Post by Orin on Nov 17, 2009 18:33:01 GMT -5
Emerald trees and fields of grass spread amongst this small outpost, in the center of the wide field stood a stone watch tower. And those whom reside there maybe one of the most weirdest mix you'll ever see.
One of it's residents is Orin Bearlord, A fairly large man of seven feet and four inches. A long beard trailing to his knees, marking the passage of time as he takes him time to sleep in an unnatural state in his cove. But his beard is not marked of gray and white to show age, but as if the color of the sun and gold. Along with his long hair which equally aids the length of the beard but only to his shoulders. Wearing black specs, a gift from the people of the desert, he travels the Grove as its guardian, its watcher, its protector. Even though this land has been decreed as Lord Gigantaes's patch of territory. Orin has been here long before a deed of the newly added Wetland's outpost has been written.
With his long brown robe, a bow is slung over his shoulder with the addition of a quiver full of arrows. His large wide brimmed and pointy hat sticks out his huge figure from the forest. Along with him are two daggers hidden beneath his black tunic along with his rough black trousers. His brown leather slippers make pad like sounds as he walks along a small trail. He raises his black gloved hand to shield his eyes from a ray of sun as he passes out from the cover of the forest into a wide plain. A large tower stood in the middle.
He reluctantly lowered his hand and his gaze, and allowed his hat to shield away the sun's curiosity as he made his way across the field with no intention of going to the tower. But on his way he saw a particular female dash towards the tower from the edge of the forest. The large door to the tower opened and out stormed a particular large man, Lord Gigantaes.
The two embraced each other and kissed. Orin simply stood there in a sense of adornment. He folded his hands over one another and simply stood, not wanting to interrupt their moment. But he soon began to change his mind as the female pointed urgently toward the sky. Orin quickly turned to face the unknown.
It was as if Darkness was unleashed.
Black Dragons began to descend upon the outpost.
Orin heard a horn being blown coming from the Lord's direction. And soon Warriors burst from the forests in a matter of minutes. Each of different skill set and abilities. Healers, Barbarians, Warriors, Wizard, all types began to rush forth to save their Outpost.
More importantly their home.
The dragons roared in challenge as they made their way, some beginning to land and spread a green like flame across the field. Spreading famine and disease from their breath.
Orin rushed towards the edge of the forest, gaining as much ground as he could before one of the huge Black Dragons crashed down exactly where he was standing. Fire, shouts, and blood filled the plain as Orin ran into the forest.
As soon as Orin was deep enough into the forest, he began to take a deep breath. Which erupted into a huge roar.
In Druid terms, it was a summoning.
Bears, Wolves, werewolves, eagles, hawks, and other animals who took the call strode forward. Releasing another roar, Orin gave them their orders.
Fight to save your homes, or die.
The animals of the forest rushed forth from the forest. The dragons noticing the new threat turned their attention to the wild army as dragon and beast crashed. The defenders thought the day was quickly won with the quick strike from nature itself. Hours drew on as the onslaught of black dragons continued. But hopes were all soon swiped away as the true army began to emerge from the forest.
All races of the Dark Forces rushed over the plain, boulders of fire launched from catapults from afar slammed into the nature army. The Outpost's Warriors soon learned that the Forces of Darkness will soon override the entire outpost. They soon began to evacuate with the aid of elks and the large eagles who bore them to safety.
"Orin! GET ON THE EAGLE NOW!" Lord Gigantaes screamed to Orin, with the sound of battle still raging.
"I'll flee as soon as I've dealt with things here." Orin answered back, quickly shooting a dragon in the eyes as the arrow sliced straight through its head to exit the other end. Resulting the dragon to crash to the ground.
"By my power as a champion I ORDER YOU TO GET ON THIS EAGLE!" Gigantaes demanded again.
"Seems you've forgotten that I'm a follower of nature, not the Wetlands my lord. Nature might be an ally to the Wetlands but ya' have no authority over ME!" Orin replied as he began to shift into a werebear, his accustomed battle form when things get a little too close.
His large frame began to tower over the majority of the army, he roared out in challenge to the forces of darkness as though it were his last stand.
Orin raised his hand as a bolt of lightning struck it, instead of blasting him, a large hammer with Celtic runes embedded onto it were now in the werebear's grasp.
He circled his hammer over his head as an army of bears started to form up behind him. Roaring with him in challenge to the vile foe that threatened to destroy their beloved home!
"THEY BURN OUR HOMES AND KILL OUR PEOPLE! BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE! BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!" Orin roared his battle cry as he lead the army of bears straight at the enemy.
"BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!" Orin roared again as he began to fell his enemies with wide sweeps of his hammer.
Orin allowed himself to look up and see the eagles carrying the rest of the outpost troops to safety. He soon turned his attention to the battle at hand.
The enemy army barely shuddered by the force of the animal army. But the defenders soon started to falter, the forces of dark began to overwhelm the defenders by shear numbers alone.
Orin knew they couldn't win, but he needed to give the survivors room to flee, and hopefully he did just that.
With a final order, Orin roared a command to retreat. And so the animals began to flee into the forests. Along with them Orin trotted into the forest passes and allowed one look back to see the outpost's tower crumble before fire boulders from the enemies catapults.
And so he began to head south, towards Crimson Moon to help halt this invasion.
