Lalliman

Wizard's Dungeun

Garrok woke up and opened his eyes to find himself on the cold stony floor of an unfamiliar dungeon cell. His head was pounding and he was stripped of his weapons and armor, left with nothing but a pair of roughspun trousers to conceal himself, but he was otherwise strangely uninjured. He blinked the blurriness out of his eyes and looked around, but the dungeon was plain and typical, there was little to be seen. His memory of how he was captured was vague at best, but something told him he’d been caught by someone unknown, some new adversary that fate had placed in his path.

When he moved to rub the pain from his forehead, he was stopped by the sizable steel manacles that pinned his arms to the wall. He grunted in annoyance and flexed his thick arms, trying to pull himself loose from his confines. The steel binds creaked and moaned under the pressure, but didn’t give in. With time he might have been able to pull them from their sockets, but it would do him little good as he would still be trapped behind the thick metal bars of his cell, far too closely spaced for his large frame to squeeze through.

That’s when the little girl appeared outside his cell and made her offer. She was only a child and small enough that he might trip over her if he wasn’t careful, seemingly out-of-place in a location like this. Regardless, potentially getting himself killed in an escape attempt was a better fate than being stuck here as a prisoner. “Yes, I’ll take it.” he answered in his coarse voice. The girl opened his cell door and then started clumsily climbing up his body, as she was too short to reach his wrists otherwise. She was almost standing on his shoulder by the time she managed to fit the key into the lock and opened the manacles, after which she silently jumped off and continued to the next cell. Garrok stretched his arms and fingers in preparation for whatever might follow as he walked outside into the corridor. He was unarmed and unarmored, but as least fists counted for something. He looked around at the one man that had been freed before him and the several other individuals still stuck in their cells. Some looked more combat capable than others, but something told him they’ll need all the help they can get to make their way out of here.

Wizard's Dungeun

OtomostheCrazy said
I saw you in that RP where you had to have a team of characters from different dimensions to do stuff. Nobunaga was there. I wanted to join, but creating a team sounded like too much of a hassle.

Oooh... Champions of the Multiverse it was called, or something like that. It's a small world, uhm, site. That rp sadly died during the first round, so you didn't miss a lot.

Wizard's Dungeun

That's a great idea, lol, make it a running gag. If we ever meet the Unnamed Wizard in person, he might even talk like that. He is after all a wizard of old.

Joegreenbeen VS Lalliman

When his opponent rose, Morgur did as well, pulling himself up against the unstable burning wall. The beast that was his enemy was cut, battered and charred to the point where a normal man might have lost consciousness, but not this one. With his ax no longer in hand, he stood little chance of overpowering the primate with brute force, so instead he had to think quickly. He loosened his grasp on the burning plank, letting the gorilla pull it from his hand, and used both his hands to grab onto the wall behind him and lift himself briefly off the ground. The charred wood crunched and creaked below his hands, hardly capable of holding his weight but still barely managing it. Once off the ground, he pulled his legs up and kicked forward with his now unoccupied feet, attempting to retain the distance between him and his adversary.

Wizard's Dungeun

OtomostheCrazy said
Wait a second...Have I seen you before, Lalliman?

Perhaps. I used to be active in the arena and the casual section before the Apocalypse happened. Or you might just be recognizing my name from the 200 other places that i use it. Yours doesn't sound quite familiar though.

Wizard's Dungeun

Name- Garrok Ironfist
Age- 24
Gender- Male
Race- Orc

Personality- Garrok is surprisingly intelligent and relatively friendly for an orc. Unlike most of his brothers, he knows when to fight, when to retreat and when to work together. That being said, he still has an orcish temper about him, so you shouldn't piss him off.

Appearance- http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/9/91062/1410539-thrall.jpg
(6'4, 380 lbs)

Strengths- Stronger than even the greatest human weightlifter, with a lot of endurance to go along with it.
Weaknesses- Due to his enormous size and mass, he's significantly lacking in the speed and agility department, especially when wearing his heavy armor. It also makes him a large target.

Powers-

Blessing of Mother Earth: Once per day, Garrok can call upon Mother Earth to turn his flesh to oak and his skin to stone (figuratively), to grant him greatly increased protection for 10 seconds, as if his body was actually made of such materials.

Wrath of Father Sky: Once per day, Garrok can call upon Father Sky to grant him the power of a hurricane, granting him a burst of strength and speed (+50% each) for 10 seconds.

Equipment-
* Heavy steel plate and mail armor, as shown in the image.
* Rock maul, as shown in the image. The handle is made of wood, wrapped in leather and studded with steel. The hammerhead is a solid sculpted piece of granite. It has no special properties, besides being absurdly heavy.
* Reinforced oaken shield, about 2 feet in diameter

History- Garrok was born to a small population of orcs scattered across the border between the (mostly hostile) human kingdoms to the west and the untamed wilderness to the east. Due to these perilous circumstances, the members of his tribe grew large and strong, because the weak couldn't survive.

Garrok however was blessed with not only the brute strength of his people, but with increased intellect and an interest in the human ways of warfare. Instead of training to become a vicious barbarian like his brothers, he sought out the help of traveling human knights (the few that didn't attack him) and bit by bit, he developed into the first orcish knight that his clan had ever witnessed. They shunned him for these practices at first, but soon even they realized that his alternate fighting style as well as his increased insight were a valuable asset and he was made into a commander of sorts.

From that point on, he has been striving to unite the orcish clans that litter the border under one banner and to maintain the fragile pseudo-peace between them and the many human lords that see them as a pest. At least he was, until a botched battle that might have otherwise lost him his life, instead left him unconscious to later wake up in an unfamiliar dungeon cell.

Wizard's Dungeun

*crawls out of the ground like a mole*
I can make a brawny character to help you guys out. I just hope having 6 people doesn't slow the RP down too much.
Anyways, i'll post something within an hour.

Joegreenbeen VS Lalliman

It's going ok, the match-up just isn't particularly spectacular. If you want we can have a higher-tiered battle once this one is over, to see how you feel about that. I know i'm a lot more proficient at those. Though i suppose you're still queued for a battle with Skalla first.

As for posting time, it's certainly on the slow side, but not unheard of. Different people have different posting speeds.

8 Man Knockout Tournament (brawlers)

I'll join. I hope you can find a few more people to make it work.
Is there any restriction on wearing armor though? It would feel a tad out of place to me in a brawl like this.

Joegreenbeen VS Lalliman

Morgur was disarmed now, but he didn't slow down for it. He didn't bother going for the ax, instead turning his attention to the burning and crumbling hut right next to them. The fires coming from inside were growing higher by the second and the hut was all the less sturdy for it. Morgur reached out for the unstable wooden wall and with his powerful arm he tore out a large, splintered and burning plank. The flames licked at his fingers, but it would take a lot more heat to harm a demon with his own element. With an angry shriek, he violently flailed the burning weapon at his opponent, aiming for his chest and shoulders, creating trails of flame through the air. The plank was blunt and not very heavy, so he was relying on the fire to deal most of the damage.