Ragadorus

OOC MC Name: Archonia Skype: Ragadorus Do you have TS? If not, are you willing to get one? ye IC [!] An old man, wearing the standard of the Golden Crow, looks upon you with dull eyes. Tapping the paper with the end of his quill,, he asked: “Name, boy?”: Abram Votyakov. “Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: Karovia. Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: Years of Akovian fighting, the Akovian Second Regiment, the Sons of Vydra. “Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joining?”: Petrus was empty, there was no work to be found. Do ya have ah profession?”: A bit of lumberjacking, a bit of farming. “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: Niet. ((already in crows nd siegrad chats))

A hooded man says, "I don't think this guy understands how bidding works..."

Tun'Lak Basic Information Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Olog Description Height: 12'6" Weight: 1,387 lbs Eyes: Black Skin: Deep Red Personality: Generally simplistic and friendly Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Deity: Laklul Religion: Heiling Laklul Alliance/Nation/Home: The Swamp Job/Class: Olog Title(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Smashing things. Alternatively, picking things up, and then smashing them. Favored Weapon: A large battleaxe. Biography Parents: Wun'Lur and Wan'Lak Extended Family: Cousin once-removed Kryllal'Kog'Vanir History Tun was born in a small, innocent orcish farming village, away from his parents, not knowing his family. His life was ruined when he was naught but a lad of six, when the peaceful village was attacked by a horde of Halfling bandits. The village was slaughtered; Tun found himself to be the sole survivor. Tun struck out and wandered until eventually, he happened upon the Trog, and met Shreck. Shreck took him in to his clan, clan Lak, and introduced him to the wonders of the swamp and Laklul. Tun eventually met Wun'Lur, who was determined to be his father via similar appearances advanced orcish genetic testing. Tun went on to have numerous incredible and episodic adventures, such as when he met Laklul, or the other time he met Laklul, or any of the multitude of other adventures that he totally had that just don't spring to mind at the moment. Artwork

A wandering passerby stops and notices the sign. "Well, killing fisherman? That seems a bit counter intuitive. Are they also killing the cats that hunt for fish, or the wolves that hunt deer? If I kill an animal for food, than am I not simply another predator? And, being an animal predatorially eating another animal, am I not nature myself, thus undermining the entire point of this so-called alliance? These man-eaters pervert the natural order." The wandering passerby then gets bored and jumps into a nearby stream, punching fish with impunity.