ThumperJack

As a dwarf (Also an orc, mind you), I can say this does work well so long as people are willing to listen to the Wargoth (Clan Father in a dwarf's case) when they call for a clan event. Now, what I'm about to say will most likely get me some hate, but... We need to quit using our bloodlust curse as an excuse to go pvp raiding. It's been the same for about 2-3 maps now, 'To much raiding you say? Sorry, but it's in the lore. We gotta raid, else we'll be breaking lore'. Yeah no. As some above have said, go and rp out a raid. I would love to walk into a town as my dwarf and see an rp battle between orcs and the locals, or to join an orc raiding party and actually earn scars and glory instead of making stuff up after a pvp fight (Yeah, I made up scars from pvp battles, it was sad because I was the only one who did it) There is a specific way to set your name with your clan name, it's, for example, Lurtz'Lur. You add your personal name, then '[clan name].

"Hodir Doomforged, unce Gran' King o' Urguan an' t'e onleh recen' King w'o wus able tuh push Oren back frum our lan's."

Racial buffs, etc. are the problem. Not to mention the many other races already listed upon making a new persona. It'd really just clog up the new persona creation.

Considering the amount of possible half elves, that wouldn't work. Elf+Human, Elf+Orc, yadda yadda, so on. You'd have to make a racial option for all of them when you get simply use the Elf option, or the other half of your race.

IC: Name: Demagol Doomforged Age: 480's? You lose track after some time. Race (If not mali'ker then an interview will be required): Doomforged Notable Skills: Smithing, Farming, Cooking How many will be moving in with you? I am alone. Do you accept the laws of Ker'nor and by extension Laureh'lin? Of course. P.S. I will most likely keep to myself should I be accepted, problems in the past have shown clearly that it is best I do so. I seek only a quiet place to hone my smithing, study my books, and relax away from the petty squabbles of Vailor. OOC: Mc Name: ThumperJack_

Skolas'Zhul inhales deeply, staring into the fire of his small camp in the desert "Diz am nub'hozh tik tuh cawm buck, bub...whu da zkah kayres? Mi nub. More zkullz tuh cruzh agh zplit, hunur tuh gain, glureh tuh fynd." The lone Zhul nods to himself approvingly.

Name: Demagol Doomforged Age: 460's, close to that. You lose track after some time. Race: Doomforged Intended topic of book: The Khorvadic Empire of Athera, or Kal'Velukrumm [[MCname]]: ThumperJack_ [[Timezone]]: CST

Skolas'Zhul watchs the other orc clans ready for war, and despite his overwhelming want to join in the fighting, he has no reason nor a side to take. Sadly the grey-skinned orc settles for just watching the two sides.

Jhes Bralor looks upon his Legion of Mando'ade, various regiments and squads lined up with the yellow Lieutenants at the front, the red, then the common blue. Off to the side stand Jhes' personal squad of Mandalorians, adorned in black and gold armor like his own. Their ships await above Balmorra while the troops prepare for landing. "Vod! Today is our first major offensive in decades! Today we strike a blow to the Republic for all clans of Mandalore! Today...we reclaim our glory!" Cheering resounds through the ranks, before slowly they all quiet. Three voices begin to hum, before they all join in. Then they begin to chant, louder and louder. "Kote! Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an. Manda'lor a'den mhi, Vode an. Bal kote, darasuum kote, Jorso'ran kando a tome. Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an. Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an. Manda'lor a'den mhi, Vode an. Bal... Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc talyc runi'la solus cet o'r. Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc talyc runi'la trattok'o. Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!" Thus began the first attack of Clan Bralor, landing on Balmorra. Mod Actions: -Clan Bralor lands on Balmorra establishing a beachhead and camp here- -Supplies and weapons are handed out to all soldiers- -Squads are created, consisting of six men each. All have one medic, one demolitions, one technician, two standard soldiers and one squad leader- -A message is sent to the Imperial base in Sobrik, notifying them of their arrival and asking if they have a specific set of instructions for them- -The ships stay in orbit along with whatever other Imperial ships may be around, each having enough hands to run it adequately. NOT a skeleton crew-

A Doomforged hears of this, and shakes his head while staring into the fire of his camp "Per'aps t'ere's somethin' ah can duh ta' 'elp." He packs his small amount of items, then starts on the trek to the Caliphate.

