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  1. I like the idea of Cyclopes wandering around Anthos. ~+1~
  2. OOC Section MC name: Bakerismaxamis Skype Name (Optional): PM me if wanting it. IC Section Your First Name and Surname: Ark Uldrik Race: Half Wood Elf, half Adunian Age: 28 Notable Skills: Skilled in handling a long sword and bow. Also holding the ability to evoke electricity through evocation. Though doing so sparingly as only if needed for what ever the reason. Does the applicant hold faith in any known deities?: I hold no faith in any deity at this time. Though I am willing to devote myself to the Eventide's beliefs on the Creator. Reasons for joining: I seek to better myself in life. And in serving the Knights of the Eventide, I would also be carrying out the will of the Creator. Which is something I seek and wish to devote myself to. What moral boundaries does the applicant have?: I will not harm a child unless it's the last choice to be made. Will retain myself from attempting to knock someone's block off if they begin to back talk. though if someone chooses to carry on, or target anyone I know and trust. Then I'm not afraid to stand against them and fight for a righteous cause. Either that being teaching someone a lesson, or defending what I believe in. To an extreme amount even if having to. Additional Information: As I've noted. I seek to place my devotion into the Knights of the Eventide's cause and beliefs to bring aid alongside them.
  3. I like the sound of this. Mixing technology and a slight amount of science into magic role play to try and create diffrent types of magical properties that are bound into certain objects or items.(Armor, weapons, ect.) Whether for the purpose is solely for combat. Or using in a recreational way would bring alot of fun and interesting things to LOTC. Though this is one of those things that everyone shouldn't have access to right off the start. As to say everyone shouldn't be instantly gifted with the knowledge of making such items. Mages are fine and all that. But producing something with magical effects, even small ones should take the individual some time before realizing they can do such a task. Anyway. All in all, this is a great idea. ~+1~
  4. I found this to be a great read. The lore on how it was created is unique on how it's discovered. The backround and details covering the effects it would have on other types of magic is well thought out. Personally, I'd love to see these dark wielders of this magic around Anthos. As more then likely it would bring fun and dynamic role playing situations from it. ~+1~
  5. Another excellent explanation on the dos and don'ts to playing a protagonist type of character. +1 to you Hex for summing this all together. I'm sure plenty of people will gain some insight and good tips from reading this.
  6. Moo. Great guide, though with a villain having to lose all the time doesn't seem fitting. The main purpose for villains in LOTC is to bring fun and diverse role play to others and themselves. This doesn't mean either the victim or the villain has to die or have things stolen, etc. Other then that, this is well constructed as it brings plenty of information to those who would still be learning of how to play as a villain. +1!
  7. Varlan Gerofe Nicknames: Var Var Age: 29 at his death Gender: Male Race: Human, Northerner Status: Dead Description Height: 6’1” Weight: Was around 210 Lbs. Body Type: Was a tad bit on the chunky side with broad shoulders. Eyes: Had one sky blue eye on his left. The right eye had an orange pupil with gold where any normal eye would have white. His right eye was surgically implanted. Hair: Blonde Skin: Was a bit pale Markings/Tattoos: scar on his face. Went through his left eye on an angle that coursed down to his lower jaw. Health: Not too good considering he’s dead. Personality: He was brash and ignorant to a point. Though he had a calmer side with those he knew in his life. Often aiding his fellow Delvers in many ways that were to aimed for the wellbeing of the guild. Inventory: Nothing, considering he’s dead. Further Details: - Life Style Alignment*: Neutral good Deity*: None Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home: Delvers/?/Ac’talarah Job/Class: Delver Regent of Force, commander of meatshields Title(s): Regent of Force Profession(s): - Special Skill(s): Was exceptionally well at reading others. Was quite a smooth talker. Had a strong sword arm. Flaw(s): He’s dead. Magic* Current Status: - Arch-type: - Sub-Type:- Rank: Weakness(es): - Strength(s): - Current Spell(s): - Weaponry Fighting Style: Was a bit aggressive, though mainly defensive in his attacks. Trained Weapon: Was well trained in using a long sword and bow while he was alive. Favored Weapon: Favored both his bow and long sword equally. Archery: eight years of training with his bow. Biography Parents: Vargan-Father Larquin-Mother Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: Delvers Pet(s): Had a carrier pigeon while he was alive. History Varlan's life growing up was filled with