Dromui

I would like individual character RP. The person moderating the thread can play as some god or something that has brought them together, for the specific purpose of averting the End Times, helping with the End Times, or anything in between. It be cool if you can completely customize your character. I'd totally take part. All I ask, is those who take part, actually stick to Warhammer lore. Orcs are dumb. Beastmen are savage. Don't just Mary Sue yourself to be whatever you want. Stick to the Warhammer theme. Either way, I'm down. Also, make it in the End Times, pl0x. I'm a huge Warhammer freak, and I could literally play a character that was born during the Sundering, and lived all the way up to the End Times, knowing every piece of lore in between. Though I'd likely just play a human veteran who did a bunch of traveling and killing, only to be dragged into the End Times. Or maybe a Dark Elf who escaped Naggarond before it's destruction. I don't know man, I don't know.

What some would consider a savage, others cultured, sits many paces away, staring out at the departing boat as it sailed off. From beneath a gnarled tree, the savage Mali'ker watched Dak'ir and his family board the ship, departing the lands after some time. To the savage, memories of a much calmer time come to mind. A time when he was once a neighbor to Dak'ir. A time when the once-Arbiter simply tended a farm and interacted with many other Mali whilst gathered around a calm, open lake. A smile pulls back at his thin, grey lips. The savage slowly stands, pulling his traveling cloak tight around his bare torso. A time long ago, before his body was so scarred, a time before his body was inked with honor and change. A time when Azel and Dak'ir had been friends. "Farewell, Des'Nox."

Innocence is a beautiful thing.

Azel nods at the approval of the Rex, mouthing thanks as he turns his attention to Grahl. Azel steps directly before the throne, blocking any vision beyond himself, to the Rex. He stares down at Grahl, a stern gaze, similar to that of a disappointed father masks the dark elf's face. His hands slowly move behind his back, before fingers interlock in holding behind his back. From those nearby, a message was clearly sent by this action. Azel did not fear Grahl, and would further leave himself open to the Uruk. After some time of studying the Uruk, he clears his throat, opening his mouth to speak. "In lats absence, much has occurred. Our nation, a nation of War, a nation of Honor, a nation of Strength, has been threatened openly and attacked by the pink skins. Lat blahs of honor, of strength, and sacrifice, but lats clan was nub here when needed. Lat is shameful. For lat has sworn allegiance to the Rex and the Iron Uzg, to only claim lat and lats clan is nub with the Rex, when a disagreement became apparent." Azel pauses, shaking his head, once more mirroring the actions of a disappointed father. "And now lat has the audacity to roar in outrage, when it is nub lat that should be outraged, but the entirety of the Iron Uzg, and the honorable and powerful Rex himself. Lat is shameful, and lat is nub very honorable at this instant. If lat wishes to join the Iron Uzg once more, and be a part of our Nation of War, lat shall swear fealty, and lat shall nub longer dishonor the Rex. If lat brings evidence of Phaedrus' actions, punishment shall be swift and severe. Until then..." Azel trails off, his right hand, heavily scarred and calloused, reaches up to his axe. He grasps the hilt of the battle axe, lips snarling in clear rage. "If lat wishes to challenge the honor of the Rex, lat shall taste my fury. The fury of the Keshig."

Standing at the foot of the throne, on the Rex's right hand side, a Dark Elf stares down upon the one known as Grahl. His stern gaze never leaves the eyes of the Zhul. Throughout his speech, the response of the Rex, and the Zhul's swift retort, Azel had remained quiet. But after sometime, he turned to the Rex, a look of question on his face. The honorary Uruk's eyes, though filled with question, too were filled with a fury. It was clear from looking within the eyes of the honorary. Azel wished to speak

