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[Gorewolf Grim:]

"Bound by ink and blood, never forget that which has been imprinted into your soul. Carry on your skin that which is in your heart and never forget. For life is a path with many crossroads and hidden trails. but none of which can be walked twice."

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-Tattoo done by Scharda Ud'Uhru Thraka-

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Gorewolf Grim: Tattooed in black and blood red ink on his right shoulder is the silhouette of a large wolf paw surrounded by a circle of orc symbols and runes representing blood, honour and strength. The tattoo covers his entire shoulder blade and has exceptionally bright and strong colours despite a few nicks and scratches to his skin suggesting he's had it for a while.

Volkán Warmonger: Decorating his skin, though usually hidden beneath heavy armour, is a large tattoo reaching form the front of his left chest and body all around to cover half his back.
The jagged rocks of Blackrock form a dark silhouette against the green colour of his skin, the stone crumbling and breaking apart from the weight of a giant serpent which curls and coils through the mountain tops to the background of threatening storm clouds.
The serpent, a dreadful creature with amber eyes and sleek fangs, can be seen with its jaws wide open, dripping shimmering venom onto the rock of the mountain which it appears to be crushing under its own weight. Scales of crimson red and deep green covering its slithering body and creating a sharp contrast to the earthly colours of the rock, setting it apart as something almost supernatural. ((has been edited))

Vezara: Resting its head on the orcs right shoulder is the stylized wolf of the Frostwolf Clan, tattooed in shadows of blue and white with a strong line to bring it out from the green in addition to having been given a shadow that makes it look as if it is floating right above the skin itself. It is set to the background of a spiked circle shaded with gray and highlighted with white to contrast the ice and azure blue colours.

The tattoo covers part of her upper right back, wrapping over her shoulder and over the top right side of her chest and arm where it is punctuated by two broad lines, reminiscent of the spiked circle, running around the bicep and creating something akin to a 1/4 sleeve.

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Ooc: Interested in a tattoo? just poke me in-game or via discord and we can set up a time to meet up ic! I usually do the tattoo sessions in-game/ic and then write up a tattoo description for an rp add on unless people prefer to do it themselves.

Scharda uses traditional equipment not unlike this and a technique similar to this

[Name:]

Name: Korgarah K’Rosh Ironhide
Alias: -
Rank: -

Age: Late twenties
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Clan: FrostWolves
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic good’ish

Family: Makuhl the Healer (mother, deceased),  Ravagar K’Rosh Rockskull (father), Stryife Ud’uhru Thraka the Black Fang (aunt), Skadé Ud’Uhru Thraka (cousin), Scharda Ud’Uhru Thraka (cousin), Marcus Ud’uhru Thraka (cousin)
Known Friends: -
Known Enemies: Any and all Stunties (dwarves)

Appearance: Broad shouldered and buildt like the tank she is, Korgara tends to carry herself with the posture of a warrior and a confident smirk on her lips. A smirk, in part, enhanced by the old injury to her lip which has left them in a state of a perpetual snarl as the split never fused as it healed.

She proudly carries the marks of battle left on her body, the most obvious of which is a broken fang which has been repaired with a metal cap as well as a rather extensive scarring of the left side of her face which appears to have left her blinded on one eye. Said scarring has resulted in some skin discolouration reminiscent of burn injuries as well as deep tissue damage as if from claws or weapon of some kind.

She keeps her hair braided and away from her face so not to get in her eyes, a few beads carved from bone and wood adorning it, although they appears to be trophies of sorts rather than ornamental in nature. The tattoos on her body, however, are indeed ornamental, although the tribal styled artwork that covers her shoulders, part of her left arm and twists around her left flank, has partially been destroyed by the same kind of injuries which has left her face flawed. The burn-like injuries and criss-crossing paths of deeper scar damage marking parts of her neck, shoulder and extending onto the upper half of her arm.

Personality: Hotheaded, temperamental, (over)confident. But also loyal, passionate, calculating and skilled. Despite her many flaws the red blooded orc has a natural instinct for battle which has made her a valuable warrior. Her seeming lack of fear has also been a contributing factor in her many exploitations, but also likely a factor in adding to the roadmap of scars that covers her body.