sorrow and loss at a young age. Varlan, his mother and father were originally from a small settlement close to Hanseti, which He was born at. Though having northerner blood from both of his parents, they traveled to Ager to escape from the poison fog that has moved into the mountains bordering Hanseti when Varlan was ten .His father, Vargan was a successful miner. Often leaving home and venturing far into the earth to find rare minerals and make a good living. His father died while mining in the mountains west of Ager. He was mining deep below the surface and was killed when the ceiling made of gravel, collapsed in. Varlan was twelve when his father was killed. His mother, Larquin was a farmer. Though she was Northerner as well, learned over time from a young age to tend fields and work with wheat. She was killed by a group of thieves when she wouldn't give them her minas and other supplies while attempting to get to the market in Solace to sell her collection of materials. Varlan was sent to a relative at the age of twelve. His Uncle Cron, his fathers brother was a shepherd, got to know his nephew better over time. He had a small home built on the far outer limits of Solace.Handling livestock was a chore he learned well since his uncle Cron had animals to look after. Collecting sheep's wool and getting buckets of milk to sell at the markets is what took up most of Varlans time. As he grew and aged, he found himself traveling to Solace by himself to see the city and all its glory. Talking to the townsfolk and gaining communication skills to help him reason with others better was another thing he would do to pass time. The red coat Varlan bears was given to him as a gift from his uncle. A well put together coat with thick padding on the shoulders and ribs. His uncle was an old man now, around his mid 60's now that Varlan is nineteen. Getting older and knowing that Varlan would have to go out into the world to seek his own way. He told him many times that the day would come when he would have to leave his uncles care and search out his own cause. Varlan left the comfort of his uncle’s farm. He wandered onwards to the road, a heavy pack on his back that contained a few things to remember his past by as well as some food. As he walked, it became clear that others passing him were in a hurry. Varlan eventually stopped and asked someone that walked by why everyone was in such a hurry. The man simply replied that The lands were no longer safe and that ships waited to be boarded at the coastline. Varlan followed the stranger to the docks. though it took them both nearly all day to do so. After the long travel, Varlan locked his eyes on the giant ships that awaited the the many different types of sentient beings to board. He wearily walked up to the crowds, forcing his way though it seemed the crowd thickened. After shoving his way to the platform, he eventually shuffled his way up as did everyone else, slowly hauling his bag that was on his back. He made it up the last few steps, looking around the ship. It seemed all the other races were congregating in their own groups. Varlan huffed loudly through an exhale as he walked to the back of the ship. As the ship eventually filled from the vast amounts of people who came to journey from the land. Some time passed as the crew then hoisted the anchor and began to set sail. They traveled for days, weeks. Time seemed to stand still for him. Watching all the other groups talked and move about the ship made the trip seem endless. Though on a foggy day as the the mammoth ship continued to cut through the waves. As the sun warmed the air, the fog began to lift and show the far surrounding view. One of the crew members of the ship hollered that land was in sight. Varlan himself looked out to it. Anthos it was named later, though nothing more than a large hunk of land that stretched along the horizon. The ship began to veer towards the land as the sail’s shifted a bit from the sudden change of direction. They eventually sent the smaller boats, filled with people to the coastline. Varlan got his turn as he carried his only belongings with him. Sailing to the shore as he climbed out and looked around. He walked off from that location, no longer intent on staying with the rest. Too interested in this new land. He ventured for a week until he made his way to a place known as the Cloud Temple. He ventured into the large structure as others were there as well. Though as he sat and watched, many wandered out through the freshly made trails heading east. He walked around the Cloud Temple, looking and examining for days, provided the fresh bread and water given to him by the monks. He eventually met a high elf by the name of Kalenz. They chatted for a bit as the High elf eventually offered him a spot in the Arcane Delver’s, a name he’d eventually know well enough to call family. They traveled with the high elf on the road. They walked for days, though stopping to take a break at night. They eventually made it to the keep. Two large tower-like structures that raised to the