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For many years, the hunters of the Lur clan have sought out a creature only known in legends told by traveling merchant, and the unlucky goblin who wandered out alone at night. This legend had many names, but the named dubbed by Eath'Lur, Shaman of the Iron Uzg, and Elder of the Lur clan, was Garuga, Scourge of the Sands. Until this day, the Iron Uzg had only rumors to work off of as the creature was sought after, but this day, many of these rumors were proven to be true.... The desert was silent, an average day for the denizens of the Iron Uzg. A single form raced across the desert sands, kicking up a path of dust as it charged through the hot desert sands. The Shaman Eath'Lur road his powerful Lur companion into the growing Uruk city, into the center of town. He kicked off of the creature, landing with a heavy thud into the sand. As his boots sunk inches into the sand, he looked about, while his hand fell towards his belt. His thick, dark green fingers found what they had been searching for, before wrapping around it with force. Bringing the horn to his lips, he blew a powerful series of notes. Various orcs within the community looked at the source of the noise, but only few Uruks followed it. As they approached Eath'Lur, he held up a single scale, a scale much larger than anything that would belong to a normal creature of the deserts. It had been done. Proof of Garuga had been found. The light blue and gold scale shun brightly as it reflected the sun's rays from above, gaining the attention of the gathered Orcs. The smaller than average Uruk told the gathered Uruks of a trail that had been found, with the scale upon it. After gathering a party, he once more mounted his Lur wolf and led the party out of the city, and into the deserts. Together the hunting party set out. heading east, deeper into the desert. After a few short hours of traveling, Eath suddenly stopped, his Lur wolf straightening, looking about with it's teeth drawn back into a snarl. After dismounting from the creature and sending the Lur wolf off, Eath knelt low, running his hand across what appear to be a large path, though to the eyes of the experienced hunter, it was more than a path. It was a sign, something for the Lur to track. It was the trail of the creature the party had sought, though many were unaware of the great prize. Rumors had been told of a large, snake-like creature that traversed the dunes underground, burrowing as it searched for it's prey. Though it's been seen by few, and harmed by even less, Eath had been sure of it's existence, and this was further prove to the hunter that the prey he sought, was within his grasp. After such a find, Eath followed the trail, leading his fellow Uruks up the sandy dunes. As the party progressed, the sands shifted slightly, as something large and powerful stalked the party from beneath. With the prey upon the horizon, the Iron Uzg had not thought themselves within the sights of the very creature they sought. They had not though themselves prey. As the hunting party traversed a large dune and came down the other side, an Oasis came into sight. At the orders of Eath, the party descended the dune and approached the Oasis. Many began to rest, settling down at the water's edge to drink. Others found spots of shade to lay in, allowing themselves refuge from the hot sun. Silently, the sands shifted and the writhing form of a snake rose. A single red eye glared out from the sand, peering at the Orcs that it had been hunting for the past several hours. Without warning, the creature burst forth from the sand, it's grotesque body slithering towards it's prey. Azel'Raguk, the Dark Elf who had found his home within the Iron Uzg drew his bow and knocked an arrow and aimed for the creature. Others stood quickly, Nagg'Raguk, Wargoth and Chieftain of the Raguk clan, drew forth his mighty axe and charged the creature. Following suit, the other members of the hunting party followed in the Wargoth's footsteps. As they charged the snake, Azel let loose of the arrow. It flew fast, and it flew true, embedding into the single eye of the large snake, blinding it. From the creature's back, wings were spread, and beat furiously, sand flying outward and buffeting those near to it. As it began to gain in height, Eath'Lur charged forward and grabbed the creature's tail. A goblin of the Gorkil clan, Grobie followed suit, grasping onto the legs of Eath. Garuga had continued ascent, but with the weight of the Uruk and Goblin upon it, the creature only glided through the air. Unable to bear the weight of it's passengers, it crashed down in the nearby oasis. Olog and Uruk alike followed them in, thrashing about through the water towards their companions and where the creature had went under. As they neared and stopped moving about, the water calmed considerably, and only Grobie and Eath'Lur were found. Suddenly, the creature burst forth from the water, wrapping it's tail around the goblin's waist, it swam quickly, gliding across the surface of the water towards the other side of the Oasis' pond. Once more, the hunting party followed it across. Upon the other side, Nagg drew himself from the water and directly approached the creature. Axe raised high, he swung down and slammed it into the skull of the creature. A sound akin to thunder sounded from the impact. Though the creature carried on fighting, writhing madly about and sending any foolish enough to remain close by flying into the nearby brush. It is to be noted, the fat cat, Ja'Mukar, leader of the Kharajyr had joined the hunt upon this day. And using his mighty claws, the Kharajyr shredded one of the mighty beast's wings. Upon doing so, it had effectively weakened the creature's flight, forcing it to barely able to glide over the ground below it. As an Orc of the Gorkil clan backed up, Azel stepped up, planted his right foot against the Uruk's head, and launched himself towards the creature. Simultaneously, the creature beat it's wings once more, ascending into the air. The mali'ker flew through the air, embedding his battle axe into the already wounded eye of the creature. The axe cleaved through eye, scale, and eventually the skull of the creature. Brain matter leaked out around the surface of the axe, and the two went down. Azel landed shakily, while the creature thrashed about in it's death throws. Finally falling limp, the bloody dark elf ripped his axe from the creature and roared Krug to the heavens, before unceremoniously hacking the head of the creature off. Once more, the Iron Uzg triumphs over it's prey, and prove their strength through the test of battle.