Capable of grinning in the face of death and standing her ground even after her knees should’ve buckled, the word “stubborn” doesn’t quite cover it. She’s also a firm believer in leading by example, and will never be found anywhere but on the front lines, willing to risk her own life for those she fight alongside with. After all? What kind of shit orc would do less?

For blood and honour, sure, but also for the thrill of battle itself.

History: Korgarah K’Rosh Ironhide of the Frostwolves, was born the daughter of Makuhl the Healer and Ravagar K’Rosh Rockskull.

Her mother died during child birth after having chosen the life of her unborn child over that of her own when she realized that both would not be able to survive the ordeal. For while a healer, it was by her own hand that her life was forfeit when she cut the child from her womb to save it when it became clear that help would not reach them in time.

When her mate finally did arrive with the shaman he had rushed to get, he found her already having bled out. But the cub, a strong, healthy girl, lay safely cradled in her mother’s arms; protected and loved until the very end.

For that, her father always claimed Makuhl to have been the stronger of the two of them, willing to be the healer and life saver even with her dying breath.

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As for Korgara, she grew up strong, and stubborn, taking after her mother in a lot of ways. Although she definitively inherited her battle instincts from her father, as the cub is said to have picked up an ax the moment she could walk. Or well, have dragged it, as it were.

And while healing was not a skill with which she’d ever become very proficient beyond the basics, with an ax and shield, the story was a very different one. The orc joining her first real battle while not yet even a teenager, to fight alongside her father and fellow orcs.

First battle, first blood, first scar.

Countless others have been gained since, earning her name of Ironhide as she would shrug off her injuries and keep fighting even when lesser men might’ve laid down or retreated. However, how could she ever retreat as long as a fellow soldier or orc was left on the battleground? For while incapable of healing as her mother did, she could still honour her memory by protecting those she fought alongside with, as any orc should.

A shield to protect. An ax to destroy. She has always been and will always be, her parents’ daughter; as stubborn and difficult as they come, but loyal and capable as few. It’s just a matter of being able to deal with her attitude, because there is one thing she most certainly is not, and that’s a lady.

Things you may know about this character:

• Loud mouthed, cocky and blunt, Korgara will speak her mind regardless of who she speaks to.
• Drinks like a sailor, and seems has the alcohol tolerance of a man twice her size.
• Believes in leading by example, and will easily be the first on the battlefield and the last off it.

Things you may not know about this character:

• While she carries her scars with pride, she actually feels their weight as well (both mentally and physically as some scars run a lot deeper than her skin, both literally and figuratively speaking)
• Cannot conceive due to a previous near fatal injury, meaning her family’s line dies with her. Something which is a great burden she has never shared with anyone.

Memorable Quotes: "Scars of battle are proof you've lived, wear them with pride"

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Name: Korgarah K’Rosh Ironhide
Level: 112

Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: Started back in high school when I was 13 with Dungeons and Dragons. And since then I’ve tried pretty much every genre and venue from table top to cards, to miniature armies to writing, to online gaming as well as horror, sci fi, fantasy, modern and everything else. So that adds up to some, oh dear… 22’ish years of experience one way or another, now that I’ve actually bothered to do the math.
I’ve previously been part of the guild with Scharda Ud’uhru Thraka aka Stormsong aka Stormbreaker, and Skade Ud’uhru Thraka (and possibly their charming mother Sryife Ud'uhru Thraka the Black Fang) as well as this char when the guild was back on Defias. Although I don't think I ever really rp'd her with the guild so shh, pretend she was never part of the tribe to begin with.