sky as they entered the gates. After being shown after, he was issued a uniform. It was a simple one that bore a gem like sewing of a blue gem that was surrounded by a gold lacing. After living with the Delvers for a long period of time, getting to know others, though a few stuck out from the rest. Tahjeet, Artimec and Polgrath were names he became familiar with over time. He was often seen venturing with the Captain’s of the Mageshield(Meatshield) branch within the Delver’s. That branch was made to defend and safekeep the mage’s who lived and studied within the walls. He enjoyed training and sparring as well. Often seen within the sandstone pit underneath the main room of the keep. He learned how to handle a long sword pretty well as time continued to pass. He would often walk the roads, though not much as bandits and lurked the walkways. Two weeks in joining the Delvers and a war erupted. The guild was called into a war. Though not against the whole city, only one of the council members of Malinor was targeted. As the battle took place and many were injured in the chaotic clashing of bone, steel and sinew. Varlan killed an orc in the battle who attacked Seyer Reeyse, one of the two lower ranked Mageshield Captains. After he fled into the northern woods of Malinor as some of the orcs chased him for awhile. Varlan lost them as he made his way back with a bit of experience in a real battle. After a while, the council members of Malinor had a secret meeting with the Delvers in which they discussed a temporary plan to seize attacks on each other. Which seemed to last from that point. After, they had an issue with the Blackmonts when they raided the Delvers base in full armor. Varlan was killed, but brought back to life by a monk after his body was dragged to the Cloud Temple. After the raid and another near invasion of the Blackmonts, the Delvers were almost split from the melee fighters and casters. Though they stuck together by good planning and choices made by the higher ranks of the Delvers. They eventually abandoned the keep they lived in as Artimec ordered Varlan and the other Mageshields to Vaerhaven(the name at the time, Kar’gath I think now.) as the mageshields were enlisted into the auxiliary forces for some time. Varlan walked the paths through the mighty city and studied others. One day as he was doing his rounds, he spotted a familiar orc. The uruk approached him and slammed him with a charge suddenly as he rolled backwards. After a few seconds, he staggered to his feet and unsheathed the long sword he trained for months with. Though an unexpected thing happened as the orc had a backup partner with him. A human with a claymore approached Varlans left side as he swung the two handed blade at his head. He turned his head, stepping right as he attempted to the swing. though was caught on the face with the tip of the vorpal weapon. It dug through his eye socket, tearing his left eye out in the process as well s leaving a permanent scar that ran down his cheek on an angle. Varlan stumbled back as he screamed in pain, dropping his blade in the process as the rest of the guards went into action. They killed the orc, though the human made off with his escape. He crawled back into Vaerhaven after running for safety, only to collapse a bit after. After some time, he was found and brought to the local clinic as his wounds were then treated to. His own left eye having been lost in the ambush, though he didn’t really care for it happening. Time continued to pass as Varlan had a custom tailored eyepatch made, though Artimec lent him a blue bandana to sport for a while. He continued to patrol and live in the city, though he ventured as well. Continuing to learn the lands paths and walkways that guided those interested enough to travel them. As he was walking, he ran into Kalenz again while heading by Salvus. He was instructed to follow him the their new home, which he did. They eventually made it after traveling for a full day. The ruins were stationed on the outskirts of the Witch Woods. The structure seemed to have had the earth slowly crept around it in the many years it sat dormant. After become situated with the area and finding his way around,many strange things started to happen around the keep as the time went by. Though it didn’t take long to see that the ruins had many foul entities within and around it. Having had to fend off the many threats that that were manifested there. Living and nonliving, as Varlan has had run ins with multiple creatures. Ranging from a wicked creature that has immense powers to manipulate large bodies of waters as well as transforming its body into water itself. A powerful Necromancer was after the Delvers for they held a valuable artifact from him. A spectral thing that had the ability to control others at will and make them do as it commanded. It then took control of some Delvers as it forced them to do its bidding as it attempted to take control of Blundermores mind as well. Though it eventually lost the battle against the great wizard. Time continued to pass