Azel stands within the Meeting Hall of the Raguk clan, looking over the burning fire pit. His gaze soon shifts from the pit, to a notice within his hand. As he reads over the notice, he cannot help but smile as he learns of the tournament. A time for training, a time for battle. Strength and honor shall prevail within the tournament, and it was clear as day to his brothers and sisters within the tent, the Honorary Uruk intended to join. A notice is sent off to the Rex, carried by a goblin of the Raguk clan. Azel'Raguk shall klomp in the tournament.

Once again, the sight of goblins belonging to the Raguk clan scurry about the sands of the Iron Uzg. Just as before, they carry scrolls of parchment, their skinny fingers grasping upon the scrolls they carry is if their lives depended on it. Each goblin delivers the parchment to any and all Uruks willing to take it, no intended targets are clear. If the Uruks so choose to unfurl the scroll, as before, what appears to be an announcement or letters is written. Ug Brothers and Sisters, Mi call out to lat for aid. The Festival of Victory approaches, and the Raguk Clan prepares for it. Though we are drastically lacking the needed materials. If lat chooses, we need supplies. The needed supplies are as followed: Sticks and furs for the creation of tents. Woods of any kind, spruce or oak preferred. Sandstone is a must for the creation of a means of sacrifice. Flint and ferrum as well, for the creation of a means of lighting our bonfire. If lats chooses, the donation of food and drink for the celebration would be hozh. Many thanks. Gug'ye Azel'Raguk, Warrior of the Raguk Clan

Upon this day, the Iron Uzg would appear even busier than normal. Goblin servants of the Raguk clan scurry about, carrying parchment, tools, and many other miscellaneous items. To those who pay attention to the active creature's, they would realize the goblins are actively moving to and fro the Arena, or more so, directly west of it, only outside of it. To those who would follow the creatures, they would come upon an odd sight. The dark elf, Azel'Raguk, honorary Uruk and warrior of the Raguk clan, directing them. After some time of directing the creatures, the dark elf moves towards a mass of chopped logs. With the help of the goblins, and other members of the Raguk clan, the construction of a large bonfire has begun! Rumors spread that some sort of celebration is soon to begin, spearheaded by the Raguk clan. As the rumors have reached the ears of all within the Iron Uzg, goblin couriers of the Raguk clan begin to deliver a parchment to any Uruk willing to take it. Ug brothers and sisters, Latz have been invted to join the Raguk clan to the Festival of Victory, to be held in honor of the Fleugal being flatted by the Rex Kahn'Braduk, and the Iron Uzg. There will be grub and drink to be consumed, honor klomps to be held, and a tournament. The winner of the tournament shall be declared the Champion of the Iron Uzg, by the Rex, Kahn'Braduk himself. With the blessing of the Rex, the Raguk clan has already begun preparation Gug'ye Azel'Raguk

