[Alatariel Telemnar]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? - Yes, The Hills of Evendim

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? – None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? - Yes, the Green Dragon Inn

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NAME: Urkrásh

AGE: A few years or so

RACE: Orc

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Urkrásh carries an orc bow that has seen too few battles. He uses his own arrows, and often takes others as he finds them. Also, he carries a short lengthed metal bar, a short dagger, and a short curved sword for close combat.

APPEARANCE: Urkrásh looks like a common orc. His skin is dark of colour. His left cheek is puffier than the rest of his face. His eyes are red with black slits. His right hand is limp from him tripping over a tree root. He is short, like any other orc. His legs aren’t as strong, but his stronger arms make up for it. Urkrásh wears brown rags, along with a belt to hold his weapons. He has good aim with his bow, and can fight with a sword just as equally. He wears little armour, and what of it is worn down and nearly falling apart, for he got the scraps of what there was.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Urkrásh is not very smart and would not make the best leader, for he was born that way; thus, his moves in battle might cause severe damage to any numbers he would lead. He follows the orders of his captain and master, Thrákmazh, and will do whatever he says when he says to do it. He doesn’t talk very much, in fear of someone getting mad and hurting because before he was under the command of an orc that got mad at him even if he did a little thing wrong. He follows Thrákmazh around like a dog, and often has angered him for asking him if there is anything he could do, but lately has shut up altogether, unless spoken to. He finds ways to suck up to Thrákmazh by complimenting him on every decision he makes, or doing anything to help, though he makes compliments small, short, and to the point in fear of being punished for annoying him. Urkrásh has hated trees ever since he tripped over a tree root which appeared in front of him and fell on his right hand, causing it to go limp, weakening him in battle.

HISTORY: Urkrásh is still a fairly young orc, and started out basically as Thrákmazh’s slave, not counting the little time before that where he dwelled in Mordor. His limp hand could have been the cause of his low ranking, or just because he is not very smart. But ever since he tripped over the tree root traveling through a forest one day, he has hated trees more than ever. Now he wishes to see all the forests of Middle-earth chopped up and burned. He was quite often punished by his former orc captain for noting out obvious things (him not being too bright), complimenting too much, and doing just about anything he can to suck up, including asking if there was anything he could do several times a day. A few days before he joined with Thrákmazh, he angered his captain by complimenting him, despite his captain failing, and the captain went so far as to try to take a knife to him, but Urkrásh threw him off and ran away.

He has seen little of battle, besides what he had gone through with Thrákmazh. Urkrásh had joined with his orcs after they had returned from Dol Guldur to Mordor, where he had lived for most of his young life. When he met Thráshmazh, he started to cling to him, doing whatever Thráshmazh asked of him. Slowly, Thráshmazh accepted him. There he remained, under Thráshmazh protection; in return he became his slave, welcoming the position.

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Alatariel Telemnar’s Post

Urkrásh stood, looking upon the Dol Guldur, waiting for his next orders. Staring at what was left of the trees, he pictured them in the back of his mind burning, despite they were barely living. Orcs chopping at their roots, hacking them down, and setting torch to them all. All that he wished to do was of such, burn the trees and kill those who don’t. A glint entered his red eye at the thought. He looked down upon his own limp right hand, and growled to himself in hatred of them. Urkrásh wished to hack and burn them all down, every last one, from the root to every green leaf. Imagining them burning, Urkrásh stared.

He turned his attention back upon his master, who smelled the dirt, ‘This earth lacks something,’ Thrákmazh growled, as he rose slowly, causing the other uruks to look upon him: his voice was very recognizable among them, ‘…It lacks the seasoning of blood…This soil has gone too long without tasting death upon it.’

The uruks nodded, as did Urkrásh, others grinned. He had gone through too few battles, but still enjoyed the smell of blood, and awaited to smell it again. Urkrásh smiled to himself, showing teeth rotted and mostly black.

Urkrásh watched him as he paced through the lines of orcs, pondering to himself. Always alert, always waiting for orders, Urkrásh was. He nearly followed him, but didn’t, and stayed put firmly in his spot, shifting from one leg to another every so often. Life seemed to be going his way, Thrákmazh treated him well, keeping him under his protection, and in return Urkrásh has become his slave. Now he would get to see more of battle, and hopefully please his master.

Looking back upon what was left of the trees again, he pictured not only burning them, but what their task really was. At that Urkrásh smiled again. For as much as he hated trees, he still loved to kill. Urkrásh paced his eyes over the hills. While he waited, his mind wandered off once more, cutting down, hacking into pieces, burning. Every so often looking back at Thrákmazh to see if there was anything he could do to help.



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