as Oren seeked its grasp over Malinor and all the land at that time. This put more pressure on the delvers and himself. Varlan continued to follow orders and venture out with Seyer and Artimec at times. Once in awhile getting into battles and brawls. Though not too much as their main objective was for the better. Usually consisting of throwing or killing slavers that were in the surrounding lands and keeping peace. He continued to sharpen his skills in using a long sword as well as practicing with a bow that was given to him as a gift from a fellow Mageshield. The new keep they lived in was much more suited to house more Delvers as it had immense room, a circular structure inside that was encased in the mountain. Towers also rose high in the air that housed more rooms and places for the Delvers to conduct their experiments. Time continued to pass as more conflicts arose within and around the keep. Mostly having the Dark Brotherhood show their faces for reasons that are unannounced. Though the constant push come to shove attitude of Oren didn’t help. Varlan caught himself arguing with Nobles sometimes at the gates. He enjoyed doing so sometimes, though business was first hand as he would have taken personal blame if anything did happen. Though nothing did of course since he only went as far as to piss them off. Time continued to pass as Hera, one of the Regents stepped down for reasons unknown. Varlan was eventually handed the Position after serving in many adventures and delves. He continued to do his duties around the keep as his responsibilities were focused on the safety of the Delvers in general. Though having dealt with many atrocities and nearly dieing any many of them, his mind was still quite intact. He was no fool in his days, only to be outwitted by the smartest out there. (huehue) Though it only happened a few times in his life. Varlan was offered an opportunity from Isabella. The bear bruid after being told by Nienna Calm that the possibility of having a new eye surgically implanted into the empty socket was possible. Though he was warned that the procedure would be. Incredibly painful. Though he was no stranger to pain. He experienced much of it before being slapped onto a table and chained down. Having a fish hook with a string hooked to it sewn into his eye socket. He screamed as Isabella yanked the cord that would then be attached to the new eye. A harpy eye, the pupil was orange with a cat like slit. as the outer part was a bright yellow that seemed to shine brightly when light was cast on it. Isabella completed the surgery after some time, though Varlan couldn’t actually see from it for about a week. After though he eventually gained the sight from the eye. Now he had his sight back to a natural state, which allowed him to better read things around himself. He performed his duties and business with much more ease from it. Though with the events that took place, he began to dabble in drinking. Something that was not too high on his list ever before. He found himself in his lair beneath his stage room, sometimes sitting and thinking. Other times he was indulging in having a beverage from the brewery. Though more often just relaxing and spending time in the quiet retreat he had made fo time. Though as time continued on, he found himself in the middle of things that were over somewhat personal matters. Though he aided his close friends with their ordeals, though losing some who were faithfully loyal to the cause of the Delvers. Varlan watched a bit of torture sessions with Sha’s reprogramming attempt, which somewhat worked, though failed at the same time. Having all this happen in the years Varlan was in service of the Delvers. Though it all ended abruptly for him. He was drinking heavily for quite some time after some recent activities from hostiles. He was sitting on the ledge by the stairway that led into the Mammoth training room stationed under the main floor of the keep. He was having a conversation with a few of his friends as he lost his balance, slipping off the platform and falling a good ten feet face first. He bashed his head on the cold, stone floor, splitting his head peon and doing serious damage to his cranium. After failed attempts to save him, he lost his life from the trauma effects and blood loss. His body was taken and burned. His ashes now rest in the crypt below the Delvers keep. Artwork
