@Holy Soldier
I agree, though I imagine Irrak would be a bit angry since he wants to kill the minotaur by himself.
I agree, though I imagine Irrak would be a bit angry since he wants to kill the minotaur by himself.
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Well, if you're still here and you wish to know more about me, then:
I'm a 22 fella who's currently in college and is trying to RP while attending college at the same time. I've been into roleplaying since about the mid 2013's, though I was really bad at it during the first year or so. I "migrated" to RPGuild around 4 years ago since the previous site had banned roleplaying due to a large influx of newbie roleplayers polluting the site with shitty RP's. Either way, since then I've been on this site quite regularly, except during a few occasions when real life took precedence and I had to vanish for a month or two.
As for writing capabilities, I'd like to think myself right now that I'm somewhere in-between casual and advanced levels of writing, though if I'm really into an RP, I'll tend to force myself to write something advanced. As for writing in general, you don't have to worry about that, I really love writing and I do it all the time even when I'm not roleplaying, though there are "dry" periods when my creativity seems to vanish for no discernible reason. General interests include most types of fantasy writing as long as it's properly written, though it has happened in the past for me to be interested in something when I thought I would like it, so if you have an idea and you want to roleplay, then pitch it to me and I'll tell you if I like it or not. As for smut, well, I'm not actively looking for one, but if you think you have an interesting idea, then feel free to pitch it to me.
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Aaand, posted! Also, sorry if the there any mistakes in the post, I was in a bit of a rush here, so a mistake or two may have snuck in!
"You defilers!" Irrak roared loudly as he charged, even as molten balls of fire and lightning flew towards him. "Have you no damn respect even for the dead of your own kin?!" he roared yet again, growing ever more irritated as he closed in on his intended target, he felt his mane rise up on his neck as his levels of anger grew more and more. "I will end all your lives, right now!" he roared, finally dropping his defense upon reaching right next to the mage he wanted to kill.
The scared man pitifully attempted to run away from Irrak, in hopes that he might get away from him, the fact that he even thought that he would be able to outrun him annoyed Irrak all the more as he simply ran in front of the mage to cut away his hope of getting away from him. The cultist quickly raised his hand was halfway through casting a spell before the angered gnoll simply smashed the spiked steel shield in the cultist at full force, knocking him back several feet away and causing quite a few wounds, both externally and internally. Just from that hit alone, the cultist mage was halfway dead, but Irrak would not allow him such a clean and mostly painless death.
He walked over to where the cultist was attempting to get up, howling in pain from the wounds the shield bash had caused. Irrak grabbed him by the neck and raised the cultists head close to his own so he could stare him in the eyes. The cultist was beyond terrified, mostly because he knew that he was about to die, though he did not know how he was about to die.
"May the spirits of all these people you have raised torment you in the afterlife fiend and tell them that Irrak will avenge their deaths!" he roared at the cultist in his hand. As soon as he uttered those words, Irrak placed his other hand on the top of the cultists head and grabbed as hard as he could. The man in his grasp opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the time to talk was over, with a powerful yank of his hand he ripped off the head of the cultist mage, ending both his life and any chance that he might be troublesome even as an undead.
As soon as he was done, he could see a pillar of fire erupting from what he could see was a fairly large skull. For about three seconds the pillar of fire glowed brightly before turning into a large mass of smoke. Was this some attempt from the cultist mages to blind him, or to maybe allow them to flee, however, before he could ponder any further, he heard the mage, Mulad shout a warning towards him.
"Run, Irrak!" the voice of the mage rang out through the battlefield, however those words only served to anger Irrak even more, a gnoll fought and died for his own pack, he would not be a coward and flee from the battle like that, however as the smoke began to clear, he could see why the mage would advise him to run away, however, this served only steel Irrak's resolve, if he ran away from this, he would leave the rest of his companions open to attack and they were already barely holding on against the undead, the attack of the hell beast that was the minotaur would mean the death of some, if not all of his companions.
But before he could do anything else, the minotaur bull rushed him, knocking him into a building. This hit was the first serious attack that he had received in a very long while, causing the large gnoll to cough some blood out, likely from an internal wound, however, perhaps surprising to everyone else, the gnolls expression changed to large grin. He would finally face a very powerful opponent, one that allowed him to push himself to an absolute maximum.
He rose up from the building he was knocked into with a mad grin on his face. No other being would consider to attack something so large after it had just knocked in a building with such ease, but Irrak was a gnoll and a gnol always sought to prove his own prowess in combat and for him, this minotaur was the perfect way to prove to his new companions of his skill.
