Ragnar'Trurlock

((Ragnar will attend the training whenever he is free, basically depending on if i have enough time to play LOTC.))

*Ragnar Signs his name by the 3* [[MC Name]] bouby99 Nayme: Ragnar'Trurlock'Gorkil

Ragnar knows of the blackmont and wishes to be involved in their chaos, so he tears the flesh of a human and gathers some ink. He then proceeds to dip the tip of his dagger into the ink and tattoo the skin with a message stating: "Mi iz Ragnar. Mi gruk ub latz urder agh mi wunt tu jyuin." He tears threw the skin with the dagger finishing up writing. "Mi wyll ged de 'ead uv any'ash lat wunt." He then lets the ink dry in the skin and sets his raven off with it to whoever shall recieve it.

MC Name: bouby99 Character Name: Ragnar'Trurlock Clan: Gorkil Ranks/Positions: Brute/Warrior Timezone, preferably in GMT: EST

[OOC]MC NAME: [OOC] bouby99 YOUR NAME: Ragnar'Trurlock'Gorkil WHAT NATION ARE YOU LOYAL TO, IF ANY: War Uzg YOUR RACE: Orc

Its a shame to lose such a good orc, i would've suggested just creating another side character like i have but its up to you. Farewell.

It was a good read, i like your thought on the guilds and such. Also i feel like the Orcs should have a strong and very unique religion, nothing like the ways humans, elfs etc. worship.

(I am not apart of the Gorkil clan anymore? :-()

OOC- -MC name*: bouby99 -Do you have a VA, and if no are you willing to make one?*: Yes I do. -Do you promise to obey to the OOC rules?*: Yes. -Do you have Skype? ((For communications sake))*: Yes. IC- -RP name: Ragnar’Trurlock’Gorkil -What do you wish to join as, why?: The Thorn, because Ragnar is a brute, as all orks are. He’s your perfect bandit, thief, killer whatever you want him to be because he is relentless and has a very hard time failing. Ragnars killed before and will kill again, as long as he gets proper coin and bed. -What can you bring to the Frozen Thorns, what are you skilled in?: I can bring my characters strength and will to kill. Ragnar is a brutal ork, scarred by his past wars, will not hesitate to follow any type of orders. He will risk his life for the safety of the guild and any ranking member in it. -Race and Sex: Ork, Male. -Do you swear to follow the rules of the Frozen Thorns? Refusing to do so will amount in your death.: Yes I do. -Do you have any previous or current loyalties?: I was a part of The Wolf Pack back in the day. Also other secret evil groups looking to bring world chaos. Situational RP Question ((Choose the one appropriate to the Rank you wish for.)) Thorn---You are given as mission to find and beat up the minister of a small village, for he has refused to pay taxes to you. Assuming Ragnar has been pointed in the direction of where this village is, Ragnar sets out with his axe in hand and sword on back. After a day’s travel he arrives. Ragnar looks about the small village realizing there are very few guards, he laughs to himself. “Dis w’yll bi tuu eezy!” He trots along to the nearest human and asks him a question. “Ware iz de minezter uv dis pla’ze?” He looks into the small humans eyes with an unwavering look on his face. The human mumbles “I—I – don’t know…” Ragnar lets out a loud snort and spits the snot onto his chest, then immediately grabs him by the throat. “Led mi blah diz ash moar ty’me. Ware de skah iz de Minezter!” The human jumps a little as the Orc shouts, losing breath from Ragnars strong grip. “He is.. He’s the next street over.. In the log house…” Barely getting the sentence off before Ragnar tosses him to the ground. The human scurries off. Ragnar moves to the next street to happily see the log house before his eyes. He moves to the door and knocks loudly. The minister cracks the door and reply’s “Who’s there?” Without wasting time Ragnar throws his body weight into the door knocking the minister to the ground. The minster knows why hes here and trys to crawl to his sword. But that was not fast enough. Ragnar moves to the side of him and with one hefty kick to his ribs he rolls over himself gasping for air. Ragnar is now standing over him and speaks to him “Ware de skah iz de goldiez ow’d tu uz!” The minster quivers in fear. Unsatisfied with the minister’s lack of guts, he grunts loudly and turns him onto his back. Before the minister could speak again Ragnar has already landed 2 solid punches to his jawline, dislocating it. He now weeps in fear and agony. But all Ragnar does is laugh. “Lat gun pay de goldiez nuw!” Ragnar now shouting. He drags the minister across the floor, “shuw mi ware de goldiez iz!” The minister raises his hand, shaking from the pain he points to a hung up painting. Ragnar lets go of him and lets him fall face first to the ground, he then removes the painting to see a hole in the wall with a large sum of minas in a bag. He removes it then proceeds to walk towards the door but turns and says “Rulg.” Before parting ways.