"Oya! A'den be Mando'ade! Oya!" With the clan's trigger fingers twitching and their once settled want for vengeance renewed, Jhes Bralor rallies them. Newly adopted and old veterans alike hear the story of their great defeat in the Mandalorian Wars, further enraging his clan, his army. Clan Bralor, now nearing their old strength and far surpassed their old love of war, delves into the front lines of the war. Actions: -Clan Bralor accepts the contract with the Sith Empire, moving farther into the galaxy- -They begin raiding Republic defenseless and/or planets with minor defenses while making their way to Balmorra Mod- -Should they come upon a lone cruiser, they would surely attack and attempt a hijack Mod- -All warriors are divided into regiments and ranks according to the old Neo-Crusaders- -Rations are increased for each individual slightly, better weaponry are handed out to the better warriors- -Feasts are held after each victory, celebrating their win and remembering those lost-

"Mando'ad draar digu" Jhes Bralor paces back and forth in his command tent, a single wood table sits in the center with a small holo map, Jhes' black and gold T-shaped helmet, and his lunch atop of it. Ever since the Mandalorian Wars and the slow fall from crusaders to pirates, Clan Bralor has decayed. Now, with Jhes leading the clan it has seen a new light. A chance at vengeance. Staying on a nameless moon while they prepare. "Vestay!" He calls outside his tent to his daughter, and second-in-command. The woman walks inside adorned in dark green beskar'gam, with her helmet held under his arm "Aye buir?" Jhes looks to her, flicking his hand at her helmet "Get your buy'ce on, pack your things. Pass my words around the aliit." Vestay nods, the young woman's excitement barely contained as she goes to prepare. The camp is cleared within the day. The two starships, two Gage-class transports (Each with a Mandalorian insignia painted roughly on them). The clan is moved onto the ships within the next six hours, and they are ready to fly by the end of the second day, which they do of course. A month later, after the Mandalorian clan had picked off a few freighters in the farther reachs of the outer rim, Jhes Bralor speaks to his daughter "Send a message the Sith Empire, have a contract made and that we will fight for them. Until we hear back, we will continue raiding these various moons and picking off the few captians who brave these reachs." -A message is sent to the Sith Empire, stating the wish of a mercenary contract- -Small ships and freighters in the area of Geonosis, Ryloth, and Lamerrd are attacked by Clan Bralor for supplies- -Some children and/or men and women captured during raiding will be adopted into the clan if willing- -All able-bodied men and women ages 10 and up are expected to fight (Thus is Mandalorian tradition)- -All are expected to do their share of the keeping the ships up (Engineering, janitorial duties, Food and supplies, etc.)- -If anyone is caught slacking, punishment will be given depending on the importance of their duty-

Demagol shakes his head, already facepalming repeatedly "Ah knew some o' t'ose 'ammehfis's nee'ed ah few brains...bu' t'is beh complete idio'c!"

Forum Name: Thumper Planet, Fleet, etc to you wish to be (Like Onderon, Third Republic Army, etc.): Clan Bralor/Mandalore Faction (Sith, Czerka, independent etc.): Mandalorians Character name (Your leader): Jhes Bralor Force user?: No Profession? (Sith, republic officer, politician etc): Mercenary Race: Human Notable Skills/Traits: Arrogant, Cruel, Intelligent, Cunning, Proud, Sharpshooter and Blademaster, Skilled in Blaster rifles and vibroblades, general dislike of force-users and hate of Jedi Age: 37

