Bakerismaxamis

I like the idea of Cyclopes wandering around Anthos. ~+1~

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.

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~

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~

+1 Yes! Just! Yes! +1

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.

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!

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

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

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

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Sounds like a great idea. I'll be happy to join in on this when it's planned out and scheduled.

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

Ausar Tarus Nicknames: Aussie, The Tarus. Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: 1/2 Adunian, 1/2 Wood Elf. Status: MIA ht: 6'2" Weight: Around 190 lbs Body Type: Somewhat of a stocky frame gained from years of training and fighting to survive. Eyes: Bright Blue Hair: Dark Brown Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: Blue birthmarks across the body, none on the face. Has scars on the right side of his face from a previous battle. His left hand, all the way up to his elbow is blackened from experimenting with lightning. Health: Fair Personality: Slightly manipulative, couragous, hot headed, cautious and extremely hard to read his next move. Inventory:A well crafted long sword on his right side. Two daggers at his beltline, some carrots are usually stashed in his bag. Also usually carrying a small vial with refined Nightsap in it. He doesn't carry too much more as he likes to have room in his bag incase he finds something of interest on his journeys to either take or steal. Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Lawful Evil / Chaotic Evil Deity*: N/A Religion: N/A Alliance/Nation/Home: TBD Job/Class: Thief, murderer Title(s): The Tarus Profession(s): Stealing pays his way. Special Skill(s): Agile, fast reaction timing. Knows Electromancy as well as how to handle a blade with efficiency Flaw(s): Bold and somewhat fearless at times. Magic* Current Status: Adept in Electromancy Arch-type: Electrical Evocation Sub-Type: - Rank: - Weakness(es) Ausar is now able to evoke a smaller bolts of electricity now without being fully drained of his stamina. Though only being able to cast once or twice if he really pushes himself. This still making him a target if not being able to immobilze his target with the charged attack. Strength(s): Can immobleize and cause pain to others now with shocking them. Armored targets in iron and gold are easier as they conduct his spells to them. He can also conjure his spells a bit faster sa he has been practicing with every chance he gets while mainly in hiding. Weaponry Fighting Style: Aggressive, though thought out. Trained Weapon: Long Sword, daggers, bow. Though he has retired mostly in using a bow. Favored Weapon: Though Ausar preserves his knowledge of handling all three weopons. He now switched back to a longsword. As he's now more focused on harnessing the void's potential to bend to his cause. He's also more prone to leave his bow in a stash as it prevents his movements as well. Archery: Bow, retired from use. Biography Parents: Richard Tarus [Lanader], Ayara Tarus [Tyranon] Siblings: Acastus Tarus [Alzonias] Children: Claudia Tarus [ilikefooddude] Extended Family: Haelphon Tarus [AcerBuddy], Edgar Tarus [ilumTarus] Pet(s): - History Ausar was born in the wilds where his mother and father had a small cabin nestled deep in the rugged woods. Far from most things that could cause danger to Ausar has Richard would draw to himself and his family from time to time. He was raised there with his mother most of the time. Ayara was a caring mother that went missing during a situation as she was presumed dead even to this day. Ausar was three years old when she went missing as he then stayed with his father, Richard more often. Though his father taught Ausar lessons of life, he was not a very caring father as he was often strict in teaching the boy. Ausar learned as he grew, though his constant yearning for a mother ate away at him over the few years that passed by. Ausar continued his home schooling with his father, learning to read and write as he was at the age of five now. His father told him that they'd have to leave the home that was nestled in the wilds. Ausar didn't like the idea of leaving his home. The only place he knew of in his life at that point. Though not liking the idea of leaving, he finally agreed with his father as he packed what few things he could carry as he left his home. Ausar and his father left the home situated in the wilds. They walked for days and days as they eventually came to a large city. They walked in through the main gates. Ausar was amazed to see all the people or vast races and cultures converging there. He kept close to his father, staying quiet as they walked on, eventually coming to a large dock with large ships stationed at them. Richard lead his son to the ship directly out in front of the docks as they boarded. Ausar didn't mind the boat. He felt somewhat safe floating on the vessel actually as it bobbed and swayed back n' forth. Days went past as they sailed on the large