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/)eathKiller · 01-23-2003, 11:21 PM

A little character info:
Name: F'sarg Drekmug
Trolloc Clan Leader

Big and nasty, he was able to climb the ranks to the Clan Leader. This boar-like half-breed towers over his brethren and is armed with a double-sided halberd--devastating up close, but the Leader can also throw it with amazing accuracy. This Trolloc Clan Leader is probably the quickest and most resilient of the Dark One's forces. Like all other trollocs he was constructed through selective crossbreeding of humans and boars, and serves the leader of the forsaken as a left-hand man. Above him only stands a Myrddraal, who is seated to the right of the Forsaken leader.

Heres a Picture

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Deep in the brothels of the unseen wastelands, far from the magics of light and powers of everything good and descent lay a tiny world of imense power, building and preparing to make themselves noticed on the face of time by forever changing the ballances of the world...

In a deep cave shrouded in darkness a litteral army of all that wasn't human, banging fists against armor these damnations and bastard half-bred children shook with vigor and anticipation for their time to act as one mighty force and forever shroud the light in darkness...

Atop a massive pillar their commander arose, a large boar-man, and he was met with much applause and inhuman grunting.

"MY BRETHERING" he snorted, steam flaring from his flattened and peirced nostrills... "TODAYSSS Is a GRAAND dayss of Happenings!!" F'sarg ordered to those below him. "WE MAKES DEAD THE LIGHT! LIKE A CANDEL WITH THE DRIPPING SALIVA FROM A BAR'TUUK!" these flaring words were met with the sounds of metal clanging against the floor and roudy cheers, along with the squaking of bird liek abominations.

He raised a hand to shush the group again,

"TODAYSSS!!!" he paused for a moment to build the moment, they waited in slience for his announcement... "WE EAT WHITE-CLOTHED FLESH!" The large undergound group went mad again with applause, the Commander Descended from his pillar and began to ascent a long flight of spiraling stairs with his simple hooved feet, to speak to the only man seated above him...

01-23-2003, 11:21 PM	#4
/)eathKiller Dracolisk Join Date: January 5, 2002 Location: Guantanamo Bay, Cuba Age: 40 Posts: 6,043	A little character info: Name: F'sarg Drekmug Trolloc Clan Leader Big and nasty, he was able to climb the ranks to the Clan Leader. This boar-like half-breed towers over his brethren and is armed with a double-sided halberd--devastating up close, but the Leader can also throw it with amazing accuracy. This Trolloc Clan Leader is probably the quickest and most resilient of the Dark One's forces. Like all other trollocs he was constructed through selective crossbreeding of humans and boars, and serves the leader of the forsaken as a left-hand man. Above him only stands a Myrddraal, who is seated to the right of the Forsaken leader. Heres a Picture ~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep in the brothels of the unseen wastelands, far from the magics of light and powers of everything good and descent lay a tiny world of imense power, building and preparing to make themselves noticed on the face of time by forever changing the ballances of the world... In a deep cave shrouded in darkness a litteral army of all that wasn't human, banging fists against armor these damnations and bastard half-bred children shook with vigor and anticipation for their time to act as one mighty force and forever shroud the light in darkness... Atop a massive pillar their commander arose, a large boar-man, and he was met with much applause and inhuman grunting. "MY BRETHERING" he snorted, steam flaring from his flattened and peirced nostrills... "TODAYSSS Is a GRAAND dayss of Happenings!!" F'sarg ordered to those below him. "WE MAKES DEAD THE LIGHT! LIKE A CANDEL WITH THE DRIPPING SALIVA FROM A BAR'TUUK!" these flaring words were met with the sounds of metal clanging against the floor and roudy cheers, along with the squaking of bird liek abominations. He raised a hand to shush the group again, "TODAYSSS!!!" he paused for a moment to build the moment, they waited in slience for his announcement... "WE EAT WHITE-CLOTHED FLESH!" The large undergound group went mad again with applause, the Commander Descended from his pillar and began to ascent a long flight of spiraling stairs with his simple hooved feet, to speak to the only man seated above him...