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Game Related / Re: "The Dark Prophet" - Expansion 'leak'.
« on: July 19, 2015, 03:25:52 PM »
Seems decent enough, though I'm keeping my eye on Eye of Azshara, as that's what is trademarked by Blizzard.

http://www.mmo-champion.com/threads/1622000-quot-Eye-of-Azshara-quot-Trademark-appears

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Game Related / Re: Argent Archives
« on: June 12, 2015, 12:37:41 AM »
Thanks Sadok! Looks awesome! And thanks Koz, for the wooden frame! I'll try not to burn it this time. <.<

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Game Related / Re: Argent Archives
« on: June 11, 2015, 07:45:03 PM »

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Off Topic / Re: The Question Thread
« on: May 17, 2015, 11:10:39 AM »
The fact that I once installed Norton Antivirus to my old computer.

Would you rather be a burning firefighter or a fighting fire burning fighters?

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Red Blade Records / Trakmar
« on: April 25, 2015, 06:17:41 PM »


Name: Trakmar Beastbane
Alias: Old beast, Grey Wolf, Trak
Rank: Gosh'kar

Age: 55
Gender: Male
Race: Orc (Mag'har)
Clan: Earthwalker
Class: Beastmaster
Alignment: Neutral

Family: Trak'grun Grimfang and Senna Lynxclaw (Grandparents, Deceased), Tregar the Beast and Greka Spiritclaw (Parents, Deceased), Senna (Twin sister) Rokarna (Daughter), Krala (Daughter), Keishara (Mate, deceased), Sinami Swifthowl (Bloodsister), Shargla Thunderfang (Bloodsister), Revax Hellbrew (Bloodbrother), Grogona Marshfang (Bloodsister)
Known Friends: Red Blade Tribe, Shargla, Revax, Valeni
Known Enemies: Kiro Youngblood

Appearance:
This old Mag'har stands very tall among his kind, towering well above most Orcs, and appears to be very strong. He is most often seen in leathers and with an old and ragged large wolfpelt going down his back with the head of the wolf worn as a hood. Four large tusks sprout from his lower jaw, with the leftmost one being broken, and a large, wild and grey beard hangs from his jaw.

His face carries many scars. The right half of his face is disfigured by an old burnscar, scretching back to his right ear which looks partially melted, as well as skin having melted a bit over his eye, making it appear half-shut at all times. The left of his face seems mostly unscated, save for four scars going across it, from the upper left of his face, going down across and fading into the burnscar. Some claws decorated with runes are pierced to his ears.

His hair is mostly free, save for a braid which goes down his back. The braid is decorated with a few feathers.

His back is also covered with scars, which also streaches over his shoulders and goes down his arms. One might tell these are from lightning strikes, judging by how they look. His lower right arm also has a quite bad burnscar on the upperside, going from the elbow to the back of his hand.

Long claws sprout from his fingers and toes in place of where his nails should be. Considering the yellow colour that's stuck on them, it seems he uses these claws for at least weapons

Personality:
Trakmar seems to generally be considered grumpy, racist, stubborn old bastard. And it's all true, upon first meeting at least. He is silent and observant, and others often find it hard to get through to him. Though what's under the shell is entierly different. He is very much plagued by his past, and it is not something that he will easily let people in on. Even though he dislikes how magic and technology develops as he firmly believes Orcs need neither of those, he will remind other to look forward instead of looking back, though has a hard time actually following that advise himself.

Being born before the corruption of his race, Trakmar has held an iron grip on old traditions and values. He has seen what the Orcs were before the physically weaker warlocks and mages walked among them, and is find it shaming that the Horde still allows them to stay, in spite of what Warlocks brought the race, though it oes not stop him for having some mild respect for just a few mages.

He respects those that can pull their own weight and survive on their own, an ability he puts much more value in than strength or honor. To him, strength is irrelevant as long as one can pull his own weight, and hold his own without magic. Honour is something he simply doesn't care about, seeing as everyone uses it as an excuse to do anything, and everyone has different opinions on what is honourable. Instead, he just does what he feels -should- be done instead of having some code enabling him, or preventing him.

History:
Trakmar escaped the blood pact with his clan inFrostfire Ridge, having bigger issues with the Ogre clans in the area around his village. The Ogres launched an attack and sacked the village, leaving a few lucky ones, including Trakmar and his sister, Senna alive. Trakmar went into exile after the clans downfall, ashamned and blaming himself, while his sister took the survivors to Garadar. He wandered the remnants of Draenor for many years before finally going to Garadar, shortly after the Portal had reopened. First treating the newcomers with distrust, he got a growing interest in them after he heard of the Horde on Azeroth and their history - Especially Grommash Hellscream slaying Mannoroth. After the efforts on Draenor ended, he waited a while before finally deciding to enter this brave new world, only a couple of weeks before the efforts in Northrend started. He arrived in Orgrimmar, then joined the voyage to Northrend, joining the Warsong Expedition to the Grizzly Hills. Eventually, he grew fond of the wildlife and returned to the wilderness, rather wandering and helping different bases he came across.
When the Cataclysm hit, Trakmar joined the war in the Southern Barrens, but grew tired of the constant war as he again heard the call of the wild. A third time he went to wander in solitude alongside his lynx, Bamak, until he eventually came across the Red Blade tribe in Tanaris.

