Moby_Derp

Gukdan thinks that Dom's are copying Dar ob Griish with their white tattoos!

Gukdan hung his head low, seating himself on the sands of the arena, cupping his hands around it and lifting it up, only to watch it fall back down. "Anuber azh fallz... Fallz tu ah korrupt mynd, juz' lyke Orgon... Perhapz diz am Orgon's revenge, tu korrupt ah 'Rex' agh hab him flat owr bruddahs agh ziztas." The uruk would stand, quickly rushing back to his forge. "Drokon... Hi am nub Rex. Juz' ah evil being agh duz nub gruk hiz own aktiunz. Hi wihl regret iht zuun enuff." Gukdan would look to the sky once more, a wave of emotion and sorrow washed over his face, and yet there were no tears, for he had none left to give. "Drokon... lat baztard."

Gukdan would sit on the steps of his forge, looking up at the sky, his face contorted and angry. He could be heard whispering to himself, in short bursts of anger. "Lat did nub dezerve zuch ah flat... Lat zhuld hab lib'd much lunger den diz... Du nub wurry bruddah, mi wihl put lat bubhozh body tu hozh uze... Gazigazh wuld be prowd uf lat accomplizhmentz!" He'd stand up, stomping into the streets of San'Torr.

Gukdan would scratch his chin, having heard the rumour from Jukha. "Ah zmith eh? Mi myt vizit him... agh peep if dah rumourz am tru."

Gukdan prepares himself for the feast, hoping to satisfy the great Spirit with many gifts. "Diz wihl bi fun... prubablee."

Gukdan is disappointed in the lack of blood.

A small, hunched over elderly man would walk by, wishing he had protection when he did the dirty...

Gukdan would sit alone in his cave, hunched over a small table, rapidly scribbling on a small parchment. His face showed little emotion as he wrote, his hands beginning to sweat and cramp from the writing. To Malog and the Orcs of San'Torr: It is within my best interests to keep friendly relations with my brethren, even if some may not accept me and my fellow Shamans choices. Because of the recent... Leave of our High Shaman, there is no longer a set leadership holding our circle together, nor are any of us willing to take up the task. Therefore I find it so that those of Angathgul who wish to return may do so freely as I nor anyone else has the right to restrict them. I wish to propose to you that if those who do not wish for a permanent stay San'Torr, then you should allow them to visit whenever with the intentions of benefiting each other and re-enforcing the bonds that were broken. I myself am not ready to return once more to my brethren and wish to ask permission to visit from time to time, to deal with the duties of an Elder in my clan, having turned a blind eye to them for too long. I know that some of the Uruk may not appreciate this request, but I ask that you consider it as such and remember that an Uruk is free to do as he wishes, and shall never be held against his will. Gukdan would sign his name at the bottom of the paper, leaving a large hand-print in his blood next to it before sending the bird off from the cave.

Gukdan reads over the parchment, before laughing and returning to his hermit cave, to continue his lonely existence.

Gukdan questions whether to finish off the Elvish Orphan that he captured, reading the treaty within his hermit cave.

Buhbye Smaw. I hope you can find something to spend your time on, whether it be fapping or drug dealing.

It's okay. Anything with Pokemeon related themes is okay with me ;)

Pokemon.

Not enough music sex

Needs more Fae Rings

Gukdan would read the short but comical message from the Shaman, chuckling to himself. "Fly awae litul birdie... Fly awae"

Name- Gukdan'Raguk Race- Orc Gender- Male Details- Shamanic Writings on his arms (just do little markings), tusks reaching up underneath his eyes, and open hand tattoo on his left pec, skull on his left shoulder. Often carries a large hammer in his right hand, a wooden staff in his left. Skins/pictures to help me draw it- https://gyazo.com/8ec804d360bf8c989e97355763e1dfdc https://gyazo.com/3d855a058c0eb7569db3849adcd244ba https://gyazo.com/320d263853e53fdcd180788badd1c050 https://gyazo.com/dfa749e9e27020ecacfde859ef20594b

Hmm... feels like SOMETHING is missing... *COUGH* HEDGEHUG *cOUGH* MOBY_DERP *cOUGH*

Those were meant to be gifts? Didn't seem like it to me... Pretty sure they were more like #PRANKS2016 freewud

Naaah, not that hard. Just get a couple of bored Shamans, stick them in a locked room and have them praise one spirit, or else they don't get fed. Bob's your uncle and Axios has been destroyed. Simple!

Sketch, Polished, or Color: Sketch Color Details (if applicable): Nein Character Name: Gukdan'Raguk Age: 89 Gender: Male Race: Orc Flowery Physical Description: A young and strong Uruk, with tusks reaching up to under his eyes. His arms are decorated with bones and feathers, obviously prone to Spiritual worship. It can be seen that many Shamanic writings are carved into his skin. A large strip of purple warpaint goes from the right of his head down to the left of his chi, with A single white open hand imprinted on his left pec. Clothing (this will only be visible from the shoulders up): Pretty much naked but if you can include a part of his belt along his waist, that'd be nice. Other: Jewellery on his ears (Piercings) and you can draw little marks on his arms, representing the Shamanic writings.

Footsteps could be heard from outside, slowly making their way to the throne... A Red uruk turned the corner, standing at 7'5ft tall, his arms covered in Shamanic writings, carved into his skin. "Ahm mi leyt?" The uruk looked around at the assembly, recognising a few faces, before seating himself on the ground and placing his hammer next to him; grasping it tightly.