ship. Waves battered the hull as Ausar thought of what was to come, what he would see. Where he was going, these things were playing through his mind. They eventually made it to land, docking and traveling for more days. Finally after going through vast mountains and valleys. They had arrived at a great keep, half encased in a mountain. The Cursed Rock as some would call it. Ausar was left there by Richard as he went on to delve and search for knowledge. Ausar didn't mind the place, he thought it was neat seeing such a large structure and having access to it. He wandered the halls, scouted off ledges. Anything to pass the time. He met a few people of interest there. Elysius. Who was a giant of an elf, though kindness is all that radiated from him. Ausar was cared for by him after time. He taught Ausar how to stand while fighting, hold a blade and even deflect attacks with a sword. Ausar had great respect for him though he went missing after some time. In that time, Ausar was taken on delves with the Delvers and his father, sparking his interest in adventuring outside into Anthos. Ausar met a young high elf girl named Yulna too. Though he didn't know much of her for a the first year of going to the Delver's keep, he got to know her. They eventually started to spar one another. Fighting fist to fist. Even using their teeth against each other. Ausar and Yulna continued to spar, talk and get to know each other as the moths passed. They formed a close friendship as time passed. Though their friendship has become a bit more then just being friends as a loving bond formed between the two as time time passed. Ausar eventually grew bored of being around the Delver's keep, his thirst for adventure no longer being sated there. He'd found himself venturing from the walls in the surrounding forests, searching for anything of interest, which he hardly found. He began to travel farther as time went on. Learning the landscape and sharpening his skills in climbing and running. Ausar found himself traveling farther then he even thought he'd go. Going south into the hot, dry desert lands of the uruks, to the coastlines of the continent. He enjoyed traveling as he ofter would find something of interest from time to time. He went to Malinor for a walk when he ran into a girl who seemed to be in dire with a tiger cub. The cub was hurt So Ausar helped her by bringing it back to the keep, though the cub died from its injuries, Ausar got Lyra to join the Delvers over time. He took her on his adventures with him, showing her how to "Take" things properly. Without drawing attention to ones doings. Ausar also took Yulna out on his adventures. Showing her his interest in taking things that weren't his. He met people, mad some friends, enemies as well on his travels as months went by. His father though showing less interest in raising him sa time went on, depending on the Delvers to raise him, which didn't work too well, seeing as only one or two people actually cared for the boy. Ausar eventually ran into Lley. A young elven women who was small though loving in her nature. She instantly attached to Ausar, caring for him and concealing Ely's fate from him for a while in doing so. Though Ausar eventually found out through talking with here, this too weighted on Ausar as he cared for Elysius. Time passed as Lley continued to care for Ausar, taking him with Valmir and her to Gallamore. They stayed there for days, enjoying the sea air and sights. Though after some time Ausar awoke in the room he stayed in, Valmir and Lley seemed to leave him on the island all by himself. Ausar eventually made it back to Anthos, though it took him some time to paddle against the waves. Ausar came back to the keep, angered and confused as he had heard Lley went missing. This made Ausar angry as he went searching of Lley for some time, eventually finding her and sorting the issue out. Time continued on as his bond with Lley grew. Time went by as Valmir eventually came to Ausar, telling him of the ill new of Lley's fate. How she was torn apart from the creatures of the north. This scarred Ausar deep as Lley being one of the only people he cared about was literally ripped from him. Ausar was disturbed by this. Nightmares haunted him of the foul minions gouging at her as she screamed in agony. Time passed as it became more evident to the effects it bared on the boy. The boy has been growing in the past years, though his mind is more troubled now, not seeing his father for a year and a half, Lley and Elysius being killed, multiple others betraying him and his word, leading to him becoming cold and angered as the time passed. A graven seems to have attached itself to Ausar in some duty bound pact. As it seems to pry at him from time to time, attempting to break him into looking into its eyes. Which Ausar has seen somewhat before. A horrid vision of himself burning in a giant pit for all eternity. Which was broken due to someone shooting the Graven in the head as it had ahold of Ausar. This ghastly creation, with the rest of the tensions upon him now eat at him, causing him to be irrational and hot headed at times. Ausar also has gotten into his first fight that he had to defend himself. In the Delver owned village, a man approached Ausar while he attended to