Azel stands silent upon the walls of the Iron Uzg, the wind licking at his bare chest as his torn cloak, worn upon his shoulders and around his neck, billows with the wind. His arms cross over his chest, and the symbol of clan Raguk is visible upon his outer-bicep. As he watches the fields of grass dance as the wind blows, the sound of an approaching goblin pulls his attention away. Looking upon the creature, his lavender gaze spies the symbol of Clan Braduk, marking him as a servant to the clan of the Rex. As the goblin holds out parchment to the honorary Uruk, he reaches forth to take it, offering only a nod in response. The creature scurries off as Azel turns his attention to the parchment. Reading the orders of the Rex carefully, as well as a summary of Shreck's actions, Azel cannot help himself as his lips curl back into a snarl. Balling the paper up, he holds it atop the flame of a nearby torch. Turning to look back upon the Iron Uzg, he watches the actions of the many Uruks who roam about, doing the work of the War Nation. "Foolish Shreck, acting without consent from the Rex, and putting the Iron Uzg in danger."

To live without strength, is to live without honor. And to live without honor, is as if one was not living at all. For centuries I've wandered this world as a Mali'ker. From a young age, battle was thrust upon me. I lived within a clan of warriors, and as I grew, I was trained to fight, to kill, and to conquer. It was not rare for one such as myself, a Mali'ker, to live such a lifestyle. For among all elven kind, there was none better suited for warfare, for battle, for domination, than the Mali'ker. But though the Mali'ker is bred for war, they lack what makes a true warrior. They lack strength, and they lack honor. For without strength, no man or woman can become a warrior. Instead, those who are trained to fight, become murderers, killers in cold blood. For without honor, the life of a killer is worthless, as there is no standard to live by, no morals, no code. Simply the skill to kill, and the will to do so. It took many years for me to realize the Mali'ker people were honorless, cold blooded killers, but upon doing so, I turned my back upon them. The Mali'ker are a people that strive to live for honor, for their ancestors. That is what I respected about them. But it is simply a facade, preached by the people, but not practiced. For what warrior would call himself honorable, or strong, when cornering an unarmed man and killing him in cold blood? With no evidence of crimes, no reason to kill. Not a warrior at all, but a killer. But what makes such actions even worse, is in doing so, the offender was joined by another of his kind, another Mali'ker. The two came upon the unarmed man, cornered him as if he were an animal, and slew him in cold blood. Upon seeing this, I fled the city of Vivec, and I've never turned back. The city is a cesspool of dishonor, of weakness, and of lies. The Mali'ker people have built themselves a pedestal to stand upon, to spout nonsense and lies to not only others, but also themselves. And in doing so, a people that were once great, once strong, and once honorable, have devolved into nothing but pitiful savages. Savages who think themselves perfect, the greatest creature to live upon this worth. It is disgusting to look upon. So I decided it was time I know longer look upon them. I turned to a land where I could find creature of honor, true strength. The perfect warrior. I've turned to the Iron Uzg. Upon arriving to the Iron Uzg, I was shown trust and acceptance, for I earned it. Delivering the head of a Frost Witch, a creature of taint to the Lur clan, the greatest of hunters, showed them I was not a creature of weakness. It proved my worth, before I could even speak. And in doing so, the Rex, Kahn'Braduk brought me forth. Standing before his throne, I felt minuscule. For the first time in centuries, I felt like a child, and as a child would, I was intimidated and felt fear. One of the largest creatures I've ever laid my eyes upon sat upon his throne, glaring down at me with blood red eyes, eyes that seemed to glow while reflecting the light of the fire. At the foot of his throne, upon each side, two trusted members of the Iron Uzg stood. Though my attention was solely on that of the Rex. Here I proved to him the path I walked, was a path I truly believed in. I cared not for my people, and it was clear to him that it was the truth. And in learning so, he told me of my next goal. To approach him with my representative, the Elder Shaman, Eath'Lur. Once he has spoken out for me, the blood pact would be made, and my time with the Iron Uzg would truly begin. A few short months later, the time to prove my worth was upon me. The Rex called forth all available warriors to come together to hunt the creature known as the Flegual. Over the years, the monster had grown at a rapid rate, gaining in size and strength. I was allowed to join the Iron Uzg upon this hunt. And so I did. Upon arriving to the domain of the Flegual, we were instantly