The beginning of Orin Bearlord, Barbarian Druid.
((Sorry for any Grammar/spelling issues))
One of it's residents is Orin Bearlord, A fairly large man of seven feet and four inches. A long beard trailing to his knees, marking the passage of time as he takes him time to sleep in an unnatural state in his cove. But his beard is not marked of gray and white to show age, but as if the color of the sun and gold. Along with his long hair which equally aids the length of the beard but only to his shoulders. Wearing black specs, a gift from the people of the desert, he travels the Grove as its guardian, its watcher, its protector. Even though this land has been decreed as Lord Gigantaes's patch of territory. Orin has been here long before a deed of the newly added Wetland's outpost has been written.
With his long brown robe, a bow is slung over his shoulder with the addition of a quiver full of arrows. His large wide brimmed and pointy hat sticks out his huge figure from the forest. Along with him are two daggers hidden beneath his black tunic along with his rough black trousers. His brown leather slippers make pad like sounds as he walks along a small trail. He raises his black gloved hand to shield his eyes from a ray of sun as he passes out from the cover of the forest into a wide plain. A large tower stood in the middle.
He reluctantly lowered his hand and his gaze, and allowed his hat to shield away the sun's curiosity as he made his way across the field with no intention of going to the tower. But on his way he saw a particular female dash towards the tower from the edge of the forest. The large door to the tower opened and out stormed a particular large man, Lord Gigantaes.
The two embraced each other and kissed. Orin simply stood there in a sense of adornment. He folded his hands over one another and simply stood, not wanting to interrupt their moment. But he soon began to change his mind as the female pointed urgently toward the sky. Orin quickly turned to face the unknown.
It was as if Darkness was unleashed.
Black Dragons began to descend upon the outpost.
Orin heard a horn being blown coming from the Lord's direction. And soon Warriors burst from the forests in a matter of minutes. Each of different skill set and abilities. Healers, Barbarians, Warriors, Wizard, all types began to rush forth to save their Outpost.
More importantly their home.
The dragons roared in challenge as they made their way, some beginning to land and spread a green like flame across the field. Spreading famine and disease from their breath.
Orin rushed towards the edge of the forest, gaining as much ground as he could before one of the huge Black Dragons crashed down exactly where he was standing. Fire, shouts, and blood filled the plain as Orin ran into the forest.
As soon as Orin was deep enough into the forest, he began to take a deep breath. Which erupted into a huge roar.
In Druid terms, it was a summoning.
Bears, Wolves, werewolves, eagles, hawks, and other animals who took the call strode forward. Releasing another roar, Orin gave them their orders.
Fight to save your homes, or die.
The animals of the forest rushed forth from the forest. The dragons noticing the new threat turned their attention to the wild army as dragon and beast crashed. The defenders thought the day was quickly won with the quick strike from nature itself. Hours drew on as the onslaught of black dragons continued. But hopes were all soon swiped away as the true army began to emerge from the forest.
All races of the Dark Forces rushed over the plain, boulders of fire launched from catapults from afar slammed into the nature army. The Outpost's Warriors soon learned that the Forces of Darkness will soon override the entire outpost. They soon began to evacuate with the aid of elks and the large eagles who bore them to safety.
"Orin! GET ON THE EAGLE NOW!" Lord Gigantaes screamed to Orin, with the sound of battle still raging.
"I'll flee as soon as I've dealt with things here." Orin answered back, quickly shooting a dragon in the eyes as the arrow sliced straight through its head to exit the other end. Resulting the dragon to crash to the ground.
"By my power as a champion I ORDER YOU TO GET ON THIS EAGLE!" Gigantaes demanded again.
"Seems you've forgotten that I'm a follower of nature, not the Wetlands my lord. Nature might be an ally to the Wetlands but ya' have no authority over ME!" Orin replied as he began to shift into a werebear, his accustomed battle form when things get a little too close.
His large frame began to tower over the majority of the army, he roared out in challenge to the forces of darkness as though it were his last stand.
Orin raised his hand as a bolt of lightning struck it, instead of blasting him, a large hammer with Celtic runes embedded onto it were now in the werebear's grasp.
He circled his hammer over his head as an army of bears started to form up behind him. Roaring with him in challenge to the vile foe that threatened to destroy their beloved home!
"THEY BURN OUR HOMES AND KILL OUR PEOPLE! BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE! BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!" Orin roared his battle cry as he lead the army of bears straight at the enemy.
"BLOOD BLAST AND FIRE!" Orin roared again as he began to fell his enemies with wide sweeps of his hammer.
Orin allowed himself to look up and see the eagles carrying the rest of the outpost troops to safety. He soon turned his attention to the battle at hand.
The enemy army barely shuddered by the force of the animal army. But the defenders soon started to falter, the forces of dark began to overwhelm the defenders by shear numbers alone.
Orin knew they couldn't win, but he needed to give the survivors room to flee, and hopefully he did just that.
With a final order, Orin roared a command to retreat. And so the animals began to flee into the forests. Along with them Orin trotted into the forest passes and allowed one look back to see the outpost's tower crumble before fire boulders from the enemies catapults.
And so he began to head south, towards Crimson Moon to help halt this invasion.
The beginning of Orin Bearlord, Barbarian Druid.
((Sorry for any Grammar/spelling issues))