picking debris from a fellen tree up. The man stared at Ausar, almost meaningfully as Ausar stared back. The man eventually flared up, staing for Ausar to leave, which at that time Ausar had a heated Argument with Myth about his father and his absence from his life. This and the pain he felt from the loss of Lley and ely made him aggressive to the threat, the man drew his blades at Ausar, though the boy didn't back down, Ausar drew his own sword. The londsword he had found in a crypt a few days earlier. The blade was well forged, large engraves ran down the blade as Ausar held it high. His eyes burned with anger as the man made his first attempt in an attack against Ausar. Their swords clashed as Ausar stepped back from the force of the blow. The man continued to look down at Ausar, though the boy continued to stand his ground, anger fueling his motivation to do so as he bared his teeth at the man. The man eventually tried to sheath his weapons and take up his bow, which Ausar took advantage of by pressing the attack. Slicing at his chest and following the swing through to the man's right arm, he disarmed the bow from his hand as the man fell from a nearby ledge to avoid his arm being cut off. Ausar gave chase, still enraged the man struck at him fro no reason really as he ran on the higher ground along next to the fleeing man. Ausar eventually jumped from the ledge, falling at the man at the right timing as the man was stabbed in the foot, causing him to fall onto the field he was in. Ausar attempted to fight against the rage that was build in himself. All the anger and sorrow he felt built up. He tried, though failed as he released his rage, plunging his blade directly into the man's chest as he begged for mercy. Ausar watched the man curl over in dirt as the rain started to fall. Ausar felt a bit of guilt, though he felt better from killing the man for some reason. A reason he couldn't figure out as he walked off, attempting to clear his mind as time went by. He eventually met a high elf woman by the name of Cathilie. Though the first time they met, it was with the Graven talking to him and attempting to make Ausar look into its eyes. Which he evaded. He met her again in the Delver's keep, this time as an elf and her were planting giant mushrooms that gave off hallucinogenic spores. Which Ausar breathed in. In fact he was trapped in the keep for a long period of time, exposed to the symptoms of the spores as they dosed his system. Ausar was eventually taken from the keep by Calithlile, which she knocked him out first as she had a friend then carry him to DarkHaven. Ausar awoke, confused and recovering from the mass amounts of spores taken into his system. She told him that one of the Delvers had clubbed him and she had taken him to safety. Ausar believed her as she also has allowed him a spot in the keep there as well. Myth then showed up, talking to Calithilie and Ausar. After a bit, Myth was going to show Cali his ability in manipulating the void and pull mana from it to create fire. One of the elements. As Myth did this, The Fungi covered elf approached Myth, clubbing him in the back, this made Ausar draw his blade and go after the Elf. Though the Fungi Elf then stabbed Myth in the chest, giving him a fatal wound as Ausar plunged the long sword he'd found into the back of the fungi Elf, causing him to drop to the floor. This made Ausar feel good as well, seeing the Fungi Elf in pain for what he'd done to Myth. Myth fell off the back wall as Ausar went over to aid him, hopping off the wall in the process. Ausar was attempting to help Myth as Cali threw the Fungi Elf onto Myth as she then cast flames onto them. Ausar jumped back as the chemicals on the Fungi Elf's back began to set aflame themselves, no longer using the fires created by Cali's spell. ausar had to jump into the river to evade the flames that spat at him. Myth didn't make it out though as he was burned alive in the process. Though the monks brought Myth back, Ausar still thinks Myth's dead. This has had majoir effects on Ausar as his father has stopped coming around all together. Not to mention Ausar running into him and his father not even acknowledging him. Ausar looked into his fathers eyes as they seemed distant, even from the range Ausar was at, he could tell something was not right. Though Ausar didn't care. Tilting his head down a bit as he turned and began to walk off without another word. Now saddened and angry from thinking of things from his recent and distant past. Time passed, he moved on from the thoughts of his father's distant eyes. He eventually made his way back to the keep of the Delvers, though when he returned two people were there. Two elves. One had fungi and mushrooms growing on his body, the other was a familiar face. Though she wore a mask when Ausar walked into the keep. Little did he know, they were growing giant, hallucinogenic mushrooms. Filling the base with the spores that floated freely from them. Ausar soon started to feel the effects, his body being overwhelmed by the potency of the drug as his mind began to slip. Sending him into a state that left him in a horrific conjuration of his mind. He barely held his mind straight as Calithilie lead him around the base, even to one of the rooms with the spore