first event character

no

Tahmas sent me to "the void" as a joke, turns out he put me in the ET build world 

Found some vineyard build floating in there, got a bunch of quality vintage wines

Even found the old event build from Athera that Kal'Omith was based on

Full haul after I was done exploring

The aftermath

Naughty scottish boy griefs private minecraft server

Good screeny of old Kal'Omith church hall

Old Kal'Omith city square (before urguan ruined the city)

The "Ni'gor District" of old Kal'Omith

Old Kal'Omith throne hall

Officer Grudgebeard is born

Grudgebeard in action

Imperial loyalists detonate explosives under a road during a siege by the Coalition (no Coalition casualties thanks to a Courlandic bomb-sniffer)

Quality meme

Grudgebeard finds a new deputy after fighting in a warzone (racism warning)

The inner city of Kaz'Ulrah

Rudok Longmane lays one last offering at the statue of Belka before leaving for Atlas

Bogdun Goldhand continues planning the next Dwarf city, making plans for possible Norlandic refugees in the future. 

((i dont know why you guys make these posts then get into 'rp conversations' in the comments that inevitably devolve into ****-slinging that might as well be ooc, it isn't healthy since from what i've seen it only serves to increase ooc hostility between players, because most people are attached enough to their characters that ic insults are taken as personal jabs, and at the same time some people use 'ic insults' as a veil to insult players directly))

add back the gold staff boomsticks from anthos and the fringe, make emeralds the ammo

Officer Grudgebeard broods on his absence from the heist, scanning the floating village for weaknesses beneath its shadow. 

Gror Blackfist takes his rest after waiting so long to fulfill his grudge, reverting back to his Officer Grudgebeard personality for the time being. 

Gror Blackfist finds the biggest such paper, tacks it on a public board, and writes under it in red ink for everyone in Kaz'Ulrah to see:
 

Pray for Urguan, they need it more than we do.

Gror Blackfist approaches the cloud temple open forum poster-board and circles part of Tharggus' reply in red ink:
 

1 hour ago, Tharggus said:

In this way you have angered them all.

Below it, he scribbles a reply in his usual laconic manner:

"Then why are we winning?"

Gror adds another picture to his photographic catalog of the war.

One shot. Another. A third, a fourth, and soon enough the Imperial fortress' southwest tower had crumbled and allowed entry for the Coalition. While shock troopers from different Axis powers bounced atop the roof with ease, Gror Blackfist, personal guard to High King Verthaik Frostbeard, was content enough to provide troopers passage over the moat with his enchanted ice-boots. Until, at least, he saw Morug Goldhand and Gorum Frostbeard climb up, only to get beaten down by Imperial soldiers. Remembering his friendship with the two ancient Dwed, Gror lent his boots to an Axis trooper and clambered up the crumbling wall with his grappling hook. Once at the top, he swung his ugly black axe into the defending unit, penetrating their line and pushing deep toward the center of the fort. Finding himself surrounded and being worn down from every angle, he pulled back to the breach to recuperate, only to turn round and see the Imperial Fieldmarshal close at hand. On the craggy slope, with nowhere to turn, Gror and Aeternius fought a fierce duel of axe against blade, lasting only minutes. Even without the alchemical marvels that were granted to a few of his fellows, Gror emerged the victor, leaving Aeternius slumped against the rubble while he regrouped with his brothers.

Some time later, with the battle ended, Gror returned to the spot to find his opponent already stripped bare and coated in dust and soot from trampling soldiers. Standing over him, Gror wondered at the human's appearance - his large figure and stern, gray eyes lent him an air of authority and strength, but his smooth face and short hair gave him a vibrant and youthful look. He was beautiful, even in this state, and his men must have loved him, maybe even more than they loved their country. Gror sat with him for a time, staring at his mangled body, until the call of blowing horns spurred him back to his host, disturbing the Fieldmarshal's well-earned rest no longer.
 

Gror returned to his place by High King Verthaik's side and told tales to his fellow troopers of the bravery and heroism the Imperials and Urguanite Dwed displayed against impossible odds, but gave the greatest honor to the Fieldmarshal, who Gror decided was a worthy opponent after all. But, even after so honoring his enemy, the man's face still haunted Gror's dreams, forcing him to wake early every morning. And each day he looked to the horizon, still half-dreaming, all he could see, instead of the setting moon, was a gray and orange banner, as the Axis Coalition made the long march to Kal'Omith. 

Gror Blackfist scours the field in the late hours of battle, leading the major contingent of Coalition cavalry against stragglers and other leftovers. 

"Good day today."

Gror quickly draws a sketch of High King Verthaik Frostbeard upon telling him of Courland's return

Officer Grudgebeard gets up from the recliner in his retirement villa, waddling over to a sink and washing the brown dye from his beard. He takes off his aviator sunglasses for the first time in years. The face in the mirror pierces him with its thick black hair and piercing blue eyes. After a few hours of gathering his belongings, washing the dishes, sweeping the floors and taking out the trash, he grumbles one last thing before leaving for New Jornheim:

"Morug Goldhand is the only grand champion I ever knew."

hey this sounds pretty good so f-

1 hour ago, Hanrahan said:

We will not have sniper rifles and revolvers

nevermind

Officer Grudgebeard picks a newspaper off the front porch of his retirement villa early one morning, a mug of coffee in one hand and the crisp paper in the other. While reading the headline, a cold breeze bristles his bare legs, prompting him to fold the paper up and close the door. He shuffles over to sit in his easy chair by the hearth, and sets the mug in the recliner's built-in cupholder while kicking his feet up. Twiddling his fingers around the tip of his bushy mustache, he reads the paper and muses quietly:

"Times sure have changed." 

Daeron reminds random soldiers and passersby: "Don't misunderstand - Norland won because of Dunamis. If the Dwarves had outbid them last time, the Krag would be a zoo right now."

Daeron Culnamo mockingly remarks, "Dwarves don't need Dunamis to win." 

when did you first realize you were transgender