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Name: Tungtor Nazwarg’Braduk Nicknames: Nazzaz Age: 39 Gender: Male Race: Uruk Status: Alive Description Height: 8ft’4 Weight: 265 pounds~11% body fat Body Type: Mesomorph- Naturally fit and gains muscle with ease. Hard to gain fat and has broad shoulders in comparison to hips. Eyes: Green Hair: Red. It is pulled out however. Skin: Light yellowish green. Markings/Tattoos: Scar on his eye from his first war, the first attack on Talerith. Health: Incredibly healthy physically. His aesthetics is top notch, but his mental state is troubling. The recent loss of his father, someone who had seemed to live for an eternity has damaged him. Personality: To most orcs, Tungtor is respectful and willing. However, he has a burning hatred for orcs of the clan Ugluk. This is because during the rebellions the Ugluks left the Braduks for dead, and in a state of no return. During this time, clan Braduks numbers dropped radically. Tungtor blames the Ugluk chieftain Pok for Mokrags death. He was brought up in the old ways and naturally despises the other races without exception. Tungtor doesn’t trust anyone. Inventory: Short hammer of Braduk Dagger of Goregutz Armour of Orgaturk Life Style Alignment*: Lawful evil Deity*: Krug, Braduk Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home Braduk/War Uzg/Brevias’ Fort Job/Class: Tungtor is a main orc in the Braduk clan, and since it looks like his Uncle Ghazkull is going to betray the family and clan, Tungtor is most likely going to become the chieftain. Title(s): Battlemaster Special Skill(s): Incredible stamina Strong Fast Good vision Experienced and well trained in combat Flaw(s): Still grieving over the loss of his father Has too much anger built up to handle ADD Racist Naiive Weaponry Fighting Style: Brutish and quick. His strikes are formed due to his 16 years old training. Tungtor prefers more horizontal swings rather than stabs. Preferred Weapon: Axe Favored Weapon: Hammer Archery: Tungtor can fire a bow sufficiently, but he hates the idea of it and rarely does it. Biography Parents: Mokrag and Slaavesh Siblings: All of his siblings come from a different mother to his. Oldest brother-Frak Older brother-Zagstruk Younger sister-Alpak Children: Adopted son-Zlendzwarg Extended Family: Kita-step mother Ghazkull-Uncle Surgitz-Nephew Valorof-Cousin Darax-Cousin Arez-Nephew Yaurg-Niece Gish-Niece Gruhag-Adoptive nephew Pet(s): Torg-Pitbull History [WIP]

Character Name: Mokrag Mar Dagg Braduk Nicknames: Muzz, Dog, da skull crusha Age: 200+ Gender: Male Race: Uruk Status: Dead. Body assumed to be cremated but no proof has been released from his clan. Description Height: 9ft7 Weight: 500+ pounds Body Type: Endomorph; Puts on fateasily and is difficuly yo shred off. Muscle comes easily and is of a stock butstrong build. Eyes: 1 eyed. Purple Hair: Mohawk. Black but graying. Skin: Murky dark green Markings/Tattoos: Tattoos ofrhinos and ravens on his arms, the symbols of the Braduk clan, along with aancient tribal script on his head. Health: Has an early case of lung cancer. (Thanks Evark) Personality: Smug and egotistic. He is powerful and he knowsit. Mokrag enjoys his riches. However, he abides by honour. Unlike manypinkskins. Inventory: The bulked armor of Onjak The twohanded serrated sword ofGorfjol The shorthammer of Braduk The great bow of Kenuk Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Lawful Neutral Deity*: KRUG Alliance/Nation/Home: Clan Braduk/War Uzg Job/Class: Warlord and Chieftainof the Braduk clan Title(s): Warlord,Chieftain, Bezerker, Infamous, notorious Flaw(s): 1 eye.Overweight. Over estimates himself. Weaponry Fighting Style: Death or Glory.Brutish and all at once. Formed, but also clustered with strong yet speedyattacks. Preferred Weapon: Hammer Favored Weapon: Hammer Archery: Suprisingly accurate Biography Parents: Gorgutez & Minshora Siblings: Ghazkull Chdren: Zagstruk, Yaztra, Noknok,Tungtor, Frak Extended Family: Olug, Zlendzwarg,Kita, Valarof Pet(s): Wargs; Thurak Drebon Vernen//Sandrat; Tarktail History In a small village on the edge of theOrc lands, roars of agony could be heard. Four days, and three nights, the cubdidnt emerge. During the third night, Mokrag was born. He and his brotherGhazkull were born one year apart. Mokrag was the elder of the two. The law ofthe village was one cub and one cub alone, but their parents did not care. Thereason for this law was overpopulation. No one knew why this was, the shamanskept it a secret from others, but it was still a law. They were both put intohiding and kept away from the eye of the local shaman. They grew up togetherand played in the confines of their home. One night the village held a feast.Mokrag’s parents attended the celebration leaving the five and six year oldcubs home alone. The village blacksmith, a goblin by the name of Keng, was askilled locksmith and broke into their home searching for goods. He searchedevery room in the house looking for anything of value. His bare feet made afunny sound on the stone