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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

[Side by side]

Side by side - Scharda Ud'Uhru Thraka Stormsong

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One by one the little stone figurines were places on the naturally formed rock shelf which jutted from the mountain side. Familiar faces from what felt like a lifetime ago, side by side as she remembered them. Some might still be around, some, she reckoned sadly, would be gone. Some might still remember her while others would’ve forgotten as such was the passage of time; it did not stop or even slow down for anyone, but continuously flowed, dancing along like a river that might be disturbed, but never dammed or contained.

One by one she had shaped their likeness in stone so that she could see their faces one more time, their names a whisper on her lips until the very last one was put on the stone shelf, completing her memory of the tribe that had allowed her in. The tribe she had not been born into, but chosen and who had chosen her.

Youth, her mother had always said, was not wasted on the young as long as they were given a choice to find their own path. And she had. It had been a long, winding road. One she could not have foreseen or even guessed at. But now? Now it was finally leading back to that which she remembered as home. She just couldn’t stop but wonder, how many of the faces she remembered would still be there once she reached it.

A smile formed beneath the shadow of the hood, a hand reaching out to gently nudge at one of the figures, an older orc with just a hint of a smirk to his lips. Because that’s how she remembered him still, with that slight smile he’d give her.

”Kzzzt?” the crackle of fire somehow managed to have a questioning tone to it as the small elemental crawled over her shoulder to peek at the stone figurines. A curious tilt given to it’s head as the fiery surface flickered and glowed yet somehow did not do anything to burn the clothes of the hooded orc.

”Volkan” the shaman said, turning her hand so that she could open her palm facing upwards, allowing the small elemental to float down her arm and perch itself on her hand. ”He is… was… might still be, a great orc” at least to her he had always been that.

The elemental made another crackling sound, turning its head, or what one could only assume was its head, towards the shaman and then back to the figurine.

”Come on… we still got a long way to go” the orc smiled, leaning down to allow the elemental to sort of jump out of her hand and onto the ground. The fire crackling and growing brighter for a moment before shifting and changing its shape into a more familiar, albeit two-headed, one. ”Really?” the shaman questioned with an arch of an eyebrow, watching the elemental plop its now tailed little butt down on the ground to scratch itself with a hind paw. ”That’s what you’re going with?”

The elemental stood up again, wagged its stubby little tail and stomped all four paws on the ground eagerly.

”Alright” shrugged the orc, throwing one last glance at the figurines there they stood in silent memory. ”It’s as good as any I guess” she smiled, and with that, turned her back on what was but a distant memory, in order to continue her search for what would be the future.

[Changed but still the same]

Changed but still the same - Scharda Ud'Uhru Thraka Stormsong

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Tracing her fingertips along the dry top soil, the hooded figure knelt on the ground, resting her other arm on her knee. There was a light breeze tugging at her cloak, a familiar scent in the air which was hot and dry and really not the best match for fur and heavy clothes. But whether hot or cold, the weather had never really bothered her much. Whether snow, rain, hail or sun, she’d always felt at peace with the elements as they were, managing to adapt quite well regardless of the circumstances.

Stormsong, her mother had called her, because she’d dance in the rain and make the winds sing and howl. Stormbreaker, the tribe had called her, for defeating an elemental in the cold mountains of Northrend.

One or the other, the truth remained; that while some things changed, others did not. And while she had changed much since the days where she’d danced in the rain as a cub, those changes were merely skin deep. As on the inside? She was still the same. Still one with the elements regardless of her form, regardless of her looks, regardless of the time or place.

The hand was pressed against the ground, feeling the heat of the sand for a moment before slowly being pulled back. Her fingers curling to form into a fist as a smirk tugged at her lips upon already feeling the crackle of energy dancing along her arm. The wind still relentlessly tugging at her clothes like an impatient little child.

”I hear you…”

Then in the next second, the fist was slammed into the earth, seemingly causing it to explode as a cloud of dust rose into the air where it lingered but briefly before being whisked away by the impatient winds. The shaman’s smirk turning into a smile as blue eyes fell on the now glowing shards of solid rock which had dislodged themselves from the earth only to float in the air around her arm as if hummingbirds.

Yes, she could still hear them after all these years. And they could still hear her. For while she had been away for a long time, as already stated; some things did not change.

”Thank you” the hooded figure rose to stand, slowly turning her arm so to watch the wickedly sharp shards move as she did. Maybe they weren’t like hummingbirds but more like bees? Ready to sting. In the back of her mind she could hear their faint hum, an echo of a voice that did not speak with words but with sensations, images. ”For answering my call”

Now, she had the weapon that would protect her. Next, she needed to find the family she in turn was meant to protect. Although how long that particular journey would take, she could not say. All she knew, was that she’d find them. She could, after all, still feel them.