The first thing he did as he exited, was to remove his shield. However, he did not toss it away, instead, he grabbed it from one of it's edges and tossed it full force towards the minotaur's skull. He knew that that alone would not win the battle, but it would at least distract the massive minotaur for a few moments as the thick steel shield would ram itself into the skull of the beast.
And a few moments were all he needed, gnolls were very renowned for their speed, despite their size and for these few moments while the beast was dazed, he could do quite a bit of damage. So, Irrak quickly observed the body of the beast and decided to go for it's legs, after all, even in its form, the minotaur still needed muscles to be able to walk and if he would be able to sever those muscles, then it would be all the easier for him to take it down later. So before it would get its bearings together, Irrak charged at the beasts left leg and slashed at it's ankle as hard as he could before backing off at a respectable distance so that he would not get hit again.
And as he backed off to a safe distance, he observed if he had been able to deal any damage to the minotaur. Even if he had caused a significant wound or not, he observed the minotaur and tried to discern any of it's weaknesses so that he may better be able to wound it and eventually even defeat it.
The scared man pitifully attempted to run away from Irrak, in hopes that he might get away from him, the fact that he even thought that he would be able to outrun him annoyed Irrak all the more as he simply ran in front of the mage to cut away his hope of getting away from him. The cultist quickly raised his hand was halfway through casting a spell before the angered gnoll simply smashed the spiked steel shield in the cultist at full force, knocking him back several feet away and causing quite a few wounds, both externally and internally. Just from that hit alone, the cultist mage was halfway dead, but Irrak would not allow him such a clean and mostly painless death.
He walked over to where the cultist was attempting to get up, howling in pain from the wounds the shield bash had caused. Irrak grabbed him by the neck and raised the cultists head close to his own so he could stare him in the eyes. The cultist was beyond terrified, mostly because he knew that he was about to die, though he did not know how he was about to die.
"May the spirits of all these people you have raised torment you in the afterlife fiend and tell them that Irrak will avenge their deaths!" he roared at the cultist in his hand. As soon as he uttered those words, Irrak placed his other hand on the top of the cultists head and grabbed as hard as he could. The man in his grasp opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the time to talk was over, with a powerful yank of his hand he ripped off the head of the cultist mage, ending both his life and any chance that he might be troublesome even as an undead.
As soon as he was done, he could see a pillar of fire erupting from what he could see was a fairly large skull. For about three seconds the pillar of fire glowed brightly before turning into a large mass of smoke. Was this some attempt from the cultist mages to blind him, or to maybe allow them to flee, however, before he could ponder any further, he heard the mage, Mulad shout a warning towards him.
"Run, Irrak!" the voice of the mage rang out through the battlefield, however those words only served to anger Irrak even more, a gnoll fought and died for his own pack, he would not be a coward and flee from the battle like that, however as the smoke began to clear, he could see why the mage would advise him to run away, however, this served only steel Irrak's resolve, if he ran away from this, he would leave the rest of his companions open to attack and they were already barely holding on against the undead, the attack of the hell beast that was the minotaur would mean the death of some, if not all of his companions.
But before he could do anything else, the minotaur bull rushed him, knocking him into a building. This hit was the first serious attack that he had received in a very long while, causing the large gnoll to cough some blood out, likely from an internal wound, however, perhaps surprising to everyone else, the gnolls expression changed to large grin. He would finally face a very powerful opponent, one that allowed him to push himself to an absolute maximum.
He rose up from the building he was knocked into with a mad grin on his face. No other being would consider to attack something so large after it had just knocked in a building with such ease, but Irrak was a gnoll and a gnol always sought to prove his own prowess in combat and for him, this minotaur was the perfect way to prove to his new companions of his skill.
The first thing he did as he exited, was to remove his shield. However, he did not toss it away, instead, he grabbed it from one of it's edges and tossed it full force towards the minotaur's skull. He knew that that alone would not win the battle, but it would at least distract the massive minotaur for a few moments as the thick steel shield would ram itself into the skull of the beast.
And a few moments were all he needed, gnolls were very renowned for their speed, despite their size and for these few moments while the beast was dazed, he could do quite a bit of damage. So, Irrak quickly observed the body of the beast and decided to go for it's legs, after all, even in its form, the minotaur still needed muscles to be able to walk and if he would be able to sever those muscles, then it would be all the easier for him to take it down later. So before it would get its bearings together, Irrak charged at the beasts left leg and slashed at it's ankle as hard as he could before backing off at a respectable distance so that he would not get hit again.
And as he backed off to a safe distance, he observed if he had been able to deal any damage to the minotaur. Even if he had caused a significant wound or not, he observed the minotaur and tried to discern any of it's weaknesses so that he may better be able to wound it and eventually even defeat it.
