15 Sep 2007
OOC: New Here, Here's my Army's Background, Starting from Targrak's Mischievous (For an Ogre) rise to Bruiser, to his gathering of the Tribe and killing the Tyrant!
I.e Second Part Soon
IC:
Targrak felt the harsh Ironfist of Greknak Hungchunk smash across his face with the force of a comet. A Pit Fight. Greknak was a great deal smaller then Targrak, as could be seen.
As Targrak tumbled to the ground, he saw a shining crystal of a greenish metal. It was a mere scrap for an Ogre, but it was a huge Blade for any Human. He grasped the blade, and as Greknak prepared to take Targrak as his meal, placing his foot in his mouth, Targrak shoved the blade down his mouth, before withdrawing it.
The Huge Ogre that was Greknak exploded in a huge chorus of momentous proportions, as his dirty remains covered the Pit.
Targrak roared with frustration, before stamping on the blade and instantly snapping it. Cheated of a Good Meal. Damn. He stormed out of the Pit and systematically grabbed a Juvenile by the neck and snapped it without a second thought. This was common practice for a Bruiser. Stupid Juvie got too close, a Bruiser lost a meal and gained a smaller one. It was Greknak's Whelp, anyway, so it was natural.
Hungerer GreenMountain Ratcracker Wolfripper, named for amassing a countless hoard of Wyrdstone through in-genius raiding of Skaven Strongholds, stomped towards Targrak. He was named well. He was a mountain of Muscle, easily enough muscle to kill a Giant with a long-arduos struggle. He looked at the disgraced remains of his Bruiser, then toward Targrak enjoying a meal. He let out a cavernous laugh, before grabbing Targrak by the armpits and engulfing him in a huge hug.
"SON! You iz managid to kill Grekky! YOU IS BRUIZER!!!!" He roared to the Mountains. He hit his smaller son hard in the stomach, a punch that would of broke even a Dwarf's Spine, but the Ogre simply grinning through broken teeth.
***
Braetagg Mammothmassacrer was an accomplished Hunter and Maneater. He had traversed Athel-Loren for years and picked up many Tree-Hides, Unicorn-Hides and he used pieces of Stag-Antler to bring down his favourite prey here, back in the mountains. Almost every week he brought a Mammoth to the tribe, for you see, the Elves had thought him a Treespawn, and taught him many hunting techniques. He did have a greenish-brownish hue to his skin after falling into a scummy lake.
Braetagg came down to congratulate his Younger Brother on that day.
I.e Second Part Soon
IC:
Targrak felt the harsh Ironfist of Greknak Hungchunk smash across his face with the force of a comet. A Pit Fight. Greknak was a great deal smaller then Targrak, as could be seen.
As Targrak tumbled to the ground, he saw a shining crystal of a greenish metal. It was a mere scrap for an Ogre, but it was a huge Blade for any Human. He grasped the blade, and as Greknak prepared to take Targrak as his meal, placing his foot in his mouth, Targrak shoved the blade down his mouth, before withdrawing it.
The Huge Ogre that was Greknak exploded in a huge chorus of momentous proportions, as his dirty remains covered the Pit.
Targrak roared with frustration, before stamping on the blade and instantly snapping it. Cheated of a Good Meal. Damn. He stormed out of the Pit and systematically grabbed a Juvenile by the neck and snapped it without a second thought. This was common practice for a Bruiser. Stupid Juvie got too close, a Bruiser lost a meal and gained a smaller one. It was Greknak's Whelp, anyway, so it was natural.
Hungerer GreenMountain Ratcracker Wolfripper, named for amassing a countless hoard of Wyrdstone through in-genius raiding of Skaven Strongholds, stomped towards Targrak. He was named well. He was a mountain of Muscle, easily enough muscle to kill a Giant with a long-arduos struggle. He looked at the disgraced remains of his Bruiser, then toward Targrak enjoying a meal. He let out a cavernous laugh, before grabbing Targrak by the armpits and engulfing him in a huge hug.
"SON! You iz managid to kill Grekky! YOU IS BRUIZER!!!!" He roared to the Mountains. He hit his smaller son hard in the stomach, a punch that would of broke even a Dwarf's Spine, but the Ogre simply grinning through broken teeth.
***
Braetagg Mammothmassacrer was an accomplished Hunter and Maneater. He had traversed Athel-Loren for years and picked up many Tree-Hides, Unicorn-Hides and he used pieces of Stag-Antler to bring down his favourite prey here, back in the mountains. Almost every week he brought a Mammoth to the tribe, for you see, the Elves had thought him a Treespawn, and taught him many hunting techniques. He did have a greenish-brownish hue to his skin after falling into a scummy lake.
Braetagg came down to congratulate his Younger Brother on that day.