Already spammed this in chat

[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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Shouldn't be a problem, as she's ic'ly usually found on the front lines somewhere. As someplace without battle is a very dull place to be indeed. And in-game I just got my first Horde outpost there someplace I believe. So I will be sure to drop by.

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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 😊

Vezara's tattoo added.

[About time]

About time - Strífe Ud'uhru Thraka the Black Fang

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Teeth make a very distinct sound when they break, not quite the cracking of bone, not the tear of flesh. So when the brute of an orc's face impacted with the wall under the not so gentle guidance of a much smaller fist, it was easy to tell that he'd be in for a fair bit more pain than just the soreness of a wounded ego and a bruised jaw.

He sort of lingered like that for a moment, the hand that had introduced him to the wall digging its fingers further into his hair as the owner of saif fist turned a pair of glaring eyes towards the remaining crowd currently occupying the small tavern. A blue eye contrasted by a starch white one where an old battle wound had apparently left its mark some time ago.

"Now?" the voice was a hoarse barking, or growl more like it, rolling off the tip of a tongue almost as sharp as the still sheathed blades hanging from the belt at the smaller orc's hip. "Anyone else got any bright ideas?" to which the orc with the now busted teeth tried to lash out from the rather awkward angle he was in, only to find his attempt parried, countered and his wrist twisted with enough force and at such an angle as to dislocate it with a snap and a subsequent howl of pain.

It appeared to put a final dampener on his rebellious mood though, even if the smaller orc insisted on settling the score by pulling his head back and ramming him face first into the wall a second time to knock him unconscious before allowing the brute to crumple to the floor.

No? Good" the leather clad figure offered something akin to a wry little snarl before taking her seat once more and picking up the mug of ale that had been left undisturbed.

How she hated those little upstarts. Barely thirty winters of age and they thought themselves unbeatable warriors. Bah. They mistook her for weak because she was smaller, an all too common mistake among the youth it would seem. Then again, she'd come across that attitude with a few of the older guard as well. Not that she cared, or had anything to prove, but it annoyed her when someone decided to interrupt what was supposed to be a quiet breather as she preferred her beer cold and constant interruptions tended to have it grow warm.

Those miss matched eyes scanned the small crowd that had seemingly decided to return to their own business rather than poke at her again, and the older orc groaned quietly to herself and leaned back in her seat. The leather armour she was wearing not making as much as a single little creak as the material had been worked over and oiled and worn to the point where it was as silent as its wearer could be. Which couldn't really be said for the loudmouthed youths bragging to each other like fishermen claiming to have caught the bigger fish.
The Horde was in such a sorry state of affairs if this was what it could muster, she thought in the quiet of her own mind before, through the dull background noise of the smokey, stuffed room, a sound as if from a silver bell, caused her ears to twitch.

Now.. that was different...

From the corner of a seemingly dead, yet obviously not so dead eye, a small glimmer caught her attention. The older orc's hand lashing out as if a viper striking at it's prey, snatching the glimmer form the air as her brows scrounged up slightly, causing a few crows feet at the corners of her eyes to make themselves more prominent.
Even through the leather of her gloves she could feel the object's properties, cold and smooth almost as if holding onto glass. Yet, it was very distinctly not glass as she opened her hand and watched the small orb float just above her palm. A slight tingling sensation spreading through her bared fingertips as the orb hummed and a smirk spread across the woman's lips.

"I see"

From the floor came a pained grunt as the brute stirred, the world blurry and still dancing before his eyes as the orc slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position to try and get his bearings. And to try and get a glimpse of the bitch whose neck he was going to wring once he was able to recognize up from down.
Though which ever way he looked at it, he couldn't find her. Only an empty mug of beer now standing on the table where she'd been seated a few moments earlier.

Guess revenge would have to wait for a time when his head no longer felt as if it had tried to substitute a hammer and failed.

Snoppen och Snippan

Swedes, I say no more.

I don't quite know if I should laugh or cry...

Not very orcish, but when you only brought a pencil to your Monday meeting and forgot the ever important eraser and is half drawing in your sleep when you should be taking notes, well, it's excused XD Makes me realize I need to do some actual orc drawing though.

((Just poke me in-game ^.^ usually do an Ic tattoo session and then I write up a tattoo description for an rp add on unless people prefer to do that themselves.

Oh and for those interested, Scharda does tattoos with a technique similar to that used by Burmese monks. Type of equipment andtechnique))

((bump ^.^))

Well worth a ticket to the gm's for harassment don't you think ?