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Led the Harbs with me in 3.0 and did an excellent job. Would be one of the small few I would say I'd like to see as a Harbinger again. Can vouch for him 100%.
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I am sure many of the existing Harbingers can attest to this as well as past ones. iMattyz, 30326, Elad, Patriotic_Fool, Voidsoldier, Desires, Onslaughted, Galendar, Goldrim, Arzota, Gaius, Crayfishchris, Bloodnight etc.
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3 minutes ago, nugsy said:
i thought this harbinger died
I worked with firespirit to bring him back towards the end of the Harbingers when I took them over and began to lead them with Goldrim.
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MC Name: Ghored
IC Name: Daink (Previously Jared Blackfoot)
Original Race [n/a if not applicable]: Dwarf
Transformed Form: Harbinger
Creator [mc name and ic name, n/a if not applicable]: N/ABriefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature: Born as a clanless and wandering dwarf, Jared Blackfoot was an expert blacksmith that took great pride in his craft. He lived as a nomad traveling around the world of Anthos until he was found by the Golden Lance keeper Jack. Jack not only gave Jared a purpose in his life but put his blacksmithing skills to work as he began to train him and have him craft various aurum weaponry and armor. He would continue this until shortly after he was accepted into the small ranks of the Lance in which all of them prepared and trained for the great battle with Setherien to come. Not only would this battle turn out to be an utter disaster, the majority of the Lance present at the battle were corrupted and twisted into the very things they sought out to fight, Harbingers. Setherien's malevolent breath turned these valiant and noble knights into dark and cold beings which heeded his bidding. A shade of his former self Jared would now be known as Daink, a crude and ruthless ethereal being which sought to only manipulate and slaughter mortals. Upon the eventual death of Setherien however he along with his brothers, Gul'Thuul and Xort would remain together all feeding off of a small bloodshard they kept hidden away. Only now does he resurface to help his weakened brothers in their search for the Lost Drakaar- the one hope they have left.
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"If i see a one-day alt as Wargoth, i'm going pugsy on him."
Thats the spirit, w8in for u to come back homie
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Goktar scribbles a barely legible note next to the Butcher's post.
"Hozh meetz, tryd zum ob da zhara agh id wuz bezt mi ebbur taizted. Mi wyll urdur zum haaflyng zuun."
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The Dominus attends the clan meeting to give his blessing to the new Wargoth and to get some free grub.
"Rulg."
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pick me i no some Loar
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Goktar gives a quick glance over his copy before heading to his blacksmithing chambers. He begins to scribble the proverbs all over the walls of his room, as if to memorize them.
"Mi nub gruk wud mi wuld du widoud deez."
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Uruk nub Uruk without raid.
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Goktar snorts loudly, he heads out towards the other races in search of the whitewash and Axe.
"Ib am bin tu lung zynce wi hab had ah wytewazh in da Uzg, mi wyll perzunalli peep fur hym agh maik exampul ob hym."
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Good ****
edit: sh1t
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Gug'ye bruddah
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wheres 1.8 at
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dayuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum good work
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After the disappearance of the past Rex and Wargoth, Rusk, Goktar set out on a trek across the bustling Uzg in search of a Uruk worthy of the title for his clan. He approached each Dom clan member in his sight and spoke to them, but each had their own issues and reasonings for not wanting the position.
Amongst the crowd a single blue Uruk stood forward with the confidence of a true Wargoth, ready to stand proud for his clan. A grotesque and overweight beast whom had seen many wars and battles before him. This Uruk was known as Shreck, proud ruler of his swamp realm.
Goktar inspected Shreck and spoke with him for a while, judging not only his strength but also his wisdom. He made his final decision and placed a bloodied thumbprint upon the forehead of Shreck, granting him the title of Wargoth.
"Mi eckzpekt grate fingz frum lat Zhrek, leed da Dom klan tu hunur agh maik latz ancezturz prowd."
The Dominus heads towards the scorching desert, trudging through the endless sands in an attempt to find the lost Axe of Krug.
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The Dominus waits for the Rex to finish his speech, afterwards he hollers into the sandy winds of the Uzg.
"LURTZZZZ! WAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He gives the newly appointed Rex a skull cracking headbutt and heads back into his clan tent.
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Goktar is awoken from his deep sleep by the loud warcry of Lurtz'Gorkil. He stomps outside of his tent joining in the roars.
"WAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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Goktar looks onwards towards the crowd, the majority of the Uzg has gathered for his speech. His eyes dart between each Uruk, Goblin and Olog. He pounds his chest once in respect for those whom showed before shouting towards the crowd.
"Ib hab bin a lung tik zynce wi hab zpilt da bluud ob zumfing dat wuz nub Nubded, ib am tik fur diz tu chaing agh zate our hungur!"
The Uruks begin cheering and hollering, when the crowd dies down the Dominus speaks once more.
"Gathur latz zultz, latz armur agh prey tu da zpiritz. Ib am tik tu zkah zum puzziez."
The Uruks begin to part their ways, wandering off towards their tents to make preparations for the upcoming storm.
OOC: Time is 12/30/2014, 4:00 PM EST rally at the War Uzg. Warclaim: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/120545-warclaim-the-fall-of-invictus/
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Goktar, the Dominus of the Uruks, rallies together the Wargoths and Uruk soldiers preparing for war. He lets loose a warcry.
"IB AM TIK TU ZPYLL BLUUD AGH FLAT DEEZ INVIKTUZ KUNTZ!"
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Goktar lets loose a warcry into the skies. "IB AM TIK TU MAIK DA FURRIEZ ZNAGAZ!" He continues his work in his blacksmith, preparing for the upcoming storm.
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Goktar sits in Urim's room, smoking a fat blunt with him. They both go to work in the blacksmith, preparing weapons and armor for war.
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Antag
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