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Nuffin goes by n Ork ye spiky gits. A propa Ork's a smashin Ork. A smashin ork makes smahin postz.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

"Cuz when dem gits get lookin at ye, da real rucka' beginz."

In the town was a great mess off monsters all doing their shit daily. It wasn't a nice town, but it was a town nevertheless. Not like you can expect much from towns made by orcs and other dum gits. But these monsters still decided to live in an orderly fashion, and imitate the life of da humans and spikies. That makes em nuthin more than them, without the spiky's scruffy hair. Their natural ways thrown away for things like shops and public services. Laughable gits.

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In the middle of the town, two figures caused a ruckus. The main road was clogged with monsters from all species, and had a hard time going anywhere in the sea of people, expect two individuals. Nobody dared to stand in Woggha's way, and they pushed the others around not bo crushed by the giant armored beast. Some stopped to inspect him, whislt others started pointing at his rider. And there were those who were swearing at them for being rude ***** and going throught town like they own the place. Grox looked down at the miserable scum, and occasionaly threw back a rock at some rude gits. They usually got knocked out at an instant. He didn't come here to listen to monsters whining. If it was up to him he would have ignored the whole town, or let Woggha loose in it, but that was not the case. Woggha's armor needed fixin and patchin, and this was the only place within a week's travel that had a respectable blacksmith. It's a wonder why some monsters capture dwarfs and make em work, instead of killing them on spot. A good orc sword is worth more than a human army.

The crowd began spreading out as the dou reached the town square. Grox signaled Woggha to stop, and stood up to look around. He was above most buidlings, and he could clearly see the town. From up above it didn't seem all that big, but it was quite the settlement on foot. He snored, and spit down at the floor level, hitting a swearing gnoll on the way. He shadowed his eyes with his hands to see better in the broad daylight, and looked around once more at the square. Behind a group of trolls he could make out an anvil symbol. "Zogin gits in da way. Dem betta get movin hella fast!" He pulled woggha's leash and controlled the giant beast to make it's way towards the blacksmith. The people around jump in shock as the tower of flesh began moving again, and some smaller gobbos went screaming out of the way so they won't get crushed. it was only a few steps before the Wpggha suddenly started looking around as if something happened to him, and acted in a weird way. He was turning all directions, scaring the living shit out of everyone in the square, they tought the beast went beserk, and most of the smaller species ran away. Orks, trolls, and even some gnolls laughed at their fleeing bretheren, and continued to do their daily chores while making jokes about the puny gits. But Grox wasn't happy at all, he was trying his hardest to stop Woggha. "Oi, oi! Wat is up wiv ye? Get ya mood down ye git. Oi!" Grox pulled Woggha's leash hard with both hands, and slowed down the confused Woggha. It took a few seconds for him to calm down but it hapenned eventually. Thought he was still confused, he was only looking around suspiciously, but stopped raging around. Grox was about to say something mean again, but he was interrupted by a booming voice.

"For those who shall hear me, listen to what I say! I request your help! Aid me in my quest and you shall be greatly rewarded for your time. There is little I don't have. There is little I can't obtain. Aid me and whatever you can desire shall be yours!"
He looked down at Woggha who was now looking in one general direction. A tall tower in the middle of town with many small outcrops. A real wizard's tower for ya. "Did ya her' dat too Woggha? Sum magik git havin fun." Woggha let out a laughter that shook his body when he heard this comment. Quaggoth's had a weird sense of humor that Grox never got around to learn. Not that he was interested in Quaggoth show business either. He looked at the blacksmith, but after seeing that almost all the trolls were still there, he decided it was worth inspecting this voice. It was better than waiting around for sure. "Nuff sad, get goin ye fat git." Grox pulled Woggha's leash and the big beast began walking towards the tower throught the now sparsly populated square. Grox could still hear Woggha's silent laughter at his last comment. He'll never understand Quaggoth humour for sure.

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@DiZL ReloadeD
I love that you made a really stupid ogre, and made it his motivation to prove others he is not stupid. That's a true gem there :D

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Grox and Woggha

Name: Grox Choppa

Race: Orc

Appearance:


History:
Grox grew up on the North, in an out of sight village of Orcs. Wars against humans were only mere tales spoken at night to scare teh kids so they would go to bed. Savageness was unknown to his people. But it all changed when the fire nation Empire attacked a neighbouring village. They razed the houses to ashes, and killed all the orcs. From that point on, him and all the other younglings were taught the art of fighting. Using their trademark weapons, the spiked chain and the two handed axe, they quickly began taking up arms to defend themselves. The young Grox was very keen on learning to fight, as he never wanted to be a slave or a mindless murderer like the rest of his bretheren to the south. But all did not go well. More and more villagers got raided, and the speed at which the orcs armed themselves began troubling the elders. No longer a defensive solution, but rather an all out war like the Southern orcs wage, they wanted to stop. But those from the razed villages hushed the elders, not wanting to let anyone else die. They formed a squadron of noble orcs and set out on their trusty Quaggoth companions to find and destroy the human outpost to save the villages. The next time the humans came, they brought giant metal monsters adored with the expedition party's heads. they attacked the village of Grox, and burnt all the houses. With little to no time and only his weapons as belongings, Grox made his way to the barns. By the time he arrived, only one untamed Quaggoth was standing, but one big at that. A rare breed that could be found in the mountains, one that was strong enough to fend off waves after waves of human attackers. Grox didn't hesitate and climbed on tha back of the beast. Whilst it resisted at first, after a few hushing Orc words, and dead humans the Quaggoth realised that Grox wasn't it's enemy. Then they rode off into the sunset Soon the metal monsters came and the two escpaed the fiery demise of the other villagers with a hasty retreat.