assaulted by the creature's stench. Just being near the creature, my stomach turned. My senses were assaulted. But that did not stop the Uruks. They charged forth, beating off the creature's tentacles, slashing, crushing, and slamming whatever came before them in a maddened rush. Up they went, climbing atop the creature, doing whatever harm to the creature they could. As they climbed, I released a storm of arrows, one after another the twang of my bowstring sounded as the arrows embedded themselves in the creature's rubbery flesh. Though my attacks were likely harmless, I had only a single goal. Keep the creature's attention so my brother's could arrive entirely unharmed. My goal was met with success, as the Uruks stormed the creature. One by one, the eyes of the massive creature were felled. Working together, the mighty Iron Uzg decimated the creature known as the Fleugal, but there was no end in sight, as it seemed impervious to all forms of damage. But something occurred, something startling to say the least. The Rex Kahn'Braduk jumped into the creature's mouth and began to wreak havoc upon the creature's innards. With each sweep of his mighty axe, bile and other bodily fluids rained outward, onto those unfortunate enough to be standing too close. As the mighty Rex's axe crashed downward into the Fleugal's heart, the creature almost immediately went limp. To my heightened sense, I could hear the sound of flesh and skin crackling, as if being eaten away by acid. Hearing this, I dropped down into the creature's mouth, just in time to see the Kahn'Braduk rip the creature's heart free. But what was more startling, was the burn of his flesh and armor, being eaten away by the creature's inner-liquids. Moving forward, I endured the pain and fought my way forth, to the Rex. At his side, I grabbed him and began to drag him out. Though I was likely unneeded, I would not leave him be, as the other Uruks around us had swept up into chanting and celebration for the day's actions. Once outside, I dropped to my knees, the pain wracking my body in ways I'd never of expected. But as the Iron Uzg moved to depart, I stood along with them. I forced my body to move, and returned to the land I now call home. Once there, Eath'Lur and I were called to the palace of the Rex, by the Rex himself. As a group we traveled to the Palace. Time passed and upon entry, it was made clear my devotion to the Iron Uzg had been noticed and accepted. Upon that day, I was made an honorary Uruk, the highest of honors to those born outside of the Uruk community. I stood at the entrance of the Palace. Laid out before me was a trail of fire, a trail extending for four dozen paces. Upon the mat, burning logs grew hot, fires rising upwards, high enough to envelop my form. But as commanded, I set forth in stride, walking across the burning trail. The fire at first only licked at my booted feet, but quickly my clothing caught ablaze, and it traveled up my form was on fire. Upon reaching the other side, my flesh was singed and burned badly. But it mattered not, for the goblin servants of the Rex doused the flames in blood. Trial by fire, baptism by blood. Upon this day, I was made an honorary Uruk. Upon facing the trial, and receiving my baptism, I stood before Rex Kahn'Braduk. Drawing a serrated dagger across the flesh of his palm, a wound was opened upon his dark green flesh. Handing the dagger to me, I did the same, and blood pooled within the center of my palm. The hands were brought forth, making contact, and a blood pact was sealed between the Rex and myself. My trials complete, my devotion proved. I have become one with the Iron Uzg. My journey has been met with success. All ties of my past have been cut. No longer am I Azel Oussana, son of Malin, warrior of the Mali'ker. Now I am Azel, warrior of the Iron Uzg, and honorary Uruk. Upon my initiation into the Iron Uzg, the leader of the Raguk Clan, Nagg'Raguk approached me. I was confused, and somewhat worried at first. Thinking I had made a mistake, I was careful. But I was wrong. Nagg offered me the chance to join the Raguk clan, to serve the Iron Uzg as the warrior of the Raguk, and to serve as a blacksmith. With joy, I accepted. Nagg'Raguk brought me forth to the meeting hall. I was given an elephant cub, the animal of the Raguk clan, to raise as my own for future use in battle. Afterward, the red Uruk dragged out an iron brand in the shape of the Raguk clan symbol. Pushing it into the fire of my new home, he heated the iron up until it was a fiery orange color. Holding still, he pressed the brand against my arm, marking me as a member of the Raguk clan. The pain was excruciating, but I did not cry out nor move. Clenching my jaw and fist, I took the pain as if I was a Uruk myself. Upon this day, I have become an honorary Uruk. Trial by fire, baptism by blood, the blood pact made, and my initiation into the Raguk clan. I am Azel'Raguk, warrior of the Iron Uzg. And I walk the path of Iron. A path of much honor and strength, unlike that of the Path of Onyx.