Mate, no one 'hates' you. Any roleplay posts that I might've made on your threads were purely roleplay, and nothing more. The threads themselves were as some above have said, quite random and didn't make any sense with how the Kingdom was currently going. I'm sure if you tried making another dwarf, joined a clan and perhaps joined the Legion or a workforce then you'd forget all about this 'Hated' mindset. Heck, there has been people on the server who seemed to 'hate' me then not a week later we were cracking jokes together as if nothing were ever wrong! Here's a better map on how to get set in-game: 1. Start a new character, go fresh and clean. 2. Join a group or your racial nation. Get in good with them and have fun, once you're here you won't care what others say. 3. Play your character out and develop his/her story, and if you ever get comfortable with him/her to start your own group, go for it! Hope that helps you.

A Doomforged, still traveling around and happening to have heard the man's speech, claps with his gauntleted hands. He withdraws his hood to reveal a dark-skinned face, half of it being covered in old burn scars. The half-breed's age is unknown, but any who would dare look at his bloodred eyes would see he is merely a tired veteran of war "Ah will nee' tuh speak wit' t'is man someday." Demagol wanders off, apparently happy after hearing the speech.

Demagol, somewhere, sighs "T''is elger is riogh' an' wrong. Aye, per'aps t'e dwedmar nee' tuh swallow t'eir pride an' go wit' t'e riveh's flow. Bu' both Urguan an' Oren are onleh fiogh'n cuz t'ey're arses are 'urtin' frum all t'e back an' forth fiogh'n. Both nations nee' tuh quit sayin' miones biggeh t'an yers an' instea' say le's call it ah draw."

Wyrric Irongut continues to tend the farms of Kal'Ordholm, oblivious to two sides' doings and proclamations. Meanwhile... Demagol keeps wandering the far reaches of Vailor, receiving word of the various propagandas etc. going around. "Bah...if onleh Urguan an' Oren woul' quit spittin' comebacks at eachotheh an' pu' an end tuh t'is rivalreh."

What is ye name?- Wyrric Irongut How active are you in the kingdom? ((How long you are online each day/week))- Could be better, RL things and such. What god do ye worship the most? (( Who is your patron god? Please read up on the relevant information under "The Brathmordakin".))- Yemekar, The Maker. ((What is your skype name? This is not required however if you give it you'll be added to the eventual Dwarven clergy chat.))- Still don't have it.

Ye mate.

Wyrric 'Realm-Seer' Irongut Basic Information Nicknames: 'Realm-Seer' Age: 450's Gender: Male Race: Dwarf, particulary Cave/Mountain Dwarf mix Status: Alive and Healthy Description Height: 4'11 Weight: Body Type: Eyes: Blue Hair: Dark brown, well-kept with a shorter than dwarf-average beard. Skin: Pale with a bit of a tan Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Healthy Personality: Kind and Well-Mannered Inventory: Sword, Food, other traveling needs. Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Deity: Yemekar Religion: Brathmordakin Alliance/Nation/Home: Urguan Job/Class: Wandering Merchant Title(s): None Profession(s): Blacksmith, Farmer, Cook, Miner Special Skill(s): Flaw(s): -==Work in Progress==-

Head over to the Wiki my friend!

Name: Wyrric Irongut [Mc Name]: ThumperJack_ Race: Dwarf Magic you wish to study: I haven't decided, most likely an Evocation of sorts for starters then move on to other studies. Who are you currently learning magic from within the Order? (If Applicable) None

Demagol Doomforged shakes his head, sitting in his home just afront of his warm fireplace "..Even ah ironclad, war-cryin' Doomforged lioke mehself wan's peace evereh unce in ah whiole... looks lioke ah'll 'ave tuh wai' anotheh centureh er twu fer t'at."

Demagol Doomforged, having once held a seat on Velkan II Ironborn's council, blinks a moment "..Hrm...t'is deserves tuh beh investigated." The Doomforged strokes his beard in deep thought as he returns to his home.