Gordoth

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

"First and foremost, a warrior is not gifted, he has earned what he has..." Stated Karaulish and moved his head in such a way that the narrow connector between it and the rest of his body cracked loudly. He did it again, this time bobbing his head to the other side and recreating the noise in one more instance of time. The old warrior moved his hands in circular motions, effectively warming up for the upcoming battle.

"Second and unknown, a warrior cannot state how skilled he is. His mettle must be tested by others, and those who have faced him shall praise his ability accordingly, in the event he is, in fact, skillful..." Continued the wizened by age man and placed the fist of his right hand into the palm of his left, squeezing to create another crack which echoed through the empty location. Karaulish repeated this process for the other grasping extremity he possessed, resulting in a fourth crack.

"Third and final, no words can ever convey the true skill of any warrior, as they are but dancing air..." Added the battle-hardened individual and had his right hand go behind his back, wrap around the steel reinforced handle of the spear and pull at it. A click silently signaled that the leather strap had been undone, and the weapon was free from its sheath. His left hand moved to hold onto the middle of the handle, while his right arm wrapped around it further down the wooden beam. He now took a stance, slightly hunched over the spear, bodily facing the oaken tree, while facially observing the inhuman adversary.

"What say you?" He finished his claim and narrowed his eyes, indicating a challenge.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

@Lady Selune That's an interesting measurement for age. It does not look too bad, although making her a paladin and then not giving her a backstory is quite disappointing. It could be a fairly simple backstory or a more complex one - as long as there is one.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Urdal looked at limping, broken in appearance man, covered in that strange robe, and thought for a moment. This looked like the attire of a priest, but there was something wrong with the way he looked, the way he behaved, the way he held himself. There was most definitely more to the being, willing to take the job, than originally met the eye. Quickly trying to remember anything about brown clad priests who looked like they had been dropped a few too many times in their childhood, but he was unsuccessful.

The other thing which he decided to take a look at was the big green fellow. An orc, standing on his other side. Urdal had made to situate himself in between them, taking a sideways stance, so that he could look at both of them at once. The orc looked more fit, more healthy, and maybe even more friendly than the somewhat disabled, robed ex-priest. The nice set of armor and imposing weapon, probably as bit as the half-elf's leg and then some, were a nice touch.

"Aight, glad you're interested. Job is simple. I need you two to come with me up to the north. We'll be looking for stuff to keep the town going. It pays as well as you'd want it to pay." He announced after a prolonged period of silence and looking from the limping one to the green one. Urdal felt completely pleased with himself at this very moment. Things looked as if they were shaping up, and with the three he had already found, he could attract more.

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

Charater here:

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Name: Karaulish

Age: 45

Height: 6’3’’

Weight: 230 lbs

Sex: Male

Physical Description: A giant of the man, originating from the northern wastes, Karaulish is a born and raised warrior. Hairs as white as the snow of his homelands, he has grown a bit old with time. He has a pair of ridiculously big pauldrons on his shoulders, contrasting the naked chest and stomach he proudly displays for all to see, which, although rippling with muscle, are just begging to be cut open. His arms and feet are well protected by thick, black steel plates. He has a pair of swords, each one 4’ in length, strapped to his sides, and a long spear on his back.

Personality: Outside of battle, he is calm and collected. Most often he tries to avoid confrontation as he has seen far too much death. During battle, he becomes filled with rage, his attacks become somewhat reckless and he enters a high, making him ignorant of pain and able to withstand a direct hit. Although furious, he does not become far too aggressive, at least not in the start of the battle.

Skills: Can perform a special movement, with the pair of swords, which allows him to indefinitely chain his attacks while moving and retaining an opportunity to evade some attacks. He also roars and shouts in attempts to intimidate his adversary.

Abilities: Can lift up to three times his weight, allowing him to essentially win almost every locking of blades. Is surprisingly agile, thanks to his extended training of the indefinite chain of attacks he can perform.

Equipment: Two 4’ long swords of dark steel, with runes carved into them. They can cut and stab at incredible efficiency. They have no wristguard. A spear, 6’ long, made out of thick wood, reinforced by steel plates, with the point being steel, and about 1’ in length.

History: (blank for now I wanna fight)

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

Karaulish slowly made his first step into the field of battle. Not exactly. He had not crossed the bridge, but leaving the shadow of the grand coliseum's innards was somewhat of an entrance into a whole different realm. His snowy hair was ruffled by the soft winds as they seemed to greet his careful approach. The waters around him, as still as a picture, remained littered with old leaves, new leaves, and maybe many bones.