  8. Xulore Ardere/Sylvari Nicknames: Xul Age: 69 Gender: Male Race: High Elf Status: Alive Description Height: 6’7” Weight: around 180 lbs Body Type: slim and lengthy Eyes: Grey Hair: White with silver streaks laced in his hair. Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: None Health: excellent Personality: Polite, inquisitive and caring upfront. Though he hides his true nature from everyone he knows. He is deceptive and cunning as he has his own intentions, which are still a mystery in general. Inventory: Some food, usually carrots or potatoes as they tend to last the longest. A piece of cloth he uses for multiple purposes when seen fit. His dagger at his left side and a staff his brother gave him. Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Lawful Neutral Deity*: - Religion: - Alliance/Nation/Home Malinor/Tennallar’Athri Job/Class: Delver Ranger Title(s): Delver Ranger, Captain of the Tennallar’Athri Profession(s): - Special Skill(s): Agile, good with his dagger in close combat. Knows how to sail and construct ships and other structures as he was raised around them in his youth. Flaw(s): Being lengthy and tall puts him at a disadvantage when dealing with heavier foes. Magic* Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Defensive as he waits for openings in his enemies attacks to counter, using speed for what he lacks in strength. Trained Weapon: Single edged, elongated dagger. Favored Weapon: Single edged, elongated dagger. Archery: - Biography Parents: Talis Ardere - Caliseen Siblings: Mythras, Howard, Magnus Children: None Extended Family: Pet(s): His horse Vullin History Xulore was born in a tavern where his mother worked and lived on Asulon. His father, who had a secret relationship with her was not seen often. Hardly showing up as the boy grew over the years. Xulore’s mother was caring, though allowed the boy to learn his mistakes on his own. Often watching him if he did something wrong and had to pay the price. Which resulted in him being beaten at times for acting on impulse. Though he was never protected by his mother during any of these incidents, he still loved her with all his heart. His mother taught him about his heritage. Explaining that he should be cautious with the other races and instructed him to only seek out other Mali’Aheral. At the age of twelve he left the security of the tavern he was raised in. Having enough of the harsh lessons learned from drunks and other lowly beings. He continued on a path going along the coast till he reached a small settlement. He literally left his mother behind. Everything she did for him and everything she didn’t. There he talked with a few of the people who lived there. They offered him a job fishing on the ship they had constructed. Xulore was interested in their offer as he took them up on it. He was given a small cabin on the ship to live. He stayed there for years to come. He aided in fishing to have a free meal and place to live everyday. He was given days where he could lay around and relax, though after time, the people seemed to demand more from him as he was a getting to the age of being an adult now. He didn’t mind helping out, though doing more than what was necessary was something he didn’t see himself doing. Being older and knowing how other attempt to use him for their own bidding, he’d ignore the extra work. After a while, he took interest in watching them locals construct ships on the shore. Their ways of building were to make a strong, yet suitable vessel to travel the seas with. He even found himself lending a hand with their builds. months turned to years as he grew.The time came when he was told they had to leave Asulon for good. Xulore was at the age of thirty five at this time. They loaded what they could on the ship and set sail into the unknown. They seemed to travel for weeks until they finally came across fresh land on the horizon. Anthos as it would later be dubbed. They found a reasonable spot to dock along the coast as they eventually made it to shore. After some months of collecting supplies from the neighboring woodlands, they constructed a small settlement to stay while stationed at land. The placement along the coast was well secluded and far from and other city or town. Perfect for a Xulore to harbor his thoughts and learn to stand on his own two feet. He continued to help those he was staying with, though always keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity. He didn’t trust others very well, learning from his mistakes in the recent past. He often pushed anything others said to him in advice to the side, unless it made perfect sense in his eyes. Now fully grown at the age of nineteen, he stood tall at six foot seven. Having the knowledge of how to build structures and ships of different models, understanding what it takes to stand on his own. He continued to live in the settlement, gathering materials he seen fit to harbor as the years passed. He found himself wandering from the village in search of things of interest. The land, items, people, the way structures were built. Anything to sate his curiosity. Years continued to pass as he gained more insight on ship building, learning how to construct even larger ships that would be sufficient in staying out to sea for long periods of time. Xul seen this as a skill that could be put to good use for whatever the reason see fit. Time continued to roll by as Xulore started to grow bored of living at the small settlement. After awhile, he finally packed what few belongings he had as he then set out on the open road once more, not even saying goodbye to the people who had taken him in so many years ago. Now at the age of forty, a very young elf as he had the world of Anthos in front of himself. Though