Irrak raised his shield when the wizard and the knight turned towards him, seemingly ready to fight. If these two wanted to fight, then they picked the worst target one could at the time, even two on one, he still figured he had a fairly good chance of winning, at least if he took out the wizard before he could cast any dangerous spells first, then he'd be able to focus on the knight.
However, his plans were all for naught as both of them stood down upon seeing who he was. The wizard even started speaking to him, about his amazement that a gnoll had joined this crusade of his and how all the monsters they would meet would regret facing him. Irrak assumed that these words were meant to flatter him, but it did not affect him at all, he did not fight for praise or for glory, like humans did, he fought for the safety of his tribe, as long as they were safe, he did not care for anything else.
"My name is Irrak the Protector, though from what I heard, your kin call me Irrak the Savage." he said to the wizard in a slightly annoyed tone, he had agreed to work with humans, but it did not mean he had to enjoy it. "And I fight solely for the safety of my own tribe, to me, nothing else matters, but that, you'd best remember that!" And with those words, he followed the wizard and the knight inside the tavern, ignoring the dead bodies completely before sitting on one of the chairs and awaiting the announcement of the wizard.
However, as he waited, he saw more and more people arriving towards the tavern. A lot of people had answered this wizard's call it seemed, however, as the distinct scent of an elf entered his nostrils, he could not help but let out a low growl, elves thought themselves superior to all, or at least the elves he had met and killed did so truly and most of them feigned amazement at his own capability to talk, considering gnolls nothing more than beasts capable of walking upright. He looked at the elf for a few moments before turning his sights away, he would have to restrain himself a lot not to attack this one, even more so than other humans.
"Gnolls have great constitution, wizard, drinking that would be akin to drinking hot water and I do not enjoy drinking hot water despite what some of you think of my race." And with that, Irrak spoke no more and simply looked at all the arrivals within the tavern, eleven people other than himself had arrived to accomplish this mission, he was not sure if this many people were enough to do mission, but he would have to hope that spirits chose the right people for this mission, or his tribe would be doomed.
Then, upon everyone arriving and everything set, the wizard introduced himself as Mulad and started speaking. Irrak would often times not even bother with the words of other humans, but this one knew how to defeat the demon armies, the dragon and the Mad King, he would force himself to listen even if he did not want to. However, as the speech went one, he caught on a few words "...and with it we stand a chance of ending this blight on our world..." and furrowed his brows under his helmet and waited for the wizard to finish speaking before letting out his own thoughts speak.
"You said that we would stand a chance to end this blight, so you mean, even with this staff, we would still be capable of losing?" he asked the wizard, staring at him intently, however, before he could receive his answer, the dead bodies started to twitch and rise on their feet... someone was reviving the dead. "You humans have no respect even for your dead..." he snarled as the dead bodies rose from the ground one by one.
He had felt the scent of more than a hundred people in this town, if they all were raised, then it would be 12 people against several hundred undead, plus the cultists who had raised the, these were not good odds for them and while he would normally enjoy a fight with odds like these, these were people who had already died, they would offer Irrak no pleasure upon their second deaths, they had to kill the cultists to stop this tide of undead. And so he did, he sniffed the air for a bit, to feel where these cultists were so that he knew to kill them first.
As soon as he had felt their scents, he started charging through the undead, decapitating one with axe with ease and smashing another in a wall with so much force that it's head had burst open like a overripe fruit. As soon as he got outside and noticed the cultists, he raised his shield in front of him, allowing only his eyes above the protection of the shield and charged straight towards the closest cultist, trampling down several walking corpses that were in the way and heading straight towards one of the men who had desecrated these people so.
However, his plans were all for naught as both of them stood down upon seeing who he was. The wizard even started speaking to him, about his amazement that a gnoll had joined this crusade of his and how all the monsters they would meet would regret facing him. Irrak assumed that these words were meant to flatter him, but it did not affect him at all, he did not fight for praise or for glory, like humans did, he fought for the safety of his tribe, as long as they were safe, he did not care for anything else.
"My name is Irrak the Protector, though from what I heard, your kin call me Irrak the Savage." he said to the wizard in a slightly annoyed tone, he had agreed to work with humans, but it did not mean he had to enjoy it. "And I fight solely for the safety of my own tribe, to me, nothing else matters, but that, you'd best remember that!" And with those words, he followed the wizard and the knight inside the tavern, ignoring the dead bodies completely before sitting on one of the chairs and awaiting the announcement of the wizard.
