Boomzerang

Welcome to the infantry, soldier. Roles have been given.

>TFW dark elves have more lutaumans than orcs

Don't be a *****, and tell whoever is a ***** to you to piss off. Chill and let life go wherever, there's no point in trying to figure out the future. Don't take anything too seriously, laugh **** off.

can I join?

A STORM BREWS The days grew and shrunk in size, wars were waged and battles were fought. And yet, his hunger for warfare, for death was insatiable. He would spend months, even years at a time perfecting weapons - explosive arrows, which would take time to detonate, canisters which would release a pungent odour, paralyzing, if not outright killing any hapless enough to be caught in its perimeter;Thanium bombs that would chill their victims to the bone, and cause those not careful of where they treaded frostbite. Although, throughout all of his endeavours for the deadliest arms, there was one element with which he mingled not. Fire. Gunpowder would not light itself; gas, until released, would not harm a soul. Even thanium, powerful as it may be, cannot emerge from the bowels of the earth without aid. Fire, on the other hand, could start anywhere for any amount of reasons, and when it started, few would be brave enough to stop it. For months, Chuck-ee wrecked his brain, pulled enough hair from his head to make thousands of feet of rope, downed enough bottles of ale to drown even the tallest of Uruks. He tried many things - wood, peat, even the fur of many animals.Nothing worked. Nothing until he dropped a flame near his twenty-fifth bottle of ale that day. It went up in flames, and for nearly five entire minutes, it burned, lighting the workshop around him. In the flickering light, the goblin grinned. He decided this stuff needed to be carried easily - a small pint bottle would do. He filled his first bottle with grog from his own reserve, and soaked a rag in some of it. The rag was used to plug the mouth of the bottle, and so, the first of many weapons was created - he decided to name these things, ‘Peturl Bombs’ in honour of his father, Peturl-Bom. Chuck-ee soon began stockpiling these things in a large warehouse, to be used by a warband that he believed he would inevitably own, and until recently, they lay in wait. But again, Chuck-ee is restless, and he knows that one day, he will again wreak havoc upon Axios. ★ ★ ★ The goblin strode into the sandstone city with a sneer on his face. All around, he say bland faces - a blue orc, streaks of black adorning his face, passing over his eyes. A crimson one, clad in plate armour, his hair a black devoid of any light reflection. He continued toward the city’s forge, where he planted his feet, and beckoned toward the crimson orc. “Who’s in charge ‘round here?” “I am.” The goblin looked mildly disgusted. “Never did like you Raguks, but I suppose I’ll bear being led by one. What is your-” The Rex had lost interest in their conversation - instead, he went with the blue orc toward a large palace seemingly carved into the cliff face nearby. Chuck-ee decided he would follow, although he was halted at a tall door. Into a sign nearby were simply carved the words, “War Room.” After attempting to force himself into the room, and consequently tiring himself out, he simply left, and headed back toward the city. After an hour had passed, the Rex returned to the city, where Chuck-ee would lie in preparation to confront him. “Oi, c***, you walked away from our conversation, and I intend to finish it!” “This goblin again? One more word out of your mouth and I’ll appoint you Cuntsgoth of the Uzg.” “I thought you were the only holder of that title. Trying to delegate power, I suppose?” He succeeded in enraging the Rex, who promptly stood at his full height, a rather intimidating seven feet and nine inches. “You want to f****** fight?” “Aye, let’s go, fenian c***.” They headed deeper into the city, where all hell broke loose; when it seemed that Kuntklobbera would be the victor by a landslide, the goblin not having landed one strike on him, something deep inside the red-haired being stirred. Something ancient. Something that he felt only in the midst of battle. Something that made him lust for blood. Without hesitation, the lank being reached into his trouser pocket. And produced a small bottle of booze, only half a pint in volume. The difference between this and others, however, was that it was topped not with a cork bung, as would be custom. Instead, one would find a soaked rag, reeking of strong ale. The Rex, curious as to the contents of the bottle, stood in defiance, and allowed the goblin to finish. Soon, the rag stopping the liquid from pouring out was lit, and the bottle hurtled toward the Urukish King. It struck true, and shattered on impact; this caused its contents to coat the Rex, and as the flaming rag came closer to fuel, the red being burst into an inferno, causing him to howl in agony. The goblin danced and kicked up the sand around him, screeching in delight, “LOOK AT HIM GO, LOOK AT HIM GO!” Kuntklobbera was still, and seeing this, the goblin approached. He placed one foot on the Rex’s back, and began chanting his own name victoriously - this celebration was not to last, as soon, the Rex had risen from the ashes, blistered and scarred from the fire. Without delay, and blinded by his own bloodlust, he floored the goblin, and promptly shot a foot toward his head. Everything went black But this would not be his final less-than-pleasant encounter with Chuck-ee, not by a longshot, for within the goblin’s mind, a storm brewed, a storm much like the one that brewed when he wished for blood to be drawn, and which caused him to endlessly evolve his weaponry. And soon, that storm would be set free.