producing mushrooms were. After a while, Calithilie asked Ausar if she could see his sword, which he allowed her to. For that split second, she raised the blade up and brought the flat side down onto the top of his head, rendering him unconscious. She managed to carry him to an open spot in the wall of the keep, pushing him to the ground. There she found someone to aid in carrying him to Darkhaven. After awhile, he awoke there as Cali told him one of the Delvers had struck him on the head when he wasn't looking. Ausar believed her as she also told him he could stay there. Even though Ausar didn't know her well, he still seemed to naturally trust her. Time continued to pass as he spent more of his time in Darkhaven, talking to Calithilie, going out and stealing stuff together. All types of fun things. More time passed as he gained her trust. One night, Ausar was sitting out front of the Delvers base as Kinra was there too. He tried to have a conversation with her. Though she responded in a worried tone to stop bugging her. Ausar gave up on making conversation, sitting on the steps to be let in when Calithilie showed up with two other figures. One, who was dressed in an outlandish attire, he had crimson red hair. The other was a cloaked figure in black. Calithilie asked Ausar to join them as she eventually talked Kinra into speaking with her in private. Which she did after Cali sent the other two off. Calithilie asked Ausar to go with them, which he did. They went to a remote location after weaving through the forests at a quickened pace. They eventually climbed a hill and sat. Calithilie began to discuss her plans to rid Art from the Delvers, something Ausar didn't have anything to do with. After some time, Kinra got up and left, which Calithilie and Ausar made their way off too. Some time later, Ausar was walking on the road as he stopped, looking over as he seen Art, Nienna and Isabella outside of some fort. Nienna looked at Ausar with a look that could kill, though he didn't think anything of it at the time. She instantly raced over to him, grabbing his arm with force and dragged him off to the side of the path. They stopped as they reached a bridge, Isabella, Art and Nienna all standing there as Nienna then said out loud that Ausar had planned to assassinate Art. Ausar didn't know how to respond, he knew he couldn't betray Calithilie, though he still cared for the Delvers, this made Ausar fall silent. Unable to answer the questions they asked. Art eventually used his illusion magic to cause Ausar to become dreary, eventually passing out from the effects as they carried him back to the keep. They tossed him into a cell, questioned him, used magic to attempt to make him talk and even stabbed him in the shoulder. After a beating, he still wouldn't talk. He sat in the cell for days. The darkened room, only illuminated by a small candle on the wall was all he seen for that time. After a while, Ausar attempted to use a rock that he had in his bag to hit the lever outside his cell, which worked perfectly as the rock fell on the lever from the toss, it allowed the gate to lift, ushering his escape. He ran around the keep for some time. Looking for an exit. He made it in the upper part of the keep. Attempting to smash the lock from the door, which failed. The only other option he had, was the front gate. Ausar crept back down to the ground floor, made his way around the halls by creeping slowly, along the sides of the walls. He eventually came to the main chamber, he seen Kinra, standing with her back turned as he took out his rock of clubbingness. He slowly made his way up to her, though she turned around and locked eyes with him. They stared at each other for a moment as she then yelled for one of the Delvers to catch him, he instantly turned around and ran back into the catacombs of the keep. Just wanting to get out as he frantically looked for an exit. He eventually sat in a corner, hoping they'd just go away, which they didn't. Ausar was eventually killed from a stab to the back of his neck as he laid on the floor defenseless, pinned down by a mages conjured beast. He awoke some time later at Cloud Temple, having a large scar across his neck, by the one he received from the beasts of the north so many years ago. Ausar knew he couldn't go back to the Delvers. After time, Calithilie's words began to ring in his head. Her hatred for the Delvers now starting to build within himself. Though still caring for a few certain members within their walls, though only to a point. Ausar, now living in Darkhaven with the Shad'rin. Myth came to Darkhaven after some time passed, though he didn't come alone. He brought the same woman, Isabella who was there when the Delvers captured him. This threw him into a worried fit, thinking they were only there to bring him back to the Delvers. Myth attempted to talk Ausar into leaving the Shad'rins home. Though it didn't work. Myth ended up clubbing Ausar over the head, rendering him unconscious for a bit. Isabella and Myth talked for a bit, which bought Ausar enough time to regain his consciousness, which he leapt up and drew his blade. Eventually Isabella calmed Myth back from fighting Ausar as he backed away to the wall, then edged to the doorway as Isabella then told him to seek her