Grox and his tame, now called Woggha after Grox's dad, made their way into the forest. Soon months of escaping would begin, the two hunting humans whernever they could as a retribution for their village. Starving and freezing was a common issue, but these hardships forged the two into something more, not as a tame and rider, rather companions for life. After seeing the whole mountain razed by humans, and the Northern Orcs retreating further into teh mountains where humans could not get them, Grox made his way South, to find other Demihumans to aid him in his quest for revenge. Along the way he gathered many friends and enemies, soon earning a reputation as teh Greenskin that rode a giant Quaggoth. He himself is lightly armored, but he managed to buy very expensive armor for Woggha, turning his companion into the most fearsome beast that the region has seen. nowadays the two wander the area, looking for more and more places where they could put a stop to the crazed murder spree of the humans.

Equipment:
Mighty Choppa - A two handed battleaxe capable of immense damage. Forged from Dark Iron, it is sturdy, sharp, and very lightweight, but it tends to get rusty in rain, and attracts predators.

Hook'd Chainz - A set of chains with deadly hooks on their end, they are wrapped around Grox's body, acting both as armor, and easely accessible weaponary. It can take teh strongest of blows without breaking, and can be a versatile tool in the hands of an experienced user. The hook on the end sometimes fails to attach to things, as the soft surface of the Dark Iron makes it slip if on very hard surfaces.

Woggha's Armor - Woggha, the clever yet monstrous companion of Grox wears incredibly tough armor that protects it from most blows. Forged of Dark Steel, a material even stronger than Steel, crafted from Dark Iron using magic, it is resilient to both magic and physical attacks. Grox also made sure that his companion reminds the enemy of who they are and where they come from, as he installed a harpoon gun into Woggha's right arm that fires hooked chains like his. Both him and Woggha can fire it, and it is usually for dealing with vehicles or fortifications by pulling them apart. However this armor doesn't cover a 100% of Woggha's body, and mostly focuses on vital points. Without enough funds, it will take a long time to have a fully protective armor.

Powers:
Orcish Strenght - The strongest race of human-like races, the Orcs have brutal strenght, able to wield weapons in one hand that a human couldn't lift with two. Their blows are immensely strong, able to bring down most foes with a single hit. This comes at the price of increased metabolism.

Woggha

Woggha is the companion of Grox. A mighty beast, and a rare breed of it's kin, he is sure to get the job done. Thought he may look stupid and primitive at first sight, behind the killing pair of eyes lie a sharp mind, able to pick up the events of the battlefield. Sure he cannot talk, but he is just a bit behind an Orc's intelligence. Which isn't saying much to be honest. Not if he wasn't Grox's companion, who has more in his head than most Orcs. Woggha's strenght is perfectly matched with his rider's talent in fighting, and he gladly uses the harpoon gun Grox gave him. He finds amusement in dismantling vehicles, often toying with their parts after a battle is over, trying to make something of them. He can never quite make it. Another one of his hobbies is torturing humans in gruesome ways, as he reminds himself of the time when his flock was killed by them back in the mountains. That said, he doesn't have problems with other Demi-humans or even dwarves for that matter. Not keen, sure, but he doesn't hate them.

In battle, Woggha tries his best to make armored spots face his enemies, whilst keeping them in an arms reach. He doesn't have a weapon, but he can easely rip trees out of the ground and use them as basic clubs, or throw rocks at the enemy from far away.

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Mate is likr a filling word. Like fuck or shit. If you don't knoe a word or what to say next just insert one of the three. Mates.

Dystopian Grand Prix

@Dynamo Frokane did you read the hider labeled "Bio"?

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@LordZell
#GiveMeFreeShitChatzy

Am I right ;D

Edit: I just took the Nostalgia train to the very first post that led to this RP. I can't beleive how much this changed. Can you beleive there was a time where Sigma, our glorious GM and AI conqueror, was still a humble guy looking for a decent RP? I can't either. It's like being part of the core 4 (that even sounds cool) with Urukhai, Spleen and Sigma. I feel like an old shit. Hopefully I can feel even older so this RP can go on for a long time.

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@Banana
I assume that your assumptous assumptions were very assumable assumptions that are assumably accpetable.

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@Ragenaut
Yeah, that sounds like a hideous idea.

You with Gashathi technology would likely conquer the solar system in a matter of months. Like every planet.

Let's jsut say you have stray ships from when the milky way was still under human rule.

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If someone doesn't mind a sacrifice, I could be a relatively tiny nation, and someone could send a ship there, for whatever reason. This would jumpstart the virus again, and it could begin to spread like wildfire. In a very short time, I become a very serious threat.

@Ragenaut

That depends on where ye start, cause no one in good mental health would send any ships near the before mentioned threats of the galaxy.

Wait, you mean you don't have ships.
*frantic laughter*
Man you are in for a treat haha.
*potential ass whooppin intesifies*