Things you may know about this character:
-Dislikes most young orcs of the present day, as so many of them prove to be aroogant, gloryseeking puppies.
-Has a half-draenei bastard daughter
-Has great dislike for alcohol
-Finds more comfort in the company of animals, rather than that of orcs
-Hates ogres to the point where he might just slaughter them on sight
-Firm believer that the Orcs are superior to other races

Things you may not know about this character:
-Like his clan was before, he is a cannibal when need be. Though claims to no longer practice it.
-Dislikes kittens


Memorable Quotes:
"Ghrm?" - Trakmar's way of saying "What?"
*Snort/grunt* - Often heard when he disapproves


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Game Related / Re: On the first day of Christmas...
« on: December 30, 2014, 12:06:46 AM »
On the seventh day of Christmas the Warchief gave to me...

Seven crying Gronnlings
Six Hearthstone pack's
Five "For the Hooooorde!"s!!
Four epic mounts,
Three grinding quests,
Two more loftys,
And an axe in a gnome's head.

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Event Planning / Re: An Eye for Opportunity: Scout reports
« on: December 17, 2014, 12:08:35 AM »
Scouting party consisting of Trakmar, Vraxxar and Siyah'gosh.

- Thunderlord Stronghold built against a mountain - Few options to strike aside save for frontal assault.

- Supplies kept inside the stronghold

- Well guarded. The Thunderlords did not seem to stray far from the stronghold. Scouts both on ground and on wings, as well as a watchtower which has eyes on most of the area west and south of the stronghold.

- Beasts: Rylak and Clefthoof kept in chains. Didn't seem to be treated well. Could be released for potential stampede.

- North of the stronghold are pale orcs. Little to no knowledge on them.

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The Campfire / Home...
« on: November 22, 2014, 04:30:25 PM »
The dust from the portal's destruction setteled as Trakmar woke up and and looked around. He couldn't have been out cold long, but long enough to be separated from the others. Seeing the large number of Iron Horde forces at the docks, he guessed his allies must have run for the ships. "Good... seems i' be time t'go". He rose to his feet and coughed, then pulled his two companions on their feet, the wolf Gra'dak and the lynx, Bamak. A broad smile was on Trakmar's face as the seemed to be in good health. They ran the opposite way of the docks, through the flooded Blackrock forge and into the jungle. Little was unfamiliar. The old Orc had spent much time here before, and the memory of the jungle wasn't gone.

He made his way to the coast, then turned west, following the coastline. A few days later, he had come into Gorgrond. The smell of both forest and wasteland alike was a blessing. He made his way up to the land, into the lush jungle. Ravagers and giant wasps stalking the wilds, while the screams of what sounded like tortured orcs filled the air. The old Orc looked around for an familiar signs that could tell him where he was, and tell him which direction is which. Not east, seeing the place was covered with trees. And to add on it, he was ambushed by Orcs! Pale skin and the left hand replaced with crude blades.

"Bah, t'slaves come t'fight?! Come at me, Shattared Hand runts!" yelled the old Orc. A bit overconfidently too, not considering most of these Orcs had likely fought a lifetime in arenas.  And there was three of them. Trakmar raised his axe and turned to the first Orc leaping at him. He gave the Orc a kick to the chest, sendhim him back and landing hard on the ground. Then Bamak and Gra'dak made quick work of him. The two other Orcs leaped at the beasts, killing them quickly in return. "NO! Y'two will pay f' t'a, slaves.!"

Trakmar let out a roar at the two Orcs, then ran at them, striking, trying to cut them down, but they easily evaded his strikes, then made quick strikes on him, making one small gash at a time each in the older, larger Orcs flesh. And the bloodlust started taking effect as well, a feeling he hadn't felt for many years. He struck at the large of the two Shattared Hand Orcs, but the pale orc parried the strike, breaking the axe. Then, Trakmar lunged at the Orc, took hold of him and bit his throat out. Seeing this, the other Orc ran off.

Trakmar looked at the running Orc, then snorted. "Coward". He looked to Gra'dak and Bamak again. Gra'dak was dead, but Bamak seemed alive, though struggling to do so. With a worn sigh, Trakmar took his knife, then knelt down next to the lynx, running his hand through his mane before stabbing the heart, putting the beast out of its suffering. "Hunt well on t' eternal plains, brothers..."

Trakmar raised his head again to look around, then up to the mountain range where he saw familiar spired of volcanic rock. "Frostfire Ridge... Home..."

The old Orc got on his feet, then lifted the two beasts over his shoulders and started walking slowly to the frozen wastes...