he wished to travel as far as he could. Just keep walking into the horizon. He knew he couldn’t do such a thing as he would run out of the small amount of rations he had eventually. He had to find a suitable place to stay for the time. He continued to venture on the path, leaving the coast as he headed inland. He walked for days as the forest seemed to stretch up around him as he did. Thicker and thicker the trees became on the path until one would hardly be able to weave through the thick branches. Making his way on the trail, he saw something in the distance. A structure. He slowly approached it as his eyes scanned around for any movement. He soon realized the home was long forgotten and abandoned. He made his way up to the door, making his way inside. There he found the place to be in shambles. He began to clean the place and eventually fixed it up enough to call a home. He was now far in the Witchwoods. Though many dangers lurked in the forest, he enjoyed the quiet, the solitude. He continued to fix the house up as time went on. He started a small garden outside, enough to give him his rations to survive. Years continued to roll by as he lived in seclusion. Not caring to venture into the open world at the time. Feeling safe in the woods. Which the woods were not. Xulore soon found out what type of creatures lurked the woods. Tall, lengthy creatures with eyes that glowed purple. The Dark Ones as they are called. Xul wasn’t frightened by these beasts, more of a curiosity of why they were drawn to this place. He studied them for a time, though they seemed to know when he attempted to look at them. This almost cost him his life as he learned they /hate/ being looked in the eyes. Xulore had literally let years pass as he lived in the makeshift home. Feeling no need to venture out in the world just yet as he continued to enjoy the eerie forest in which he lived for the time being. He did his daily chores, picking fresh vegetables for supper, making sure his house was clean and secure. These things were constantly playing through his mind day after day. Xulore had let thirty years pass as he lived there, he met a few people who’d stumbled upon his home from time to time. He made conversation to hear what was happening around Anthos, though he never really got out to see the effects it had on the lands. One day, Xulore woke up, the urge he felt to stay secluded from the rest of the world had seemed to lift from him. He packed his things once more as he adorned his favorite traveling robes, his satchel at his side as he then made his way from the home, turning back as he smiled, thinking on how the structure has aided him all these years. He turned back as he then made his way off into Anthos. Artwork N/A
  9. MC User Name: Bakerismaxamis In Game Name: Ausar Tarus Character Bio:((Optional, Would good too post though) My character profile describing his Bio. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/91812-ausar-tarus/ Your Specialty: (Such as some everyday skills or combat skills) Agile, can handle a long sword well at his age. What is your character Alignment? Neutral Do you have a VA? if so what, for what evils?: ( Note getting 3.a is advised as our god is a deamon ) 1A, 1B, 2A
  10. Sounds like a great idea. I'll be happy to join in on this when it's planned out and scheduled.
  11. Character Name Zor'Tuc'Gorkil Nicknames: Giant, White Elephant. Age: 23 Gender: male Race: Orog Status: hulking around somewhere. Description Height: 12'3" Weight: 800-900 pounds. Body Type: bulky, muscle bound. Eyes: pinkish red Hair: bald Skin: white Markings/Tattoos: Right hand has the Gorkil emblem carved into the backside. Health: Excellent Personality: Dull-witted. Three main emotions that govern Zor'Tuc is happiness, rage and his nonstop hunger to fuel his body. Inventory: Thick chain whip given to him by Krurg'Lur. Sometimes carrying food, though not likely as he usually steals what he need as he goes. Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Neutral Evil Deity*: None Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home Gorkil Clan/Trog Job/Class: Grunt Title(s): TBD Profession(s): Boulder lifter, tree mauler and chopper. Special Skill(s): Immense strength, can intimidate and crush smaller sentient beings with his mammoth size. Flaw(s): Very, very dull-witted to the point he can hardly react in time to move out of the way of incoming attacks. Can't read. Only lives in the moment. Meaning he can't plan anything long-term. Magic* Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Brute Fighting Trained Weapon: bone Handled Chain Whip, Bare Hands. Favored Weapon: Bare Hands. Archery: Nope Biography Parents: Mor'Tuc(Father, missing), Shu'muc(Mother, missing) Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: Gorkil Clan Pet(s): None. History Zor'Tuc was born on a stormy night in Anthos as the wind swept hard. Rain fell in bucket loads as his father, Mor'Tuc sat there in the hollowed cavern they called blarg. Their blarg was set in the mountains to the west of Malinor, it was