THE ROWDY RHINO [!] Signs plaster the walls and notice boards of all major cities KRUGMAR’S tavern is under new ownership, and with this comes an invitation to all to join in the Urukish festivities. THE ROWDY RHINO is a safe haven to those tired of bad drink and good service. We offer the strongest grog on Tahn, and for those tired of alcohol, we have an array of less than orthodox goods on display. Any race is welcome to enjoy the atmosphere, relax with some comrades, or make the odd bet on the not-so-uncommon tavern brawls. Be warned, any patrons that are deemed dishonourable due to their actions will be dealt with according to the laws of KRUGMAR, regardless of race, gender, or social status - dishonourable actions include, but are not limited to: THEFT MUGGING MURDER VANDALISM So come to THE ROWDY RHINO today, and hope we like the look of you. [!] The signature at the bottom of each posted would be smudged, the bottoms stained yellow and giving off the pungent aroma of alcohol

The world cactus was revived by the ever merciful Pool of Kush

To me, this is a bit of a problem. Although I can certainly not call myself a new player, I'm not completely sure of what I can and can't do with and regarding spirits. Is it possible for a non-shaman to travel to the spirit realm, contact spirits, and request things from them etc, or is this reserved for Lutaumans and Farseers? There are certain things that overlap a lot between normal worship and shamanism, and making guidelines for people to be able to know what they can and can't do with their character would help at least myself dabble a lot more into the worship of spirits. TL;DR I don't know what I can do with spirits and I'm spooked because big scary MTs might chase me down

Oh boy Cracks Knuckles 1. That's because you people can barely distinguish your and you're, much less formulate lists 2. Call up Canada and tell them you have the puck 3. Yes we do. In fact, they're free, unlike yours 4. That is completely subjective. 5. Leicester 6. Travel slogan : The USA - We would still be bashing rocks if not for the British 7. Let's also compare population, and the ratio of people that get them. America literally gets one in a million, while the UK gets about one in every 500,000 people 8. How many did you fail to land on the moon, or get into space? 9. Subjective again 10. Are you called Joseph Stalin? Didn't think so 11. California also has a lowe GDP per capita than England 12. *cough* Bentley 13. *cough* Bentley 14. Does taking over one fifth of the world's land mass do it for you? 15. Because we can do jobs you actually need half a brain for 16. It's called Russia. Biggest country in the world? One million men in their infantry? 17. Oh we mostly do Americans' work for them 18. Well football actually involves what is in its name, and you literally plagiarised rugby, added armour, and slapped your name on it 19. Sorry, what was that point about 'saving our arses during WWII'? 20. Queen, anyone? 21. Basil Brush would beg to disagree 22. *cough* Bentley 23. Let's compare ratio of people who get them again. 24. Ah yes, and then you get such wonderful choices as Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, not to mention that maniac Bush you had running the nation 25. Look and sound fancy. What exactly does your education system do, other than running people into debt, of course 26. No, you have American Football and Basketball hooligans making up for them 27. We have free healthcare 28. I'm not sure if you mean this literally or not, but either way - *cough* Seattle, and *cough* Refer to point 19 29. Bit rich coming from a country ruled by a television personality, isn't it? 30. Subjective. Regardless, we find ways to entertain ourselves that aren't sitting in front of a television all day every day 31. Our authors 32. Sherlock 33. That's because we make good choices in regards to who rules our country. Refer to point 29 34. We sent men to America and made that possible 35. Your high university costs discourage advanced education 36. Refer to points 10 and 16 37. Churchill and David Lloyd George 38. That's because you're 3,600 miles from it 39. Maybe if you learned something about British culture you'd know. We know all about your words because you seem to enjoy shoving them down peoples' throats. Refer to your own points 18 and 26 40. Rock and Roll was made better here

??? please get ur **** together gms thank you goodbye You're free to +1 this post ;)

TIOCFAIDH AR LA! DOWN WITH THE QUEEN!

Name of Spirit and Aspect: Enrohk, Spirit of Bloodlust, Savagery and War Blessing: A lesser form of bloodlust, once per elven day. Something easier to control, at the tradeoff of the effects not reaching the same extent. Daily Worship(How you choose to worship daily): Burning a blood-soaked rag each day, commonly his own, but occasionally that of a captured slave, etc.

Post music that you either listen to or are listening to right now I need new music

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe Raguks are supposed to be the labourers/workers/whatever you want to call them

Lukas Novokain (Boomzerang) signs the charter, the 'k' in his name having notably dark smudges beneath it from misspelling his own name. "Never was much good at mathematics." He mumbles as he walks off.

NAME: Gholug'Braduk RACE: Ork SKYPE: You have it PREFERED BUSINESS(D/S): Distribution TEAMSPEAK(Y/N): Y

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdXQJS3Yv0Y)) "Thiz can bring in plenty of money for the Uzg..." An orc mumbles to himself as he searches his home for his trusty whip

premium mineman roleplay is something to dox over amirite stop being *****, please

OOC NAME: Boomzerang RP NAME: Gholug'Braduk CLAN ALLIGANCE (IF APPLICABLE): Braduk KRUGHAI RANK (IF APPLICABLE): N/A SPIRIT TO BE DEVOTED TO: Leyd

Gholug'Braduk downs a tankard of grog to the name of Braduk... And another... Until he finally forgets the trio of purebloods that approached him earlier that day.

How can we create WUDISTAN without WUD #FREE WUD

IC Name & Clan Ranking: Gholug'Braguk, Wargoth IC Reason for Recruitment: Lead his men into war, aiding the Urukish War Effort IGN: Boomzerang Skype: You have it Time-Zone: BST/GMT

I believe you misspelled Braguk there, Hedge ;) But in all honesty, this would probably be for the best of the community, as much as I agree that if you want events, get someone in your race to become an ET. If I'm honest, the only real reason I haven't applied to become ET is because both characters that I have mean a good deal to me, but to anybody in the smaller player groups who has a spare slot, you should definitely consider making an app. Saying that, if the existing ETs gave other races some lovin', I wouldn't complain.