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The Campfire / Re: Caught
« on: July 09, 2014, 05:04:51 PM »
Nice story! An enjoyable read. :)

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Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
« on: July 07, 2014, 04:55:27 PM »
Awesome, Nadine! :)

And to Krez: I paid 90euros for this one, and that was just because it had a whole lot of details. As for the one of Threkna and Grulda, it was 20 euros, though those were just uncoloured drawings. :)


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Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
« on: July 05, 2014, 12:29:21 AM »
And here is the Trakmar painting, all done! Complete with rokarna (The child) and Bamak (The lynx). :)

Credit goes to this commisioner: http://angevere.deviantart.com/art/Trakmar-465629072


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The Campfire / Re: In the Beasts mind - Trakmar's stories
« on: June 27, 2014, 07:28:45 AM »
(( Guessing it's time I add something new here. It's long due! ))

"Wear t'ose scars as a constant reminder o' y' betrayal. Y'be no mate o'mine."

The words rang through Trakmar's head. He had shouted them out at her, seeming to care little if others might have woken up. Though, as soon as he made the decision to strike her, he was already filled with regret. He had let the anger out on her, which he saw only as wrong. She might have left him for Sadok, but was still carrying his child. His own flesh and blood. Could he really just leave that behind like that? He was determined that he should, though the regret still tore at him.

He walked through the camp. The snoring of surrounding Orcs, humans, Dwarves and Tauren did little more than annoy him at this point. He snorted loudly, muttering his blood-brother's name.

"Sadok... T'a y'coul' betray m'trust lik' t'a. Bah. 'Im be not gettin' away from t'a on' wi'ou' som' sort o' way t'explain 'imself."

Not only did he feel his mate had betrayed him, but Sadok as well. He had ensured Trakmar that he had no intent of taking Kyrazha. That he had no intent of getting into a relationship with her. No, this could not pass without some sort of punishment. Sadok would have to face the beasts claws, as Kyrazha did.

He walked to his den, just at the other side of the river from the camp. He crawled inside, looking at the young Frostsaber, Savage who was sleeping by the wall, then to Rokarna, who was sleeping soundly, tucked safely into some furs. The old Orc sad down, letting out a weary grunt, thinking. Could he take care of Rokarna himself if he left? That was the reason he returned to the Tribe in the first place - He was well aware that he couldn't at the time. Ever since the death of Keishara.

For the first time in several months, Keishara struck his mind. His first love, killed just an hour after childbirth. He though on how troubled she had been before her death. Wondering if it might have actually been a good thing that she died. She was at peace now. Her past couldn't possibly trouble her anymore.

His mind then travelled to thr thought of Mibuna. They met, and two days later decided they were mates. Something that was destined to last short. He had not really ever loved her, dispite trying to convince himself that he did. At the point, he had only wanted a mother for Rokarna. A mistake, Trakmar liked to see it as now. Nothing else, though he had trouble actually believing himself on that part right now.

Then, Shargla. The one who offered Trakmar help after Keishara's death, when he needed it the most. She did not hesitate with taking on his daughter as if it was her own. This, made Trakmar love her dearly. They eventually became brother and sister by oath of blood. The one Trakmar had loved most. And dearly. The nights they had spent together alone in Ashenvale was among his most dear memories. He even almost ended up fight Revax for her, but in the end, was glad he did not. He was surprised when he was told that Revax still saw Trakmar as his brother. On one part, he hated Revax because he kept Shargla and Trakmar from being with each other. Whereas on another part he was glad it was so. They had a son together. Raigoz, who would always hide in one of his fathers empty barrels. Something that could never stop Trakmar from snickering. Children, and their strange ways. And their ability to make peace so quickly between two who was about to fight to the death.

Trakmar sighed. Then his mind wandered further back. Back when he was still on Draenor, 25 years ago. A Draenei, Valeni had strangely enough managed to catch the savage wildsorcs attention. One night and many drinks later, however, that was all over. But thinking back, he regret it. Had he only know that was something which would give him his first child. Instead of taking responsibility, he had left it. And left his first daughter to be raised in a village of outcasts with an overprotective mother. Somehow, he felt more ashamed of that now than he had before. Not because he had laid with a Draenei, as disgusting some might think it be. But rather, he had just abandoned her. Left her as if she was some whore in the drag. In hindsight, a bad decision.

The thought wandered back to the present. Back into the den Trakmar would dig different places and call home for as long as he'd stay. He sighed. Nothing was left to bind him to the Tribe. He had no reason to stay behind. He started rolling up the furs, which served as a bed. Then carefully picked up Rokarna and placed her outside the den. It was then a small Orc came by. Rhonya. As if Trakmar hadn't enough to deal with already.

(( Soon to be continued. Tired as a write this, so do feel free to point out typos. )




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Off Topic / Re: Funny stuff
« on: June 09, 2014, 01:40:03 PM »
*SPOILER*

CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILER FOR gAME OF thRONES SEASON 4 EPISODE 8

Spoiler: show

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Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
« on: April 26, 2014, 10:10:31 PM »
Uploaded Grog's glorious penissnake in all its glory.

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Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
« on: April 26, 2014, 06:35:08 PM »
Looks great, Groggle! But it's -nothing- compared to the peinssnake!

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