MC Name: bouby99 RP Name: Ragnar'Trurlock'Gorkil

Done.

I don't even have perms at all to the strigzoi besides my little blarg.

*Nods to Blaw keeping in his anger and walks scratching at his wound* Gug'ye.

*Grunts at the pain but sheds it off as blood falls to the ground* Lat wunt mi tu pruuve mi'selv? Hrm , mi wiel brng de 'eads uv aul de ordinaturs en salvus, agh mi flatten de keng ub hanseti wid eaze. *Scratches at his open wound* Lat gun led mi lebe nuw?

*Looks at the sword then back up at blaw* Lat wunt mi tu pud a scer un mi fer wunten tu halp pruutek de Rex? *Snorts loudly* Dats nubhosh agh juzz skahen stuuped. Mi wiel nub blah dat mi ib glob fer tryen tu halp de rex, skah dat mi honur stendz bud diz ib juzz dizhunerable. *Puts the end of the sword to his ribs then rips his arm upwards making blood fall to the ground and a large gash on his side pouring blood.*

*Glares at blaws eyes studying him* Ib lat wuunt tu gruk mi peeped hiem reeden ah nuut. *Looks to Acornlad then back to blaw* Mi peeped o'ber hiz shuuldars agh reed de nuut. LAt ib rite mi wuzz peepen ash ub de kheshig bud mi nub gruk hi wuzz kheshig til nuw. Mi den kam 'ere avter reeden dat nuut. Mi wuzz d'inken mi kuld halp bud ubviusly nub. bud enyweyz datz huw mi gud 'ere. *Begins laughing* HurHur gu aheed agh pud anoder scur un mi. Id wiel wuurk be'der fer mi any'weyz, id peepz chara'der ids beder fer robben skahz enyweyz.

*Laughs slightly* HurHur, blaw nub remembre mi? Lat ib de uruk dat maed mi ah gorkil, mi 'ad tu klomp de twiggie king. Mi nub spye dats nubhosh, ids nubhosh tu akyze mi ub dat tu. *Tilts his head backwards* Bud ib lat gunna flatten mi den pud dat zult d'rew mi jugular. Bud dat bi innozent uruk bluud un latz hendz.

*Looks to blaw then explains how he got the note* Hrm, mi peeped dis liddle huwlur runnen aruund wid diz nuut en hiz muuth. *Holds up the note* Su mi tuuk uut ah steek agh tuunted id wid id fer awile, avtur sum 'ours ub de huwlur runnen den comen bak mi grebbed ad de nuut maken id druup tu de gruund. Datz huw mi gud 'ere. Mi nub kheshig d'ough. *Turns his head to urara* Mi nub kheshig, bub ib lat wunt tu klomp wid mi datz hosh.

((Alright i will head there tomorrow.))

((Alright i might be on tomorrow not sure. If i am it will be late probably around 10pm? Or later. Let me know if you want me to contact you on the forums when i will be on.))

((does this mean im in?))

*A wolf drops a note before Ragnars feet, he picks it up and trots off with the head of a dead ordinator* *After a few days travel he arrives at the temple holding the rotted head* Hrm mi gud diz mezzage frum lat tu kom 'ere.