floor. As he headed for the door he noticed a distinctchange in sound. It sounded familiar; he had heard it before in a differenthouse raid. It was hollow he knew this was a secret door. He pulled away therug revealing a wooden trap door. He opened it and ran down the stairs with awide grin on his face. Softly he said “I betz derz gonna be gud tresha downere”. His grin slowly changed to look offright, then to a smile. He saw two Orc cubs sleeping by a fire. On the otherside of the room, he saw a necklace made of pure diamond and gold. Slowly hecrept around the sleeping pair. He was too busy looking at the cubs that hedidn’t notice the stack of pots and pans in front of him. He kicked them,spreading them across the room making a loud clash of metal. Mokrag woke up firstseeing the goblin. Before Mokrag had time to react he was struck over the headby a pan knocking him out. Ghazkull stood up. He already stood a few feet abovekeng. Keng tried the same tactic, hitting him with the pan. Ghazkull simplypunched the pan away with then gripped his hand in pain. Keng had to think of anew tactic, he knew even an Orc infant can be lethal. He grabbed the necklaceand ran for the door when Ghazkull grabbed Keng by the neck and threw himacross the room. He ran over to him and started laying mild punches into Keng’sface. Ghazkull felt a heavy hand on hisshoulder. He grabbed a pan and turned around swinging it. He stopped inchesbefore the figure. It was his father, with his mother behind him. Ghazkull ranto his mother dragging his brother for comfort, leaving his father to deal withKeng. He grabbed Keng, and through him up the stairs and into the door.Ghazkull’s father ran up the stairs shouting at Keng in blah. He kicked Keng inthe back sending him flying out the door. Bruised and bloody Keng limped backto his house. The next morning there was a loud knockon the door. Mokrags father opened the door with a worried look on his face. Itwas the village shaman, behind him was Keng bandaged up like a mummy. Theshaman searched the house for the cubs but found nothing. Keng didn’t speak, hejust pointed to the rug. The shaman pulled the rug away and opened the doorwhere he walked down the stairs slowly, looking around the room. He immediatelysaw the pair standing in the corner. He grabbed them both and haled them up thestairs. He said to Mokrag’s father “lat bruk da law”. He then punched him inthe stomach. He looked at Mokrags father and said “lat haff tu chuz ash tu steyagh den ash must leeb”. He looked at his sons and said “Mokrag go wid shaman”.Mokrag’s relaxed expression quickly changes to a look of anger. Mokrag saysunder his breath “skah lat popo” as he is taken from the sandy village to asnowy forest. His mother gives him a necklace made out of a bear claw, and givesanother to Ghazkull. Mokrag gives one last look at Ghazkull and his eyes beginto water. “Mi surah” says Ghazkull. “Nub, not lat falt” replies Mokrag. Mokrag wondered around the snowy villagefor days. He grew tired, sore and hungry but kept going. He went two weekswithout food, but found water from condensation in various plants. It was thenhe first learnt how to make weapons and tools out of loose wood. He made ashovel like tool, and digged his way into a hill to make a house. He was on theverge of starvation when a bear approached him from behind. He heard thebreaking of a twig and turned. Instinct and blood lust took over and he ran atthe bear, with nothing but a shovel. He was instantaneously tackled to theground, but smacked the shovel into the bears head repeatedly. Just as the bearwent to bite his face, he shoved the shovel deep down the throat of it. Thebear eventually choked. He took the pelt and used it for extra warmth. Thisbegan his love for hunting. When Mokrag was 18, he had his first nonOrc contact. His body had grown rapidly, and so did his hunger. He heard thesoft steps of multiple Halflings just threw a small layer of tall trees. Hetook out his wooden knife, carved from a sturdy tree. He had never seen thembefore, and assumed they were some kind of bear. He hid in the bushes,following them as they went. It got to a point where he decided to go nofurther and emerged from the shrubbery. He lunged at the one at the back of thegroup, landing on his front. Mokrag was ontop of him, and stabbed at the backof his neck with a swift, firm swipe. The other two turned and unsheathed theirblades. Mokrag got back up to his feet and charged. The others did the same butwere knocked down violently. After the battle, Mokrag took the Halflings backto his cave and feasted. He had never tasted such wonders. As soon as he tastedit, he picked up the real scent. He went insane and craved more. He didn’t getany, for a while anyway. At the age of 23, Mokrag had been on thesearch for more Halflings but hadn’t found any. All he found was a female bear.He did his usual routine which he had practiced for years now. He took the bearback to his cave. The snow storm made it hard to see, but he still made his wayback as he knew every tree, every