out if he ever changed his mind in the Driud's grove. He turned and ran without another word, just getting away from them as he seen them as a threat. After some time, Calithilie brought him to a remote location that was far from Darkhaven. Ausar had never seen the place before in his life. They both sat right in front of each other, see then proceeded to ask him if he wanted to become a full fledged member, which he said yes to. She then asked for his hand. He stuck his left hand out as he then took his hand, palm up. Her other hand pulled a strange dagger from her beltline, she admired the blade for a moment before placing the edge onto his hand. She sliced his skin as blood flowed out. Ausar cringed at the pain, though didn't flitch. She then removed her hand that held his wrist, cutting her hand as she then held her hand above his. The blood dripped onto his hand, changing from a crimson red, to a purple. The blood then seeped towards his cut, almost seeking it out as it then made its way into his veins. It sizzled and burned as Ausar gritted his teeth, the pain was almost unbearable. She then clasped their hands together, a small purple flame ignited around their hands. Moments later she removed her hand as the cut was now only a scar. Ausar looked in disbelief at the sight. They then left the area, returning back to Darkhaven. After a few days, Ausar was weakened to what seemed to be the flu. He layed down and when he awoke, his eyes were altered, now a different color as a marking of being infused. This made Ausar feel good, made him feel as he belonged with the Shad'rins. A family for him to live with that sees things similar to himself. Time continued to pass as Ausar followed Calithilie loyally. Always taking her orders, hardly thinking about what the outcome would be. He cared not as he thought he had found a new family. Though after a while, Calithilie seemed to go missing for months on end. No word was sent to Ausar of her whereabouts. Though he continued to scan the land for anything of interest that he could steal. Eventually making his way to the bordering town of the Delvers keep. There he came across two figures, one wearing a blue and gold suit with a mask wrapped around her face. Ausar instantly went on the attack as he climbed onto the wall she was standing at, making his way towards the masked woman as he drew his long sword. Though to his surprise, the woman suddenly summoned a small jet of fire as she cast it directly at him, Setting the front of his chest on fire for a brief time as he fell of the wall. Ausar rolled around on the ground as his chest plate seared into his flesh from the heat as he screamed. Though he was able to put the flames out from rolling in the dirt as he then sat up, looking up at the masked woman who now made her way down the wall towards him. Ausar crawled back, then shuffled to his feet as he still clutched his trusted long sword in his left hand, panting from the pain. The women instructed Ausar to run, though hearing her voice let him know who was under the mask. Knowing Calithilies voice from years of hearing it, he shifted from his angered state, practically crawling to Cali's feet. Begging for her to realize who he was. Why she was attacking him. All these thoughts running through his head as she kicked at him a bit as he layed on the ground in front of her. She walked up, grabbing his face as she administered a dose of refined Nightsap with force, causing him to pass out after a few moment. Then after she and another women carried him to he Delvers keep where he was taken to a room within the fort. Though shortly after, Nienna made an appearance and instructed Calithilie to bring him elsewhere, which she did. Once brought to the disclosed location, she left Calithilie and Ausar in the torture room as Calithilie began to ruthlessly kill Ausar slowly. Stabbing him with multiple blades, tearing at his flesh as she eventually ripped his beating heart from his chest. Ausar was brought back from the mysterious powers of the monks sometime after, only having memories of everything that took place in the village and when he awoke in the torture room, feeling immense pain from the withdrawal effects of the refined Nightsap before he was killed. Now only having those memories to fuel his thoughts of where Calithilie went. Though Ausar still has his mind, his anger and the constant issues of being abandoned in his past have pushed him to only rely on himself. No longer seeing anyone in general of being trustworthy. After some time, Ausar was traveling the mountains that bordered the Delvers keep. As he roamed across a familiar spot, he saw a figure sitting out by the edge, looking down at the view of the land. As he slowly approached the figure, he drew one of his trusty daggers from his belt. Closer and closer he got to the person as he was only feet now. He slowly reached out with his right hand, grasping the person's shoulder as they spun around to meet him with a dagger as well. Though as a few moments passed and he realized who it was, he seen it was the one person who still remained on the good side of himself. The only part of himself that hangs onto his humanity. She held the dagger up at him, anger flowed through her face as he seen it. He began to