set high in a mountain, away from many of the dangers that lurked the land below. Mor’Tuc watched his life partner give birth to their son. After a while Zor'Tuc was born, his pale, bright white skin showing after he was cleaned of the reality of birth. Zor’Tuc’s skin color was not like many other others as he’s an albino orc. His pinkish red eyes setting against his pale skin made an odd combination when looking at him.His father started to train him on how to lift rocks and appropriate-sized logs up at the age of three. Zor was beginning to grow fast as weeks passed by. His mother and father watched him lifting heavy objects for the cub’s size. They never brought him out of the blarg unless going into the valleys below to forage for food and materials. Time continued to pass for the young cub, his parents seemed to care less as he grew as they wanted to teach him to stand on his own, fend for himself. Zor’Tuc learned this over time as a few years passed. Zor’’Tuc was now five, standing taller than the usual orc, he seemed to be content on wandering around looking for large stones to move, pick up and throw. He also enjoyed bashing small trees and thrashing them in his jaws. His mother and father went out from time to time, leaving the young cub to lurk around the cave. Zor took advantage of the times alone, wandering into the valley below his mountainous blarg. He walked around, looking at the different wildlife and sometimes eating them if he could catch anything. Bugs, frogs, baby rabbits. Anything he could capture, he’d consume. His father taught him basic survival lessons. He also tried to train the cub on how to track game, though Zor'Tuc was not a good learner, usually getting carried away from attention with his fathers lessons. His mother, though somewhat crude and cruel, cared for their child. She'd often hit Zor for no reason, seemingly to entertain herself. Though the real reason was to make him strong, show him to build a tolerance to being hit. Zortuc took the light abuse as he grew, his father would eventually find himself tempering their young cub while in solitude, away from other orcs while raising him. Though they did take care of Zor'Tuc, giving him food, making sure he had a clean loincloth, a place to sleep. Simple things really, nothing to show too much affection to him. This made Zor’Tuc hardened even at his young age. He acquired the taste for flesh at a young age. Having his parents bring him pieces of elves, humans and dwarves while they were out, pillaging small settlements and raiding those along the roads. Zor'Tuc was around the age of seven, tall and still having the bulky frame he gained through rigorous amounts of l heavy lifting. He was in the cavern his parents claimed and called home. Hours passed. Then days. Finally Zor'Tuc could sit idle anymore, his body yearned for food. Fuel to feed his rapidly growing body. He ventured out into the wilderness. He walked in giant circles around the mountainous forests and valleys for days on end. Searching for his parents, looking for food. Anything that could aid him while aimlessly wandering. He began to feed on small animals to quench his hunger. He lurked around the mountains for years, contently forging for anything he could find, forgetting about his parents almost altogether in his dull-witted state of mind. Years passed, he still wandered, though growing fast. He needed to find more food, bigger game to feast on. He eventually found sheep to be on his favored selection of meats to consume. He lurked the landscape, scanning the ridges as he'd find them from time to time, ripping them apart and gorging himself, even eating the bones. Zor'Tuc eventually came out of the mountains, searching for larger game as he lumbered on, now being full grown Orog. Zor made his way to the western coastline where he followed it south, eventually running into the docks of Cloud Temple . The large orc made his way up to the main building as he seen a vast amount of people from all races congregating out front. He walks over, listening as many seemed to stare at him for no reason. Though Zor’Tuc didn’t care for them looking at him. He eventually ran into an orc at Cloud temple by the name of Krurg. Krurg was a wild-looking orc, though not being that big he had a certain aura to him. Zor'Tuc seen this and respected him for some strange reason. He eventually followed the orc to Trog where he stayed for a bit, talking to the other orc, though his communication skills were not that good. He eventually met an orc by the name of Grool. Grool invited him to the Gorkil clan, which after a bit of thinking out loud in front of him, he joined. His initiation began with a beat down. He was pummeled into the earth for some time. Fists flew at him from all sides that collided with his thick skull. They eventually stopped the attack as Grool took his right hand, carving the emblem of the Gorkils into the back of it. Zor'Tuc was now a grunt of the Gorkils. He had a home with them in Trog. Artwork
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