[Umwë]

Orc Raider Commander

This game looks nice. I would like to play Orc Raider Commander!
Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one?
No

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
0

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Grokgash the Skullcleaver

AGE: 180

RACE: Orc

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Grokgash carries a scimitar marked with mystic runes. He has a shield, fastened on his back with an old leather belt. Hidden in his left boot, he carries a small hunting knife.

APPEARANCE: He is quite tall and strong. His strong appearance makes him become the perfect leadertype. He has a scar crossing his right eye. His black shoulderlong hair is tousled and his red/gray eyes was sharp as an eagles. He was a respected leader and the other orcs followed him.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: For the most he is screaming at his soldiers that he has in command. He can be rude, and he often uses mean nicknames at his soldiers. He is totally merciless to humans. His strong side is his physical strength. He can wrestle against three orcs if it's needed and beat them. But sometimes he can lose control of his temper. That makes the other orcs mad and they sometimes tries to stand up to him. He also has a small defect in his back that he got when a human slashed him from behind. He always takes that as an example for his soldiers how evil and cowardly the race of men are. So cowardly that their only chance of killing him, would be a stab in the back.

HISTORY: He was thought how to fight, and he learned how to wield a weapon. By his strong charisma and physical strenght he was set up as an commander of a few raiders.

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Umwë's post

The cold chilly wind didn't scare Grokgash. He sniffed, but couldn't smell anything else than the tempting smell of man flesh that was getting fried over the open fireplace. "Come on you slugs!!" he screamed. "How long should it take for you idiots to get me some food!?" He heard a mumbleing voice behind him. He swiftly turned around and looked angrily at the orc that stood behind him.

"What did you say?!" he hissed to the orc.

"Ehhr, nothing, master, nothing!" the orc said with a low voice.

"Good! Now, get me some food, I am starving here!" Grokgash continued.

He knew that the humans were out there somewhere. He shook of anger when a small orc came shuddering towards him handing him a plate of meat. Grokgash snatched the plate from him and snarled to the orc.

The orc made a screaming sound and turned around and walked away. "Finally!" he said loudly for himself. While he was enjoying the nice meat, another orc came and tapped on his shoulder.

"What now?" Grokgash said without turning around.

"The men are close now, master!" the orc whispered in his ear.

He sighed loudly and rose up from the rock that he was sitting on. "Okay you slugs! These men should not be too hard for you morons! Move it!" he shouted and swung his scimitar in the air. His warcry made the orc's braver and confident. They all rose up and started to swing their spears and scimitars.