And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character: I got a short story up on the Argent Archives forum under Korgarah’s profile. Same story can be found here though in the archives somewhere. Can always write something new is preferable 😊

[Name:]

OOC
Name: Link
Age: 32
Location: Norway

Other chars in ORB: Scharda Ud'uhru Thraka the Stormbreaker, Korgara K'Rosh Ironhide

IC
Name: Skadé Ud'uhru Thraka - No Name
Class: Hunter
Level: 80


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
While I have been in the Guild a while it's a while since I was active to so figured I'd just add a bit to this section anyways.
While I've been away from WoW for a few years, I have rp'd since I was a teenager so I got about 15-16 years of rp experience ranging from table top to forums to various other games. Haven't done table top in a while (at least not around a table), but still rp online, both on forums and as well as being part of a campaign on d20.com, and I occasionally still fiddle with my WH40k army, MtG and bloodbowl team.
In WoW I started out on a non rp server because a friend of mine gamed there and I played Alliance because he was Alliance, but while I did stay active there for a good while through Vanilla, I eventually moved to DB where I've had my "base" since then. I started out as Alliance once again because my classmate and roomie in college was alliance but I always wanted to make an orc. So when I felt finished with Alliance side I rolled orc and has been happy with that since.
Been in several rp guilds Alliance side with various chars but I don't remember them all outside a couple like Vagabonds, The Ebon Howling and err... actually I don't remember other names beyond that XD Doesn't really matter. On Horde side I've only been in one guild and that's the one and only ORB.
I can say right away that I won't be the most active player. But I miss you guys and I miss the rp and that's really what I want out of this, the chance to rp and to pester the lot of you in the chat once more.

And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
->here, however, if a new sample is wanted I can do that instead just let me know

[Index]

Index

2018 and newer

-Changed but still the same (Scharda)
-Side by side (Scharda)


Pre-2018

- Ink and Blood (Scharda)
- Stand your ground (Korgara)
- Remember, remember... (Scharda)
- A call from beyond (Korgara)
- I hear you (Skadé)
- I am
- About time (Strífe)

A worn parchment, yellowed by the sun and with edges torn from exposure to the elements has found its way to the camp of the Orcs of the Red Blade. It doesn't carry a name suggesting who it might be for. But when opened there is indeed a message, one written in orcish runes.

"The Winds whisper. The Earth rumbles.
They remember.
Although it feels distant, I remember too.
Blood flows red. Unites us.
The color of loyalty.
No one ever forgets.
Stay strong.
Everyone will remember."


There's no name signed to the letter. But it is stained with what appears to be soot and is marked by the Red Blade's symbol written in what appears to be dried blood.

Hey, I wonder if anyone even recall who I am at this point, but no hard feelings if you don't! I mean, it's been a couple of years. And during that time I've so far gotten married, bought a house, gotten a dog, lost said dog, gotten another dog and I'm well on my way to whale size thanks to the alien growing in my stomach.
You could almost, kinda, maybe, claim I'm becoming an adult. although I am somewhat uncertain of that part

I was actually playing a game of VtM (still a geek, that's not gonna change) when one of the chars brought up WoW and a thought struck me: know what? I kinda miss the Red Blade. I miss you guys. And while I am staying clear of starting playing WoW again, just no time for it now, I wanted to drop by and say hi *waves lots*.

You were and still are, -the- best rp guild out there. And I am ridiculously happy to see the guild still growing strong. It's just nice to see you're still there. So uhm, yeah, that's a hi from me


-Scharda Stormsong
-Korgara K’rosh Ironhide
-Skáde

and all the other chars whose names i don't recall from the top of my head right now due to it beign Mondays and Mondays are, per definition, evil evil things.

Right, so, I can't actually get online. Or well, I can get online but I can't log onto the game for some reason.
This has persisted a few days now and it's really starting to bug me, so I've sent a mail to support asking them what the heck is going on as I cannot connect to the servers. I'm just stuck on log in for a few seconds before being told I cannot connect. Fun fun...

Anyways. Hoping this'll be sorted soon enough. In the meanwhile I will try to refrain from kicking the computer up and down the floor in nerd rage!

-Schar-

[I have no clue what it is but it's nothing serious, it'll go away.]

So you can all sigh in relief as there is no scary virus around that'll eat your hard drives. It would seem though that whatever moved into my system last weekend decided to expand it's little field trip as I've struggled this entire week to get through work.