bush in that forest. He finally made it backand saw a big figure sleeping in his home. He dropped the bear on the floor. Assoon as that happened the figure sprung up. “Gh….Ghazkull?” It was his brother.The two embraced for a long time. Ghazkull led Mokrag to the burial groundof the Braddukk family warriors. There, the ashes layed beneath the earth. Theyarrived at a large mountain, and the burial sight sat at the top. Ghazkull leftMokrag to scale on his own, as it was tradition for each Braddukk to do so.Mokrag began climbing, and Ghazkull left and headed back to the caved shack.After a few hours, Mokrag had reached the top. His arms strained and tired. Hislegs jittering, but he stumbled foward to the burial ground. He saw the markedgraves of his grandfather, grandmother, their parents. Even, the grave ofBraddukk himself. He payed his respects, and started to head down. During hisdesent, a rocked clipped loose and Mokrag fell. Any human, dwarf, or elf wouldhave died. He layed on the ground, un-counscious. A wild pack of wolves,approached him. The alpha male sniffed Mokrag and knew he was alive. The othersclosed in. They savoured the smell. But, before the could act, and young butlarge raven flew in. She defended the lifeless orc and pecked at the wolves.She bit, clawed and dove at the the wolves, and they soon retreated. Mokrag sawthe last seconds of the "fight" and smiled. The raven flew to him,and landed on his arm. "Mi kall latz, Kudo." Kudo was the name ofMokrags great grandfather, who fought in small village wars between his own andothers with no arms. 10 years later, Mokrag went outside totake a piss when he heard the clonking of hooves on the ground. He hid behind atree, but was hit with an arrow instantaneously. His shoulder flesh bled. Amesh, net flew above his head and he became intangled in it. He was draggedover to the horses and hitched up. A loud roar, then a squark startled theseemingly bandits. It was Ghazkull, and flying over head was Kudo.The two camecharging forward axe in hand and claws at the ready. Kudo clawed out the eyesof a bandit, but was then hit in the wing with an arrow. Kudo spiraled to theground and was taken with Mokrag being thrown in the net. And for Ghazkull. Hefought bravely, but the numbers game got to him. Mokrag yelled at his youngerbrother to run but he did not listen. Ghazkull took an axe to the face, andMokrag presumed him dead. He roared in agony, but it was cut off. He wasstomped multiple times on the head and lost consciousness. He did not wake for quite some time, butwhen he did he felt a whole new terrain on the back half of his body. It seemedto be flowing past him yet it was rough. That’s when he realized the net washitched to the back of a horse and he was being dragged. He spotted Kudoperched on his stomach. The wing wound was covered in leaves, a crafty ravenKudo is. They both eventually dozed off. He woke on a pile of rocks. He observedhis surroundings. A large stone wall surrounded where he was. People from allother races were held in that camp. Mokrag would be sent to do hard labor,building things, lugging rocks around and many more things. He would oftenattack the slavers, but would be inevitably brought down and held in highsecurity captivity for weeks at a time. He was held in this camp, until he was47. However, for the last few years of camptime, Mokrag spent his time in a cell. Through the brutal murder of a guardSeargent, Mokrag was able to have Kudo in his cell as well. On Mokrags 47th birthday, he was awokenby the sound of screaming men. He sat up, well as far as he could with thechains restraining him. He watched as a group of ten men ran passed his celldoor. There was a roar. Then the same group ran past the door again in theopposite direction, with only four. “BRUDDAH” said a loud voice. He had herd itbefore it was Ghazkull. Ghazkull kicked the iron door open with ease, breakingthe hinges. He swung his axe down at the chains restricting Mokrag. He was freeagain. His brother handed him a sword saying “appy burfdai”. Mokrag grinnedrunning out the door with Kudo on his shoulder swinging his sword wildly. After the fight Ghazkull led Mokrag and Kudo through athick jungle to a river. There was a small raft with a hooded goblin standingthere with a paddle. “bout tim lat gut ‘ere” said the goblin. “hu lat bi” saidMokrag angrily. “lat dun membah mi” said the goblin chuckling. “diz… am keng”said Ghazkull. Mokrag roared and ran for the raft drawing his sword. Ghazkulllifted Mokrag and through him in the opposite direction. “ DUNT WI NUD ‘IM TATAK UZ TA DA NEW LAHNDZ” said Ghazkull. Mokrag said nothing he just growled.The whole time they were together keng was saying things to mokrag just to makehim annoyed. Mid-way through the trip keng started singing a song. ;” Mokrag,Mokrag, iz a fatteh, Mokrag, Mokrag ‘eh gut baned frum da village”! keng sungit over and over again. Mokrag grasped his sword handle. He felt his brothershand on his shoulder. “wun wi get der” he whispered”. A few hours past until theyreached the docks