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Tulip would make a tactical retreat from this battle and certainly not in a craven or cowardly way but in a smart and good way.

"What about the fifth brother, Wick." ghoul said

Tulip mourns the Wick life he cannot recall. Bottle/Gambole only wished he could forget 

Tulip revels in victory though grows to become deep in thought. The fighting had been vicious and tough,  he wanted to become stronger, faster, able to deliver more ruin more rapidly in order to accomplish such fights with more ease.

Tulip the Ghoul managed to tactically retreat from the battle, and report back to his vile lords.

Tulip skitters about to please his vile lords.

Muramir lights a candle for Draakopf, gone too soon.

MC Name:

         HurfDurf

Character's Name:

         Tulip

Character's Age:

         83

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Human

Transformed form:

         Ghoul

Creator's MC Name:

         greisn

Creator's RP Name:

         Radovan

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A ghoul is a entry level form of risen dead. Generally unhappy, leaning towards darker emotions as they deal with being a shambling corpse. Weak to gold and aurum as all dead are, weak boned, they also can be burned very easily and quickly. They are not particularly strong, only matching up with the strength of an average human. Being an animated dead body means they dont gotta eat or drink, sleep, cant drown etc.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Rotting flesh and muscle hanging off bones, reeking of decay, often seen in equally tattered and bedraggled armor.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Butler Belie cleans up after the debacle muttering under his breath.

Belie the Butler grumbles about more messes to clean in the near future.

Dwelgin welcomes his King, Mentor, and friend, into the halls.

Doomed Death

Dwelgin Doomforged sat slumped in the  dirt, leaning against the sloping hillside of a vineyard. "Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze".

In and out he would breath, his breath becoming more labored as his lungs slowly filled with blood. A large Ork crafted javelin  planted firmly in his chest with great might. He had not intended on dying that day as he went on his rounds, traveling to various mines, but then again most folk don't intend on dying, certainly not drowning on their own blood.

It was in his traveling outside of Petra when he came across the scene of an Olog terrorizing Hohkmati allies. 

He bore no particular loyalty to these mages of Hohkmat but it would be a shame to his people and his clan if he were to leave allies out to die.

With a bellowing cry he would draw his axe and charge into the fray, unarmored and unworried in his confidence that the already wounded Olog could be taken down with haste.

It wouldnt take long for the odds to swing even for the hulking Olog as the beast was easily able to throw one wizard over the ledge of tall walkway, breaking her ankle on the way down. Her companion being obliged to carry her to safety leaving Dwelgin and another to face off with the Olog. 

Giving chase, Dwelgin and his Wizard companion would follow the Olog down hill into dense grape patches when, with an abrupt flash, his wizard companion was gone, leaving him alone with the 800 pound beast which had briefly vanished from view. Undeterred Dwelgin ploughed on through the grapes when in an instant the Olog did reappear, hurling a javelin with all his terrible might. Wearing his regular street attire Dwelgin was entirely unprepared for the javelin that now found itself bursting through his chest, throwing him backwards to the ground, making a ruin of his inside bits. His vision wavering, he watches the Olog make its escape as he lays insensate in the dirt. It would be there that we would die, unwitnessed, and alone, coughing out a final gout of blood over his chest before croaking

At some point, somewhere near Petra in its expansive vineyards one would stumble upon the corpse of a freshly slain Dark Dwed of the Doomforged Clan. axe fallen by his side as his cold corpse lay there, skewered by a large javelin, clutching a blood smeared amulet dedicated to Yemekar.

[thanks @Mark2282 for the good rp]

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"Make peace with us! Those alliance mutts say as they pillage and raid the country side of all lands, carrying off women and children if they aren't killed outright. Truly they must surely be seeking peace with such deplorable actions. The Veletzian alliance will not get the control they so desperately want, the world wont yield to these monsters." said Belie the Butler to the other servantry as he replaces candles and old bouquets around the Palace in Vallagne 

Mired in muck and misery, morose man Belie makes his way homeward after the Veletzian forces failed to find him. Slyer then a rat.

Belie the Butler fled the church slick as a rat as soon as it became apparent things were not going well, pushing people aside as he dove out a window into the canal below.  He would then spend an inordinate amount of time cowering in the muck under some canal side dock waiting for these rabid raiders to leave, for they made no distinction between soldiers and citizens.

rockem sockem robot?

Dwelgin Doomforged tends his livestock and makes merry in Urguan, not allowing the desperate demoralizing efforts of the orkine rabble to rattle him too much, mostly. Though he does pour one out for the greater number of civilians lost.

Belie retells events of the Haense attack to Renilde as he reads them due to the aging crones fading eye sight. "These contemptuous whoresons, these wretched pig-dogs, these monobrowed , jack-booted thugs, these befouled , rapacious mongrels! I tell you their treachery and low cunning will be answered by your just blade Renilde! No one else will be forced to lick the boot of a Veletzian anymore when the world is freed from them!" @tilly

Belie the Butler cleans up after Renilde

Dwelgin swore to himself never to get caught up in the low efforts of common bandits and so he didnt, staying home to tend to livestock instead.

Dwelgin puts this grievous wrong in his book of grudges, for making him lose was a grudge worthy crime.

MC Name:

         HurfDurf

Character's Name:

         Belie W

Character's Age:

         18

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         House Magery

Teacher's MC Name:

         https://prnt.sc/om8OMEz5PrQn

Teacher's RP Name:

         Self Teaching

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Belie gives the missive a cursory look over before confidently turning to the crone Renilde and stating,"Its something to do with some variety of wizard party, I'm quite sure of it. I will need to get your best event attire freshly laundered for this, polish the shoes, it'll be a grand time I'm sure." @tilly