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<blockquote data-quote="taitzu52" data-source="post: 1804403" data-attributes="member: 21465">A Demon, eh?, Throk thinks to himself.&nbsp; These were the very sort of beast that tore his clan apart, that forced his father to take his family out into the hills.&nbsp; If it weren't for that damned shaman!&nbsp; What was his name again?Throk sits and ponders his past.&nbsp; His clan was peaceful once, but the younger, greedier shamans had caused trouble in the council hut.&nbsp; Fights broke out, blood was spilled.&nbsp; Not unheard of in an orc tribe.&nbsp; But then, the alters were erected.&nbsp; Sacrifices were made.&nbsp; The old shamans were put to the lance.&nbsp; That was when Throk's father fled.Uk'tar Stormblade was a strong orc, and a good father.&nbsp; But he was not strong enough to face the coming tide of the demon worshiping hoardes.&nbsp; Both his parents were cut down, and his infant siblings were dashed on the rocks for sport.&nbsp; Throk was just old enough to be a good slave.&nbsp; That was when he was sold to that worm, Bloodstone.Now he sits and ponders what to do about this fell opponent they must face.&nbsp; &quot;Eh, I have no mind for strategy.&nbsp; All I know is that if one or two of us face this thing alone, we're as good as yesterday's rotten meat.&nbsp; How the blazes are we going to beat this thing in the arena?&quot;&nbsp; He sits and scratches his scabby scalp, festering from the animal fat he puts in his spiked hair.&nbsp; &quot;That is, unless, one of you brilliant boneheads can think of a way to get at him OUT of the arena.....&quot;(OOC- Well, I guess that's my background.&nbsp; And I bet you all thought I was going to slack... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool&nbsp; &nbsp; :cool:"&nbsp; data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /> )</blockquote>

[QUOTE="taitzu52, post: 1804403, member: 21465"] [I]A Demon, eh?[/I], Throk thinks to himself. [I]These were the very sort of beast that tore his clan apart, that forced his father to take his family out into the hills. If it weren't for that damned shaman! What was his name again?[/I] Throk sits and ponders his past. His clan was peaceful once, but the younger, greedier shamans had caused trouble in the council hut. Fights broke out, blood was spilled. Not unheard of in an orc tribe. But then, the alters were erected. Sacrifices were made. The old shamans were put to the lance. That was when Throk's father fled. Uk'tar Stormblade was a strong orc, and a good father. But he was not strong enough to face the coming tide of the demon worshiping hoardes. Both his parents were cut down, and his infant siblings were dashed on the rocks for sport. Throk was just old enough to be a good slave. That was when he was sold to that worm, Bloodstone. Now he sits and ponders what to do about this fell opponent they must face. [B]"Eh, I have no mind for strategy. All I know is that if one or two of us face this thing alone, we're as good as yesterday's rotten meat. How the blazes are we going to beat this thing in the arena?"[/B] He sits and scratches his scabby scalp, festering from the animal fat he puts in his spiked hair. [B]"That is, unless, one of you brilliant boneheads can think of a way to get at him OUT of the arena....."[/B] (OOC- Well, I guess that's my background. And I bet you all thought I was going to slack... :cool: ) [/QUOTE]

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