Moby_Derp

~ The Deep Cold, 1634 ~ Twas an eerie evening in Sutica, when that fateful trio showed up in town... Two merchants and a mercenary they were: a relatively normal sight many would say, and yet they had a bizarre feeling to them, with both merchants speaking in strange tongue and accent, and the mercenary: although better at common, still sounded rather odd. An argument ensued between the two factions: Trio against Suticans, an insult slung at the elves, a retort was sent back... This string of wit and language continued for many an hour, until their blood-lust could no longer be restrained. The Great and Powerful Falk Geldmeister struck out at a man known as Whitlock, a fist full of brass and gems flung into his right eye. Alas! Combat ensued: The seemingly powerless merchant, Sulayik, sprinted forward dagger in hand towards an armoured man known as Angelo, but as it was, the warrior was far too experienced and defended against the blow, with help from his gorget. From the back! A woman with her spear, although Sulayik deftly dodged: another attack, but Sulayik had already dived out the way. Angelo faced his once more... A scream of pain from Sulayik! Another man by the name of Maenir had stabbed him through the leg, an exclamation of joy flew from his lips, sharply ended as Maenir was flung towards Angelo by the wrist. From the sky, two crows shelled towards Sulayik, alas the assault was shortly ended from by screams in the ears of all combatants "STOP!!" Silence drifted over the brawl, neither group moving, looking from side to side... Falk and Sulayik paired up, backing up near the gates, whilst the Mercernary: Garsen remained where he was. 3... 2... 1... Within a few seconds, Falk and Sulayik twisted to face the gate, sprinting off into the distance: Angelo followed suit, deftly knocking Sulayik into the waters below the bridge, whilst Falk had easily made far too much distance! Garsen continued to fight off his opponents alone, whereas Sulayik began to swim towards the opposite shore, chased by Angelo who had now abandoned much of his armour. Time passed... Sulayik and Garsen had been taken down, with Falk being abandoned in chase... A victory for the Suticans! Or... they thought. In the horizon, the great and powerful Falk charged back down the bridge, deftly fighting back against the Suticans for his fallen brethren! One by one, the Suticans fell, none could stand against his valiant assault! Soon, all his enemies laid dead at his feet, a great victory for Falk Geldmeister! Suticans: 0 | Hulphonites: 1 - Written and Edited by the esteemed Sulayik Spitzer

((Username: Moby_Derp)) Full name: Sulayik Spitzer Age: 23 District: Three Political Party (If applicable): National Hulphonistic Bureau of Shekel Brief bio/speech/campaign kick off: "Ponce, is good place, yes! But what Ponce of lacking? Business! Business runs everything: taxes, war, bread, the land people own, yes? Even tavern is of business! Comrades! You have heard speech of representatives of various parties, who have told you about the workers’ struggle or their strange faith. And now the countries around us, are agitated for more war. They say that Oren must also prepare to continue in the war, hundreds of millions of shekels must be squeezed out of the people for new armaments, for armaments without end. And in Oren, too, a section of the Socialists echoes this false, criminal call. But here, in Ponce, we should not worry over pitiful stick-fighting! We are men of business and labour. I promise, along with my fellow Hulphonites, to turn Ponce into a gold mine! A glorious city of business and wealth, where no man, woman or child will go hungry! Where no matter who you are, you will have a house, land and all your heart's desires... Just by working hard. Work together, people of Ponce, yes!" Printed in bold at the bottom of the page, is what you assume to be the slogan of the party: PEACE, LAND, AND BREAD.

Gukdan would take his few last steps up a steep hill, surveying the crimson field of death taking up his visage. He would sigh at the amount of corpses strewn across the battlefield. "Enrohk grows stronger each day..." He'd shrug, seating himself onto the soft grass, before beginning to chant away to himself...

Sulayik Spitzer would rush over to his secret stash of shekels, frantically piling up a pouch full of gold to pay Jyor off with.

Sulayik Spitzer nods to himself, scribbling down many notes into his trusty notepad as he saunters around town, occasionally looking up to talk to passerby's.

Sulayik Spitzer is almost certain to be there, especially if Falk is going.

I'll have a read of this tomorrow, but for now: Naughty, Naughty! Stop with the Dark Shamanism REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hell to the yes, although I have a question. Can they be made with two Shamans of seperate sub-shamanism: One Spirit Smith and one Lutauman? Also, is this a Raguk only thing?

xd meme rofl copter

The mention of strong, fighting Satyrs peaks the interest of Gukdan. A challenge perhaps?

Can I use my Spirit Items? ;) *wink*

Gukdan would pace back and forwards, contemplating the new act, thinking to himself: "Zkah dat, diz will nub stop mi frum habin' ale at all dah tavurnz eigh vizit."

An orc would frown at the side of the road, thinking to himself. "The other descendants complain at us having slaves and yet here are the monkeys... With slaves."

A large orc would be found peering at the sheet of paper, before preparing himself to hunt the strange creatures. "Nubazh stealz mi loot!"

Alrighty. Thanks bb

A single tear drips down Gukdan's face as the story is retold to him by Shagarath.

Year 1619 - The legendary smith known as Gukdan'Raguk returns to the Uzg, who then joins the Shamanic Fellowship as the greatest Motsham with infinite wisdom to give out. The Uzg is back to its true form with Gukdan's return.

Does anyone have knowledge of these creatures, or are they completely amiss from any Shamanic texts or scriptures.

Not my idea, totally.