Saarebas

The Dark Brotherhood

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"By the Night Mother's tits, he is going to be one of those..." Gur thought with an inward groan as he received Alaus's oh so humble response to his welcoming. The Orc had had a life time to get to know the holier than thou attitude that so many Altmer seem to develop, even more so when it came to the pompously named High Elves and their view on the Orcs. "My name is Gur, my brother, not Orsimer. It is best to remember that." He said, the mirth from earlier having vacated his tone all together. Gur quickly downed the first shot that was offered to him, it seeming to have no effect on him, before his attention was called to Kraven entering the room. "Ah it is the old hound himself!!" Gur said with a hearty laugh as he greeted his old friend. "Ah of course, the forge here would be lost without me. But you of all people know that blades only do so much, better to get our hands involved. Er claws in some cases I suppose." He joked as he poured a second shot that again he quickly drained. It was as he was pouring a third one that the toasts were proposed. Though the taste in his mouth regarding the sanctuary's new arrival was more than a bit bitter Gur couldn't help but agree with the idea of restoring the Brotherhood to a proper state. "Hail Sithis!!" Gur howled before taking down yet another drink and went to start pouring another.

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"Glad to see you still hold me in such regard, Carva." A gruff voice cut into the conversation between the High Elf and Nord woman. It was a moment later that the owner of the voice entered the room and it was no other than the behemoth of a Orc known as Gur. He offered the two a crooked grin as he looked down at them as he approached. Gur had been part of the Brotherhood for a better part of a decade now so he had time to become familiar with their dwindling numbers, much to some of their distain. He looked to the newly arrived Altmer and offered him a nod. "Welcome brother, the name is Gurlog, but most of this lot calls me Gur." Gur introduced himself before continuing. "I'm the resident blacksmith so if you need any weapon or armor repairs you can come to me, but looking at you..." He said as he gave Alaus a quick glance over. "You don't look like much of the sword and shield type. More of a spell slinger eh?" Gurlog said before he gave a shrug. "Regardless if you ever need help with the forge come to me." He finished before looking to Carva. "How about a drink? Got anything strong, I'm looking to properly welcome our new brother."

The Dark Brotherhood

Gur, A Bloody Blacksmith

Gurlog "Ash-Bringer"

Age

36

Gender

Male

Race

Orsimer/Dark Elf

Appearance

Gur is a towering individual, standing at a staggering seven feet tall, with a monstrously bulky frame. His skin is a deep bronze color and is racked with a sea of scars, likewise it is decorated with a series of tattoos. His eyes are dark crimson red. He keeps his hair shaved close to the skin, both on his head and face. He has a multitude of piercings, from his ears to his nose to even his mouth. His armor is rather light shockingly, it consisting of mostly black dyed leather and a few well placed metal plates laced under the leather.

Rank

Blood Brother/Blacksmith

Class

The Forge
"Deadlier than any weapon "

Weapons

Gur relies on his own physical abilities in combat rather than weapons and armor, up close and hands on in how he deals with threats.
"I don't need a damn blade to split your head open whelp!!"

Skills

Athletics
Hand-To-Hand
Unarmored
Smithing

Racial Ability

Raging Inferno
Gur's mixed blood has gifted him with the ability to enter a rage fueled state where he increases his already monstrous strength and endurance as well as engulfs his body in flames that scorches the earth and foes around him.
Though not a true ability Gur's resistance to fire allows him to work the forge in a much more hands on way than other smiths, being able handle molten metal with his bare hands as if it was nothing.

Bio

Gur's story starts with his mother, a young Orc woman with far too much ambition in her heart for her Hold's liking, she eventually got herself banished. Despite her thirst for adventure she could do little more than find herself a place in the Gray quarter in Windhelm to call shelter. She spent years working for the city's blacksmith as an apprentice, though secretly she forged most of the arms herself as the drunkard she worked for could barely get out of bed most mornings. Among her work filled life she managed to find time for at least one drunken night in the tavern where she found herself in bed with one of the many Dunmer, gods only know which one. Regardless she found herself with child, this is where Gur's tale truly begins.

Gur's life was not that different than any other bastard's, he grew up piss poor in a city that saw him as trash. He toughened up quickly, getting in more than a few street fights, and learned that you can't truly count on anyone or thing except yourself in this world. The only thing in his life that brought a smile to his face that didn't involve knocking the teeth out of someone's mouth was the time he spent working the forge with his mother, the crackling fire and banging of metal brought peace to his heart.

In all honesty despite his hardships Gur's life would of turned out quite plain if it was not for one damned night. A group of stormcloaks got piss blind drunk and decided they wanted to see what it was like to be with a Orc woman, unfortunately they choose Gur's mother. By the time that Gur found her it was too late, the bastards had their fun and killed her to boot. Gur did what any rational man would in his situation, the next morning he found out the group responsible and then proceeded to turn them into blood stains on the cobblestones. Needless to say he was not welcomed in the city anymore, luckily for Gur he caught the attention of a certain group that had a true appreciation of his new found skill of bloodshed. That was roughly ten years ago and Gur has been working as both a blacksmith for the brotherhood as well as an assassin, though unlike most of his brothers and sisters Gur takes a less cloak and dagger approach to his marks. Gur is the one you send when a message must be sent, that message is usually this is a building full of dead people.

