spawnfan55

I'm somewhat in the same situation.

I've always thought of Bodakk as falling into the diplomatic category.

Appears from the mines, a place that he has come to see as a form of home and notices that the Yar clan is recruiting then states "Weyl... miz tink iyt iz abud tick miz pub mizelf oub dere agun, beyn skahun arund fur tuu lung."

Neither can I

"Well miz reely needz tuu gib bayk intu buzinezz" states Bodakk as he pulls out his crossbow.

Bodakk wanders about the city noticing the note and reads it out of curiosity stating "Albaiz confuze miz und interezt miz, ayt leezt dey goyt uh brayn...." and while he says this he wonders why typed into this chat.

Aye

Bodakk settles down on a pier with his chainmail on and his crossbow at his side reading the reports, lowly grunting as he states "Miz aym tyred, tyred uf dah saym skah uvah und uvah agun, iytz abud tick miz guu bayk tuu miz nomadic deyz..."

Name: Bodakk'Yar

Timezone: Central

Are you in the Skype chat? Yes

raises his blacksmithing hammer into the air and yells "Krug!"

I like this guide, it points out to all these 10 year old iten hungry PvP mongers that have spiked in numbers in the past several months

I personally think that applications should be made harder cause of the random spike in "MINAS OR DIE" players in the months after the server applications were made simpler.

Been wondering if anyone likes the idea of a LOTC goron? except not as OP

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MC name: spawnfan55

RP name: Eldar Bodakk'Yar

How skilled are you in regards to blacksmithing? Miz hab beyn zmithun fur uh abud dubty ur 20 yeerz, zmithun fur miz klan, maykun zultz, urmur, und tuulz fur must uf dah tick. miz hab mure experience wib wepunry und urmur thugh.

How skilled are you with your weapon of choice? Miz hab zum experienze wib zultz und zhuutahz enub tuu huld miz uwn iyn uh klomp. Thugh miz aym nub dah bezt klomper iyn dah world compared tuu miz Uruk bruddahz zinze miz hab bettah tingz tuu duu bezidez klomp ull dah shaun tick, und dat miz hab hab uh skahun brayn az weyl.

Reason for joining/Bio (least paragraph) Miz hab bey wubbun tuu perfect miz zmithun zkillz fur uh lung tick und miz hab beyn peepun fur zum peeble tuu zhare miz work wib. Uverall miz wub tuu beeb able tuu hab miz work notized iyn dah field, und miz wub tuu beeb able tuu perfect miz art az weyl.

What will you add to the guild? Miz innovation, knowledge, und loyalty tuu dah furge. Miz gruk huw tuu mayk metulz uf uld bub nub dah skah latz aym tinkun uf.

How active are you on the server? Depends on my grades, if they are high I'm on a hour on the weekdays, if they are bad I'm not on during the weekdays. I'm more active on weekends though just like everyone else.

            Bodakk stands in what is left of his old blarg in the Orcish desert of Anthos, digging through an old chest full of rusty weapons, tools, and armor. Out of all the swords in the chest one stands out from the rest, glimmering in the moonlight, and light in his hand.

            He rises the sword up to his chest and swings it with relative ease. A Orcish bastard sword with slight teeth in it to help cut through flesh, and sharp point meant to go through the best bits of armor, made long ago in his first attempts at blacksmithing.

                                  He rises it up into the air and screams out "Prayze Pok!"

"Weyl miz nub peeped diz muzh beauty iyn uh lung tick, miz plan un livun herez"

Bodakk stands before a great desert in a land called the fringe, he takes off his helmet and kneels down to pick up some sand rubbing it into his hands and his face. He turns his head to his fellow Uruks and says "Diz markz uh neyw Era fur Urukz, full uf pozzibilitiez und wunderz. Diz uh neyw beginnub fur ull uf uz, nuw leytz guu und build uz uh neyw blarg fur ourzelvez"

Bodakk sweats from the heat of his underground forge and goes to remind people if they need armor or anything to ask him

Bodakk stands before the Skah'Forge, and pulls out a hot pole. He begins hammering it into shape, making it into the shape of the Duhnah'Skhell, the very brand that will be used to brand members of the clan

                     In Gronkstonn, Bodakk lays asleep in his cluttered Hut in a hanging bunk bed, tools and numerous bits of metal scattered about the hut. Bodakk finds himself in the middle of a dark, damp cave, lit up only by the small totem of Binazdar he carries around on his belt. He hears an odd sound come from within the tunnel, and being a curious orc, he presses on into the darkness the totem flickering every now and then, sometimes submerging himself into darkness. Bodakk manages to get to the end of the tunnel, where he finds an large black ball of fur laying there. All of the sudden, the large black ball slowly rises from the ground arms, legs and spikes beginning to pop out of it until it opens it's eyelids, revealing a large red eye.  

                      Bodakk gasps in fear as it slowly begins to walk towards him, voices beginning to echo within the cavern. He pats his belt for any weapons that he could use but he realizes that all he has is the totem of Binazdar, in a act of desperation he throws the glimmering totem at the beast. The beast dissipates into thin air as he throws the totem at it. Bodakk jolts awake from his slumber, and grasps his steel sword as he looks around. He looks around for his totem of Binazdar, but it seems to have disappeared with the dream. He shakes his head and says "Miz neeyd tuu figure oud abud deze weerd dreemz".

Meanwhile in Bodakk's hut, he suddenly wakes up from similar nightmares of a one-eyed beast, and when he wakes up he goes to grab the Warhammer given to him by Thurak, and looks around with it, out in a position to kill anything that moves.

Bodakk lays inside his hut groping a small statue modeled in the image of the spirit of light made of mage gold. He looks outside at the darkness, gripping it tighter.

"Urm wub ur weeb zuppozed tuu beeb blahun abud?"

Bodakk wanders in, holding out a Orcish broadsword he had just made, and sits down

"Hrm, Wizdum iz uh wurd nub muny ur familiar wib, thugh miz perzunally tink iyt iz juzt uh underztandin ub huw dah world wurkz und huw peeble tink,pub latzelf intu uddahz zkin und wulk arund iyn it, und latz mey lurn zumtyn frum iyt."