The doctor said it was some kind of virus, which translated into English is: I have no clue what it is but it's nothing serious, it'll go away. Bottom line has been that I've had a headache since last weekend (woho!) and I get nauseous from staring at a computer screen -.- which, needless to say, kinda f*cks up my work when I spend eight hours a day infront of a computer. Heck, I haven't been able to watch tv or even write text messages without wanting a bucket near by.

Anyways, it seems to have gotten better so hoping I'll be well enough to feel up for gaming after work again this week. You're not getting rid of me that easily!

-Scharda-
-Skadé -Skaar -Korgara

[Gorewolf Grim:]

"Bound by ink and blood, never forget that which has been imprinted into your soul. Carry on your skin that which is in your heart and never forget. For life is a path with many crossroads and hidden trails. but none of which can be walked twice."

-Tattoos made by Scharda Ud'uhru Thraka-
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Gorewolf Grim: Tattooed in black and blood red ink on his right shoulder is the silhouette of a large wolf paw surrounded by a circle of orc symbols and runes representing blood, honour and strength. The tattoo covers his entire shoulder blade and has exceptionally bright and strong colours despite a few nicks and scratches to his skin suggesting he's had it for a while.

Volkán Warmonger: Decorating his skin, though usually hidden beneath heavy armour, is a large tattoo reaching form the front of his left chest and body all around to cover half his back.
The jagged rocks of Blackrock form a dark silhouette against the green colour of his skin, the stone crumbling and breaking apart from the weight of a giant serpent which curls and coils through the mountain tops to the background of threatening storm clouds.
The serpent, a dreadful creature with amber eyes and sleek fangs, can be seen with its jaws wide open, dripping shimmering venom onto the rock of the mountain which it appears to be crushing under its own weight. Scales of crimson red and deep green covering its slithering body and creating a sharp contrast to the earthly colours of the rock, setting it apart as something almost supernatural. ((has been edited))

Vezara: Resting its head on the orcs right shoulder is the stylized wolf of the Frostwolf Clan, tattooed in shadows of blue and white with a strong line to bring it out from the green in addition to having been given a shadow that makes it look as if it is floating right above the skin itself. It is set to the background of a spiked circle shaded with gray and highlighted with white to contrast the ice and azure blue colours.

The tattoo covers part of her upper right back, wrapping over her shoulder and over the top right side of her chest and arm where it is punctuated by two broad lines, reminiscent of the spiked circle, running around the bicep and creating something akin to a 1/4 sleeve.

((will be posting tattoos Scharda's done in this thread for reference and inspiration))

[”Stand your ground! Hold the line! Hold the line!!”]

-Korgara K'rosh Ironhide-

”Stand your ground! Hold the line! Hold the line!!”
Even in the midst of battle her voice echoed like the hoarse bark of a wolf, the wind howling all around them, whirling up the snow and biting at skin and leather as if a beast with fangs of ice.
Blood stained the ground, their breaths turning to ice in the cold wind as they growled and shouted at the enemy gathering up on the far side of the small gorge. The battlefield half buried in the dancing snow that sought to cover the bodies of fallen friends and foes alike.
In a matter of hours it would be as if they’d never been there, but before that time the orcs would make damn sure the dwarves remembered that this was theirs land. And no dwarf nor wind nor ice or snow would be able to twist the land from their grip. They’d sooner die, and take the enemy with them.

”You do not move from this spot! We hold this ridge and we make them pay for their intrusion in blood!”
The orcs howled in unison, iron fists and axes bashing at their shields making a sound as if a hundred drums of war echoing through the mountains.

Korgana turned her gaze towards the enemy with a smirk on her lips, blood smeared across her face and armour as she lifted her axe above her head. There was bloodlust in her gaze, a hint of insanity perhaps but there was no denying that it was because of that that she still stood. Bravery only took you so far, you had to be a little mad to be able to go all the way.
”Frostwolves!” she screamed. ”Didn’t I promise you a good fight?!”
There was laughter from the band of orc, a general cheer suggesting that despite their fatigue there was still enough strength left in them for one more charge. Or well, defence as it was.