at Asulon. The two Orcs began walking away. “Oi wers mipayment” said keng. Mokrag turned around stabing keng through his stomach.Ghazkull walked over to keng, snapping his neck with one hand saying “ ‘er’slatz payment, a quick death, but nub evun lat desurv dat”! Kudo squarkedfeasting on Kengs eyes. As they walked off the beach, they say ship wrecks.Dozens. Mokrag, his bird and Ghazkull quickly settled in amongst the refugeecamps, they began to discuss remaking the clan Braduk. Mokrag was the oldest,and had proven to be the most valuable. But ghazkull didn’t want to be outdone.So they had a klomp. It started with Ghazkull charging. Mokrag ran forwardalso. Just as they reached eachother Mokrah sidestepped and jump punched at ghazkullstemple. Mokrag watched his younger brother fall to the ground unconscious. Itwas quick but effective. Mokrag would be chieftain. He would follow in thefootsteps of Braduk. Ghazkull would be his second. They sent Kudo off to scoutand the two brothers decided to look around. The early city of Talerith wasseen. Mokrag and Ghazkull headed inside and say a bustling city underconstruction. They looked at eachother and walked out to plan. Admist thetalking, Mokrags old friend Evark. Now, they started to have a plot form. Evarkwould distract the people and Mok and Ghaz would sneak in. The plan begun. Evark went in and began burning thecrops. The two orcs snuck in over the short poorly constructed walls andflanked the witnesses. Two revolted, and they were cut down quickly. The restof the citizens fled in fear. Talerith belonged to clan Braduk. Evark soonleft, and the orcs went out to meet up with Kudo. During this time, thepinkskins went in and “retook” the city. This angered the old chieftain, and so now he seeked anew ally. The township of Runemire. Mokrag had a one on one conversation withJistuma. The city agreed to help. Three weeks past. Mokrag and ghazkull arrivedat Runemire and the people marched. When they arrived at the front gates, thecitizens of Telarith built fortifications within minutes. Suprisingly fast. Itwas then that the people of Runemire fled. Whether it was fear, boredem orbetrayal It was now two against fifty. With a shout the fighting started. Metalclashed left and right. There was only two casualties. Mokrag and Ghazkull wiped the blood from themselves asthe Telarithians retreated to the city, and stared at the two people they hadkilled. They went back to the wilds to heal. Over the course of the next few months, Mokrag wentdark. He was not seen and Talerith went back to normal. Mokrag however met twoorcs, Gromamsh and Dura’kai. They were recruited and would soon become his bestwarriors. Murtz and Zagstruk, also became Braduks. Then it was Buzetk, and Bok.The list grew and the clan grew in strength. The newest recruit, Drakoth wenton his rituals. He had to kill or mame and pinkskin. It just so happened thatthe human was related to Talerith. So now, Dura’kai, Grommash and Drakoth weresoon battling the entire city of Talerith. A huge amount of forces floodedthem. Mokrag sat on his throne, he was now a notorious Warlord. His name wasknown across the cities. Not just Talerith or Runemire, he was knowneverywhere. His sandrat Tarktail carried a note. It read “Mokrag we arhoutnumbahed. ‘elp com tu Talerif.” Mokrag got up, and headed back to the cityhe loathed. When he arrived it wasn’t looking good. Mokrag ran in shouting “WAAAAAAAARH!”. He stabbed onein the chest. An arrow was shot at him but his armour deflected it. He becameinswarmed with pinkskins. Before he made his “final” move, he saw Grommash bestabbed in the eye. He grabbed the three people swarming him and jumped off thecliff edge. The humans died instantly. The humans cheered as they turned to Dura’kai,the only one standing. They thought Mokrag was defeated. No. He wasn’t. Anotherroar “WAAAAARH” could be heard as he appeared at the cliff edge. “Hur hur hur.I’z nub dat eazeh ta kyl” He charged. Another four fell to his mighty hammerand sword. Dura’kai killed many also. Grommash was now up. The three made theTalerithians retreat back to the bridge before heading back to the city. Avaliant effort. Dura’kai spotted Drakoths body, dead on the floor. Mokragsimply shrugged it off and left. The Braduk clan didn’t show its face around too muchafter that. They focused on finding Asulon now. Project “Bubflowt” was nowunderway. They were building small fleet. A warship, a supply ship, a ship tocarry the beastiaries and a scout ship. Each were heavily armed. It wasn’t longbefore they set sail. After about a month of sailing, they came across a hugefleet of boats. They took their chances and followed. They then soon did arriveat Asulon. For about fifteen years Mokrags whereabouts was unknown. He resurgedhimself during times of war, and was often reported to be seen in the war uzgand helping out the wargoth pok. He was also on the boat traveling from Asulonto the “new lands”. Clan Braduk is still known, talked about and feared fortheir cunning brutality, fearsome strength and rich history.