With heavy steps he walked onto the bridge, and stopped at its center. At this very moment he was as far away as he was as near to the arena, at one foot and a half. His spear was strapped to his back, his swords - to his belt, and he felt ready to face the opponent who would come out of the door opposite of his. He had come in through the northern entrance, so his adversary would enter through the southern one. To his right was situated the mighty oaken tree, which had carved a path through the stone. To his left was situated a field, prime for battle.

He made one more step and stood in wait.

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

The arena was not grand at all. It was barely an arena. Old, crumbling, seemingly bursting at the seams, the construction had once been great and mighty, but at this very moment it was just a remnant of a time past. Vines had slowly grown along the walls of the building, and were now cozily sleeping in the cracks, formed by the sandstone to accommodate them. This had once been a grand coliseum, visited by hundreds, maybe even thousands, to observe battles with magnitudes far greater than that of the fight which would take place here today.

The arena was framed by a thin, artificial river, about three feet in width, which made an oval spiral on the inner side of the walls, framing the once perfectly plain, now somewhat uneven floor, upon which battle occurred. Beyond the small river, which was crossed by a pair of bridges, ten feet in width respectively, rose the massive walls of the old coliseum. Even if ancient and rickety, it still instilled a sense of dread within those who entered, those who remained and those who died.

The field upon which battle took place was different, when compared to what it had been years ago. The once sandy surface had been watered by rains to the point where plants freely grew upon it. Even though it had been changed into a healthy environment for nature to regrow, it was still somewhat controlled. Most of the field was barren of any biological lifeforms, safe for short grass. The only exception was a tall, mighty oak which had grown into the easternmost wall, cracking it even more, obstructing the field of battle with a few roots, bleaching underneath the scorching sun.

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

Okay this is the thing.

Greetings and salutations!

Welcome! You'll find yourself discovering many fantastical roleplay experiences in this guild!
I may have a nice roleplay that you'd like, although it is a bit too big a group for your likings... Hmm...
Either way, welcome, and enjoy your stay!

Getting my face beaten in by Lana/Beating Lana's face in

By the time the orc was at ten feet away from him, he removed his left hand from the spear, turned to face her and let out a bellowing roar. His vocal cords strained to keep up the long duration of the brutal vibration as his eyes naturally narrowed to accommodate the suddenly gaping oral cavity. Whilst roaring like so, he had allowed the orc to cover three more feet worth of distance.

Without ceasing his roar, he raised his right arm and moved his left limb to grab the spear at the mid-point once again, this time above his head. He bobbed backwards and then shot forwards, stance remaining the same up until his belt, but from there on he was bringing down the spear's point with great speed towards the orc, who would have been at about seven and a half feet worth of distance from him, if she had kept walking.

If the strike connected, it would most likely result in the spearhead embedding itself into the throat of the orc, if Karaulish was lucky enough to have her keep advancing as fast as she was, or if she made no attempt to avoid the attack. Another potential target was the center of her chest, which would result in a painful, maybe lethal wound, as if his thinking was correct, he would hit both the trachea and the esophagus, leading to the flooding of the lungs with blood and the removal of the orc's ability to consume food.

Getting my face beaten in by Lana/Beating Lana's face in

Karaulish observed his adversary for a moment, taking in the sight. No weapons reminiscent of his own closer-ranged weapons, meaning he could keep up a ranged advantage once he dealt with the halberd, but how exactly he would do that, he did not know. Taking further note of the scarring and musculature all over the body of his opponent, he told himself he was in for a tumble.

Slowly, with a feeling of exhaustion, his arm moved back, bent and made its way behind his back. His fingers, covered by the steel gauntlets, wrapped around the metal reinforced wooden handle of his spear. Pulling at it roughly, he heard the faint click of the button on the scabbard, and the weapon was now free of the loose grip of the leather.

He moved the weapon to his front and slid his right fist further down the beam as his left hand caught it at the center. He took a stance, slightly hunched over the spear, body facing to the right, head locked on the orcish woman in front of him. Having gotten into position, he started slowly walking towards her.

Steady strides carried him to the end of the bridge. They then carried him to the opposite location of the orc, at about ten feet from the center. He stopped and started waiting. He would wait for thirty seconds.