Wiping her bloodied mouth with the back of her hand, the young orc’s lips curled into a satisfied grin as she eyed the dwarves readying a last attack. Her unit, or rather, Mor’gash’s unit, consisted of recruits and young bloods, none of which was yet proven warriors but all of which had fought as if they were. The dwarves had thought them an easy target when they’d ambushed them, but to their surprise, the axes of the young bloods had proved as sharp as those of their veterans.
The dwarves had killed of Mor’gash, but while they perhaps had thought that the unit would scatter and flee without his leadership they’d instead found that it had only furthered their resolve to fight.

Korgara licked her broken fang as she eyed the enemy huddle together as if unable to decide their next move.
As Mor’gash’s second in command, it was her unit now and she’d be damned if she was to hand them over to the dwarves without a fight. At the very least, with no other option in sight, they’d take as many down with them as they could possibly manage. Blood, strength, honour. It didn’t matter much when you were dead, but it did matter how you died. And if given a choice she rather it be on a battlefield with axe in hand than in a bed, frail and sick.

”We will not move an inch…” she hissed, her eyes narrowing as her voice grew to a roar. ”We’ll decorate our shields with your beards ya hear me?! You good for nothing, bite sized goat lovers!
Again the other orcs joined in, metal and wood  rumbling like thunder as they bashed their axes on their shields and howled like wild wolves. They knew as well as she did that this would be their last stand, but if they couldn’t brag about their exploits at the camp fire afterwards, then they’d make damn sure to make a stand so great that others would tell their tale in their place.

It would seem at this stage their enemy’s patience had been worn thin as the sudden cry of a battle horn shattered the howling winds and signaled the dwarves’ charge. Metal plated boots stomping the ground flat as the armoured unit moved as if one, their superior disciple and training visible for even a rookie to see.
The orcs hesitated but remained in line, Korgara’s voice echoing in their ear with a bite that suggested that fleeing would do them far worse than any dwarven blade ever could.
She didn’t like leading them into certain death but as things were, retreat wasn’t an option. If the unit scattered and fled the dwarven thunderers would only pick them off one by one and the messenger they’d sent back to Frostwolf Hold would be intercepted, destroying any chance of forging a counterattack.
No, better to buy them time. Better to die as true orcs.

”Hold the line!”
The orcs grumbled, steading their stances and bracing themselves for impact. They held the high ground, it wasn’t much but better than to fight down in a ravine where the thunderers would be able to hit them from above.
”Hold!”
The dwarves moved closer. Korgara’s orders echoing down the line as others repeated it.
”Hold!” she shouted again.
The thunder of orcish shields and axes now outdone by the sound of metal clad feet stomping across the battlefield as they neared the final stretch.
”WE!” she screamed at the top of her lounges, lifting her shield and clutching an already bloodied axe in her right hand.
”ARE ORC!!” the orcs roared.

”Give it your best shot, stunties…” Korgara muttered.
The two lines clashing in an explosion of wooden splinters and shattered steel.


((Just trying to get to know my own character a little better with this, oh, and I needed a break from work *cough*))

[”Almost done”]

Letting the long metal spike rest on her wrist, carefully holding it by its blunt end with her right hand, the shaman let the point slowly trace the green skin with painstaking precision. Each tap of the metal point leaving behind a small dot of black ink that would mix with drops of blood as it slowly seeped from countless small cuts.
Around her on the ground stood several bowls of ink ranging in colour from crimson red to black and perfect white, a few pouches of herbs still laying next to them though all seemingly arranged into specific orders. Another five metal spikes had been carefully laid on a separate small blanket and next to those stood a bowl of clear cold water, a wooden figurine in the shape of a wolf holding a burning stick of incense.

”Almost done” Scharda said, her words slightly muffled due to the metal spike clutched between her teeth, a drop of blue still lingering on its tip. They’d been at it for a good five hours now and she was feeling the toll of it just as well as the orc grunting at her as the spike hit another nerve.
There was something spiritual about tattooing but no one ever claimed it to pleasant, and even an orc would admit to a slight discomfort after a few hours of having his skin stung with razor needles.