Application: MC Name: Drone414 RP Name: Azel Teamspeak (Y/N): Yes Mic (Y/N): Yes Skype (PM it if you want): Will PM

I work with a necromancer nearly everyday. And to be honest, when we're not getting MG'd or PG'd, we're killing everything. Though he does the magic touch-based, instead of just tethering someone from several feet away. I think Irish's method is fair. If a necromancer gets to a point where they are facing a group of warriors, use your thralls to feed them. Put life force into gems, I don't know. Make it less: "You're tethered, you're dead." It's not as fun to play with or against.

Does the Yar clan accept honorary orcs? Or more so, do they create them? I'm seeking to play one, and as I do not know how the process of becoming an honorary orc is done, I have some questions.

Question, does the Gorkil clan accept honorary orcs? As in, if say, a Dark Elf were to prove their worth and become an honorary Orc, would the Gorkil clan allow them entry into the clan? I do not know how the process works, but I seek to become an honorary orc with my character, and the Gorkil clan is rather interesting in that regard.

Personally, I believe similarly to what was said. It can cause the spells to become more powerful, but even a master of voidal magics would find themselves unable to control the magics entirely, causing great harm to themselves. If mages were simply empowered by the storm, it would be clear-cut bullshit.

"That Corbett lad was not a bad one."

Wandering through the Cloud Temple lands, an armored Mali finds himself studying a flyer holding information upon this creature. Taking it down and slipping it into his pack, he turns away. After a few moments of walking, he simply sits and begins to write. Greetings, I am Skale, a Paladin of Xan. I seek to aid in the neutralization of this beast, whether it be through violence or diplomacy. I am willing to bring the aid of others as well. Reply as soon as possible. Skale, Paladin of Xan The bird soon soars off, seeking the one who has posted the bounty.

In silence, a mali'aheral garbed in a black coat stands before the book shop. Within his arms is a small trunk, locked tight. He sets it down, and turns away after a moment, a frown etched into his pale flesh. As his good eye catches sight of something far off, he simply strides away. As he nears the fountain, he offers only a short glance at the bookstore. "Farewell."

License Format: Name: Skale Age: 244 Race: Mali'aheral Registered magics: Clerical; Xan's Boon Past Offenses(if any): N/A Signature: Skale Asul'ker

With how epic the 1.8 skinning is, I was hoping to find someone who is capable of making me a plate armor skin for my Paladin character, Skale. There really aren't specifics to the request, but I have a few reference pictures for the skin I'd like to have made. The skin would not have the wings, but it would look something like the above pictures. I'm willing to pay minas as well. I'm not very good at skinning, and I am asking for a skilled armor-skinner to do it. As skinning plate armor is rather difficult in comparison to normal robes. Details: No wings. No helmet. No cloak/hood. Simply the armor, pauldrons, all the stuff that really stands out would be appreciated.

(( So just a heads up, staff, we've got our active nine, plus some. We've got all the information up there, we are ready for a decision whenever possible. Thank you. ))