Personality

Hearty, boisterous, and confident Gur's personality usually fills the room. He is what most people would expect from an Orc, loving the thick of battle and the bloodshed that comes with it. He is deadly loyal to the brotherhood, this is his family and anyone foolish enough to threaten it will soon find themselves missing quite a few limbs. He isn't the sharpest dagger out there, but he is no idiot, just do not expect him to have any academic or political talks with you. Gur also has quite the amount of respect for anyone that is willing to face him unarmed, he will still turn them into a pile of broken bones and ripped flesh but he will respect that pile. He also is not one for stealth, even if he wasn't the size of a horse Gur would still prefer to let people know that they are about to die rather than just pull their hearts out without a word.

Relationship status

Single, but occasionally has drunken flings with the wood elf bard that works at the inn

Coin

1000

Sanctuary location

Dawnstar

Room

Gur sleeps in a cot that is conveniently located in the sanctuary's forge.

Wares

Wares
Iron Dagger: 10
Iron Sword: 20
Iron Helmet: 15
Iron Gauntlents: 15
Iron Boots: 15
Iron Helmet: 15
Iron Chest piece: 30
Irom Arrow: 5

Services
Armor/Weapon Repair: 35
Smithing: 50 (Increases based on time and skill needed)
Armor/Weapon Improvement: 40 (Increases based on the time and skill needed)

The Dark Brotherhood

Mind if I through my hat into this?

EDIT: Blast!! I forgot the most important part of the CS... Hail Sithis!!

Gur, A Bloody Blacksmith

Gurlog "Ash-Bringer"

Age

36

Gender

Male

Race

Orsimer/Dark Elf

Appearance

Gur is a towering individual, standing at a staggering seven feet tall, with a monstrously bulky frame. His skin is a deep bronze color and is racked with a sea of scars, likewise it is decorated with a series of tattoos. His eyes are dark crimson red. He keeps his hair shaved close to the skin, both on his head and face. He has a multitude of piercings, from his ears to his nose to even his mouth. His armor is rather light shockingly, it consisting of mostly black dyed leather and a few well placed metal plates laced under the leather.

Rank

Blood Brother/Blacksmith

Class

The Forge
"Deadlier than any weapon "

Weapons

Gur relies on his own physical abilities in combat rather than weapons and armor, up close and hands on in how he deals with threats.
"I don't need a damn blade to split your head open whelp!!"

Skills

Athletics
Hand-To-Hand
Unarmored
Smithing

Racial Ability

Raging Inferno
Gur's mixed blood has gifted him with the ability to enter a rage fueled state where he increases his already monstrous strength and endurance as well as engulfs his body in flames that scorches the earth and foes around him.
Though not a true ability Gur's resistance to fire allows him to work the forge in a much more hands on way than other smiths, being able handle molten metal with his bare hands as if it was nothing.

Bio

Gur's story starts with his mother, a young Orc woman with far too much ambition in her heart for her Hold's liking, she eventually got herself banished. Despite her thirst for adventure she could do little more than find herself a place in the Gray quarter in Windhelm to call shelter. She spent years working for the city's blacksmith as an apprentice, though secretly she forged most of the arms herself as the drunkard she worked for could barely get out of bed most mornings. Among her work filled life she managed to find time for at least one drunken night in the tavern where she found herself in bed with one of the many Dunmer, gods only know which one. Regardless she found herself with child, this is where Gur's tale truly begins.

Gur's life was not that different than any other bastard's, he grew up piss poor in a city that saw him as trash. He toughened up quickly, getting in more than a few street fights, and learned that you can't truly count on anyone or thing except yourself in this world. The only thing in his life that brought a smile to his face that didn't involve knocking the teeth out of someone's mouth was the time he spent working the forge with his mother, the crackling fire and banging of metal brought peace to his heart.

In all honesty despite his hardships Gur's life would of turned out quite plain if it was not for one damned night. A group of stormcloaks got piss blind drunk and decided they wanted to see what it was like to be with a Orc woman, unfortunately they choose Gur's mother. By the time that Gur found her it was too late, the bastards had their fun and killed her to boot. Gur did what any rational man would in his situation, the next morning he found out the group responsible and then proceeded to turn them into blood stains on the cobblestones. Needless to say he was not welcomed in the city anymore, luckily for Gur he caught the attention of a certain group that had a true appreciation of his new found skill of bloodshed. That was roughly ten years ago and Gur has been working as both a blacksmith for the brotherhood as well as an assassin, though unlike most of his brothers and sisters Gur takes a less cloak and dagger approach to his marks. Gur is the one you send when a message must be sent, that message is usually this is a building full of dead people.

Personality

Hearty, boisterous, and confident Gur's personality usually fills the room. He is what most people would expect from an Orc, loving the thick of battle and the bloodshed that comes with it. He is deadly loyal to the brotherhood, this is his family and anyone foolish enough to threaten it will soon find themselves missing quite a few limbs. He isn't the sharpest dagger out there, but he is no idiot, just do not expect him to have any academic or political talks with you. Gur also has quite the amount of respect for anyone that is willing to face him unarmed, he will still turn them into a pile of broken bones and ripped flesh but he will respect that pile. He also is not one for stealth, even if he wasn't the size of a horse Gur would still prefer to let people know that they are about to die rather than just pull their hearts out without a word.

Relationship status

Single, but occasionally has drunken flings with the wood elf bard that works at the inn

Coin

1000

Sanctuary location

Dawnstar

Room

Gur sleeps in a cot that is conveniently located in the sanctuary's forge.

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@Majoras End Eh it was worth a try

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@Majoras End@sweetserenity I appreciate you guys trying to stir up interest, but I don't think we are getting this off the floor.

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@Majoras End Thanks and agreed, really hoping this takes off.

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@sweetserenity Thanks for all the help with trying to generate interest

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@sweetserenity No problem, if you have any questions shoot me a PM and we can hash out some ideas

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