”Slow..” the warrior said, a slight smirk on his lips though as he shot Scharda a sideways glance over his shoulder. The shaman grinned in return and placed the spike down on a separate blanket before taking the one between her lips and dipping its point in the blue ink again.
”Perhaps” she said with that grin that always seemed part of her expression, that confident, strong and somewhat smug grin that you either came to love, or hate. ”But this is art my friend. And you wouldn’t want it to look like some gnome scribbled across your back now do you?”

The warrior chuckled though was quickly silenced as the flat of a hand smacked him a cross the back of his head. He was twice as broad and twice the bulk of the woman currently attacking his back with needles and ink, yet she showed no fear in correcting him and he, in return, remained motionless.

”Do that again and I’ll stab you just to make a point” Scharda said.
”I thought that was what you’d been doing for the last eight hours….” the other orc muttered.
”Five” she corrected him, pulling back slightly and tilting her head to the side as she eyed her work much in the same way one would expect a painter to view a canvas. ”Learn to count or admit I beat you at the last Brewfest”
”Ha! Beaten at drinking by a woman? Never!” the warrior grumbled though there was something playful about his tone of voice.

The shaman chuckled and shook her head with a wide grin, reaching for a clean rag and the bowl of water, placing it in her lap as the spike with the blue ink was laid down next to the black one.
”Stubborn -and- stupid tsk tsk” she smirked. ”Good thing you’re strong or you’d be a complete loss” Scharda chuckled teasingly, wetting the rag in the water before carefully wiping it across his back. The blood, sweat and excess ink disappearing to reveal the full extent of her work, a simple nod of her head indicating that she was indeed pleased with the result as she dropped the rag back into the bowl and placed it aside. The excess colour staining the remaining water a dark blue-black.

”Tell me what you think” she said, handing the warrior a mirror before reaching for a policed metal buckler she always kept with her tools, holding it up so that he’d be able to see his back in the reflection.

The orc lifted his chin, turned his head this way and that as the smile on his lips slowly widened into a broad grin at the sight of the intricate pattern now decorating his back, a dire wolf, the colours of snow and ice, emerging through clouds of white with jaws open as if about to leap. A true Frostwolf.

For a moment he was silent, then his voice turned into a roar as he turned around and picked the much smaller woman off the ground with minimum of effort, laughing as he gave her a spin and nearly lost hold of her for a brief moment.
”You do me honour shaman!” he bellowed, lifting Scharda up high as if she was a mere child. ”A tribute worthy of a warrior indeed! Say what payment you want and you’ll have it”

”Well, we could start with putting my feet back on the ground” the young orc chuckled, staring down at him now that he was holding her up high. ”As for payment, how ‘bout you re-forge my shield?”
The warrior blinked as if not quite grasping what she’d just said then shook his head at the realization of what he was doing, placing her down on the ground as carefully as his massive hands could manage.
”Nothing more?” he said with a hint of puzzlement to his voice as the shaman dusted herself off.
”Well, no” Scharda said, straightening her west slightly before moving back to her makeshift workplace and kneeling down. ”I broke my shield last week, a bloody squid shattered it with his hammer before I shattered his skull with mine. And, well, I really can’t afford a new one right now so I thought…”
”Then a shield you shall have. I promise you my best work!” the warrior cut her off, Scharda resting an arm on her knee as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
”Oh I’d expect nothing less” she said with a chuckled as she threw him his shirt and then turned to gather her materials.
”Just remember; no going swimming for a week, wash your back twice a day -and- remember the ointment, every day after you’ve washed. Oh and Tok…” she added, turning around as she got back up.
”Make me a shield I can actually lift”

The warrior flashed her a sly grin.

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((So yeah, Scharda's a tattoo artist, so if anyone's interested in an IC tattoo just give me a poke and I'll see what I can do. The tattooing itself is done IC and the actual tattoo is provided in the form of a description fitting a Flag RSP description. As usual, my own description is way too long,b ut i can write much better short ones i promise ^^)