explain himself, his disappearance over the years. Everything that had transpired he explained to her. After awhile of her sitting in almost shock, she broke down and began to cry loudly, both of them embracing each other in a hug. They continued to talk through the night as things eventually faded from view(huehue). As the months passed and they continued to meet at a disclosed location, Yulna eventually came to the realization that she was pregnant with his child. She told him during one of their visits as he stood there. Ausar's mind processed what he heard as something in his mind changed a bit. His anger was partially snuffed by the words of his lover in a sense. Months continued to pass as Ausar went to work, building a home for him and his family to stay in and be safe as well. Which was provided by an old friend of course. Months continued to pass as Ausar finally finished the home. He left one day as he than met up with Yulna again as he took her and their unborn child to their new home. They walked for days as they came to the place, making their way inside as they got to the freshly built lair. Yulna gazed around in awe as Ausar showed her around the place. After doing so, Ausar than took a rest on the couch, which yulna continued to look around the home. After a bit, something was shown to be off about her though. She began to groan and wince in pain as Ausar than had an idea what was wrong. The baby was coming. Ausar took care of her in the hours that passed, eventually delivering his own child into Anthos with a proud smile on his face. After a bit, he handed his newly born daughter to Yulna, asking what should be her name. Yulna replied with one word only. Claudia. Ausar nodded in agreement, loving the name his mate had chosen. It fit her perfectly he thought as he looked at the two. Time passed. He continued to aid in raising Claudia with Yulna. His mind somewhat nulled by his recent and extended past by his child. Though as time went on. Ausar's mind began to creep to the darker thoughts that were held within the crevises on his head. Though for a while he held out. Still raising his daughter as well as tending to things that he saw fit to do. Often going out to collect up food, water. Anything of nessesity that needed to be brought or done around their home. Though as days and weeks passed. His mind lingered once more. Eventually. Ausar left his lair. Leaving Yulna with his daughter to be safe. He continued on into the far reaches of the land to try and attempt to dininish his sickened thoughts of gutting people alive. Torturing those he had negitive encounters with. All these things slowly drew him back to his old ways. After nearly a year of leaving home. Ausar finally returned back into the outskirts of civilization. Slowly making his way down the trails he had left beind as he neared his old home. He made his way in only to find the place was deserted and ransacked. Everything he had saved from when he was a boy upto now. Gone. It seemed someone had literally broken through the wall to his home and scoured up everything. Even Yulna and Claudia were nowhere to be seen. Thick dust now covering counters, ovens and makeshift furniture. His eyes began to burn with the low. Purple glow as his thoughts races. His daughter. The only thing he had cared for. Was taken away it seems. Yulna left the home for him to find in its condition. He stormed through the place. Throwing chairs and heaving anything he could pickup or get his hands around. Ausar eventually stormed from his old home. He managed to find a few things in a hidden stash before doing so though. Such as an old blade his father gave him when he was young. To a few old. Extremely stale cookies that were given to him by someone from his past. As Yulna took Claudia from him. He went on to find a new purpose. His anger swelling to a certain point once more as his past choices digs into his sanity. He continued traveling around the countryside. stealing and sleeping where he saw fit. Ausar's outlook on things changed within himself though over time as well. As he fought against the chaos that enstilled in his mind. A calmer side of himself has also taken shape in his conscious as a way for his mind to balance his thoughts. Though his actions are still chaotic and sometimes unpredictible Artwork

Great idea, though I see a few things that have to be brought to attention. First off, their size on how tall they stand and their weight. 8000 to 8500 is a bit overkill for if you think about it. I don't think a fully- grown troll would be able to do jack against one of these beasts.On that, maybe reducing the Braduk Rhinos weight by a few tons would help balance it out. Seeing something that would weigh even two tons could smash a stone wall with no problem after a few times. And for their bursts of speed and long- travel durability. I think if the Rhinos weighted less, this would help tip the scale on making them realistically travel great distances at a moderate speed. And make them a fun role playing experience in general. From those who would be playing an orc, raising them in the bonding stages. To those who would cross their paths in traveling. A bit or work on this other then that, I give my support. +1

Excellent idea Hex, I support this! +1