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- 1-3 posts per day
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- Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, from 5pm-10pm US EAST
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- Douche
- Adaptable
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- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, Modern, Warlike, and Furry RP's.
Old Man Crask
0.5 Rests since the last incident
And so our brave and decisive hero, having successfully been revived by the power of orc spit and gumption, happily traveled forth with them to pilot a very foreshadowing airship. Where he would go on to happily live amongst the orcs as a ferocious and fearless airship captain ruled with a poop-stained wooden cane. To go and find the quest for the mighty hot dog.
It was all like:
This
and then
that
And finally, after the dust cleared, all that remained was the rubble, Grovrak's arms, Crask, his stick, and...some bird creature, just in the recently revealed cell over by him. What also followed were orcs that were defined by the following:
-fair-skinned human orc with dark hair, definitely the leader of this Warband of orcs
-Smaller human orc with curly blond hair, loud screamer, certified engineer
-Geometrically shaped one-eyed golden orc, who does not seem to share the same first letter and occupation
With the information in tow, Crask plucked his cane from one of the orc's hands and used the other to wipe out the poop stains. before prying that arm off as well, giving a small salute to his former captor and dusting off his clothes before turning to the new Warband.
"Ahh, such a shame really, they weren't really that great of receptionists, but they did make for great coat hangers... You will be missed. I'll be sure to send my regards to your orc wives when I see them...AHH! You fine folk came in just in time. I have tw-THREE new spots for receptionists that just opened up! And you people look like the perfect fit for the job, all we'd need to do, is scale this cliffside, and finish these fine orcfolk's job of taking me to that 'Hangar orc' area, with no further roof collapses!"
He points to Ashval Corvus.
"You there, sworn enemy of my species. Let us set aside our differences for a moment, and fly me up this cliff. In return for your promise, I promise to give your cell a right thrashing until the bars pry open, for the better of me, and my newly hired receptionists for the new path to be paved to victory!"
0.5 Rests since the last incident
And so our brave and decisive hero, having successfully been revived by the power of orc spit and gumption, happily traveled forth with them to pilot a very foreshadowing airship. Where he would go on to happily live amongst the orcs as a ferocious and fearless airship captain ruled with a poop-stained wooden cane. To go and find the quest for the mighty hot dog.
Then the ceiling collapsed.Govrak panicked as Crask came alive with eccentric babblings. Behind him, Brarzur pointed and roared over the sound of Crask's foreshadowing. "It zany to the max! Kill it!"
Govrak held Crask at arm's length in a chokehold, and roared while preparing to impale him with his own poop-stained cane. "Kobera...!"
It was all like:
This
and then
that
And finally, after the dust cleared, all that remained was the rubble, Grovrak's arms, Crask, his stick, and...some bird creature, just in the recently revealed cell over by him. What also followed were orcs that were defined by the following:
-fair-skinned human orc with dark hair, definitely the leader of this Warband of orcs
-Smaller human orc with curly blond hair, loud screamer, certified engineer
-Geometrically shaped one-eyed golden orc, who does not seem to share the same first letter and occupation
With the information in tow, Crask plucked his cane from one of the orc's hands and used the other to wipe out the poop stains. before prying that arm off as well, giving a small salute to his former captor and dusting off his clothes before turning to the new Warband.
"Ahh, such a shame really, they weren't really that great of receptionists, but they did make for great coat hangers... You will be missed. I'll be sure to send my regards to your orc wives when I see them...AHH! You fine folk came in just in time. I have tw-THREE new spots for receptionists that just opened up! And you people look like the perfect fit for the job, all we'd need to do, is scale this cliffside, and finish these fine orcfolk's job of taking me to that 'Hangar orc' area, with no further roof collapses!"
He points to Ashval Corvus.
"You there, sworn enemy of my species. Let us set aside our differences for a moment, and fly me up this cliff. In return for your promise, I promise to give your cell a right thrashing until the bars pry open, for the better of me, and my newly hired receptionists for the new path to be paved to victory!"