However, as he waited, he saw more and more people arriving towards the tavern. A lot of people had answered this wizard's call it seemed, however, as the distinct scent of an elf entered his nostrils, he could not help but let out a low growl, elves thought themselves superior to all, or at least the elves he had met and killed did so truly and most of them feigned amazement at his own capability to talk, considering gnolls nothing more than beasts capable of walking upright. He looked at the elf for a few moments before turning his sights away, he would have to restrain himself a lot not to attack this one, even more so than other humans.
"Gnolls have great constitution, wizard, drinking that would be akin to drinking hot water and I do not enjoy drinking hot water despite what some of you think of my race." And with that, Irrak spoke no more and simply looked at all the arrivals within the tavern, eleven people other than himself had arrived to accomplish this mission, he was not sure if this many people were enough to do mission, but he would have to hope that spirits chose the right people for this mission, or his tribe would be doomed.
Then, upon everyone arriving and everything set, the wizard introduced himself as Mulad and started speaking. Irrak would often times not even bother with the words of other humans, but this one knew how to defeat the demon armies, the dragon and the Mad King, he would force himself to listen even if he did not want to. However, as the speech went one, he caught on a few words "...and with it we stand a chance of ending this blight on our world..." and furrowed his brows under his helmet and waited for the wizard to finish speaking before letting out his own thoughts speak.
"You said that we would stand a chance to end this blight, so you mean, even with this staff, we would still be capable of losing?" he asked the wizard, staring at him intently, however, before he could receive his answer, the dead bodies started to twitch and rise on their feet... someone was reviving the dead. "You humans have no respect even for your dead..." he snarled as the dead bodies rose from the ground one by one.
He had felt the scent of more than a hundred people in this town, if they all were raised, then it would be 12 people against several hundred undead, plus the cultists who had raised the, these were not good odds for them and while he would normally enjoy a fight with odds like these, these were people who had already died, they would offer Irrak no pleasure upon their second deaths, they had to kill the cultists to stop this tide of undead. And so he did, he sniffed the air for a bit, to feel where these cultists were so that he knew to kill them first.
As soon as he had felt their scents, he started charging through the undead, decapitating one with axe with ease and smashing another in a wall with so much force that it's head had burst open like a overripe fruit. As soon as he got outside and noticed the cultists, he raised his shield in front of him, allowing only his eyes above the protection of the shield and charged straight towards the closest cultist, trampling down several walking corpses that were in the way and heading straight towards one of the men who had desecrated these people so.
Irrak raised his head and took in a deep breath of the air to discern which way he was supposed to go, however, the same scents that he had felt the days before filled his nostrils, fresh blood and rotting meat. Usually, a gnoll would not give up the chance to eat some carrion in difficult times such as these, but the bodies he encountered were a bit different a certain off-putting stench floated around them, a nearly demonic smell, who knew what would happen to him if he had partaken in the meat of those corpses.
He continued his walk towards the Six Corners, the meeting place where he was supposed to meet the other people that would undertake on this quest. His jaws clenched shut only at the thought of working with people not of his clan, let alone people not from his own species, which he barely tolerated in the first place. However, he needed to work with them if his clan was to survive for another day, even if he did not like the prospect of it.
However, as he walked his ears detected something nearby, something living, considering it was getting closer, though as the creature made itself seen, it was obvious it was not the kind of life he wanted to detect. A large, gaunt bear came out from the bushed in front of him, growling at him. The beast must have been desperate to eat something if it attacked him, though he wondered how come it did not go and eat one of the many dead humans that he could feel the scent of even now, probably the wolves and hellhounds chased it away from prey. However, he shook and focused at his target. Even in this gaunt form, a bear was still a bear, it was still quite capable of killing him if he was not careful enough.
The predator glared at him only for a second before charging at him on all four, it's maw wide open, ready to take a bite out of him. He pitied the gaunt bear, a proud and powerful creature driven to such acts of desperation, it was nearly sad to see it in this state. But he could not die here and feed this predator, the bear was right in front of him, rising on it's two paws, ready to strike at him. However, he was faster than the creature, and by the time the bear started it's swing, Irrak buried his axe right into the proud beasts head, killing it nearly instantly.
Just a moment later, the body of the large bear collapsed on the ground lifelessly. "I am sorry, proud beast, but I must not die just yet, my people need me in order to survive." However, he placed his hand on the beasts chest and spoke a brief prayer. "Gods and spirits of the afterlife, take the soul of this proud beast and allow it's soul to live forever in paradise." With that, he rose to his feet and glanced at the body of the deceased creature for one last time before heading on the road to the Six Corners.
As he approached the location, the distinct smell of ashes entered Irrak's nostrils. A raid, someone had raided Six Corners. Could it have been other gnolls? After all, some of the weaker clans were very opportunist, when an enemy was weak, they attacked. He scoffed at the thought, a true gnoll would attack someone no matter if they were weak or at their peak strength. However, as he approached the town, it was quite clear that it was not a gnoll raid. After all, there were still bodies on the ground. When a gnoll raided a village, he cleaned it of every person there, the living would be taken as walking meals and the dead would eaten... bone and all.
The town seemed desolate as he walked through it, however, as he approached, he could sense the smell of living beings and these ones were not animals, though he would rather have the company of animals than humans, dwarves or anyone else. He let out a low growl and approached the nearest of the scents, and from the look of him, he somehow fit the description of the one he was supposed to meet, the wizard Mulad.
"Human, I have arrived!" he growled as he approached the wizard, he had not even talked to him and he could barely suffer his presence already, it would a difficult journey for him indeed.
He continued his walk towards the Six Corners, the meeting place where he was supposed to meet the other people that would undertake on this quest. His jaws clenched shut only at the thought of working with people not of his clan, let alone people not from his own species, which he barely tolerated in the first place. However, he needed to work with them if his clan was to survive for another day, even if he did not like the prospect of it.
However, as he walked his ears detected something nearby, something living, considering it was getting closer, though as the creature made itself seen, it was obvious it was not the kind of life he wanted to detect. A large, gaunt bear came out from the bushed in front of him, growling at him. The beast must have been desperate to eat something if it attacked him, though he wondered how come it did not go and eat one of the many dead humans that he could feel the scent of even now, probably the wolves and hellhounds chased it away from prey. However, he shook and focused at his target. Even in this gaunt form, a bear was still a bear, it was still quite capable of killing him if he was not careful enough.
The predator glared at him only for a second before charging at him on all four, it's maw wide open, ready to take a bite out of him. He pitied the gaunt bear, a proud and powerful creature driven to such acts of desperation, it was nearly sad to see it in this state. But he could not die here and feed this predator, the bear was right in front of him, rising on it's two paws, ready to strike at him. However, he was faster than the creature, and by the time the bear started it's swing, Irrak buried his axe right into the proud beasts head, killing it nearly instantly.
Just a moment later, the body of the large bear collapsed on the ground lifelessly. "I am sorry, proud beast, but I must not die just yet, my people need me in order to survive." However, he placed his hand on the beasts chest and spoke a brief prayer. "Gods and spirits of the afterlife, take the soul of this proud beast and allow it's soul to live forever in paradise." With that, he rose to his feet and glanced at the body of the deceased creature for one last time before heading on the road to the Six Corners.
As he approached the location, the distinct smell of ashes entered Irrak's nostrils. A raid, someone had raided Six Corners. Could it have been other gnolls? After all, some of the weaker clans were very opportunist, when an enemy was weak, they attacked. He scoffed at the thought, a true gnoll would attack someone no matter if they were weak or at their peak strength. However, as he approached the town, it was quite clear that it was not a gnoll raid. After all, there were still bodies on the ground. When a gnoll raided a village, he cleaned it of every person there, the living would be taken as walking meals and the dead would eaten... bone and all.
The town seemed desolate as he walked through it, however, as he approached, he could sense the smell of living beings and these ones were not animals, though he would rather have the company of animals than humans, dwarves or anyone else. He let out a low growl and approached the nearest of the scents, and from the look of him, he somehow fit the description of the one he was supposed to meet, the wizard Mulad.
"Human, I have arrived!" he growled as he approached the wizard, he had not even talked to him and he could barely suffer his presence already, it would a difficult journey for him indeed.
@Life in Stasis
For his well-being, don't tell him that or things will get ugly very fast since be barely tolerates other races.
For his well-being, don't tell him that or things will get ugly very fast since be barely tolerates other races.
@Life in Stasis
Eyyy, my character has a cool skull mask/headgear as well. They could probably try bonding over that.
Eyyy, my character has a cool skull mask/headgear as well. They could probably try bonding over that.
@Nariata
Could I maybe make another race? It'll be the cliche orc, but I think we do need a warrior based culture, that may or may have not been created by demons, but the orcs rebelled from their masters and are now the demons worst nightmare since an average orc will probably be 7 to 8 feet tall and hate demons very much!
Could I maybe make another race? It'll be the cliche orc, but I think we do need a warrior based culture, that may or may have not been created by demons, but the orcs rebelled from their masters and are now the demons worst nightmare since an average orc will probably be 7 to 8 feet tall and hate demons very much!
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