I'll start once you get back, I'd rather have more members but I'll take 3 for now, maybe more people will join in as the RP progresses.
RP Name: Blud-Eyez Tribe your character is from: Reavaz Tribe RP Class: Goblin Archer Starting equipment: Short bow, arrows, squig-piss sacks, pointy stikk, stabber(shank), leather armor, cracked metal helmet (Dwarf in origin), small wood shield, and attack squig. 3 Advantages: (1) Keen eyes (accuracy) (2) Tracker (3) Cunningly brutal 3 Disadvantages: (1) Runty (weak) (2) Cowardly (squad broken) (3) Shinny things (easily distracted) 2 or 3 sentences describing the physical look of your character: Blud-Eyez earned his name for two reasons, his favored method of killing and because of a blood red scar that covered his eyes. Surving as long as he has, Bludy has acquired a number of skills for survival and tools for the trade. Wearing most on his person in pockets he's sown into his clothes. Served on a Rock lobber squad before being dragged into combat, depending mostly on the tribe's mood. His squig is named Fingrz, on account of his favorite treat.
Alright, now that we are ready I will start it up. Dawn breaks over the worlds edge mountains, and the camp is fuming with the stench of greenskins. Near the center of camp is a large pit fire where most greenskins gather around to share battle tales and drink mugs of Grog to past the time. A noteworthy few gather around the fire, while the rest of the greenskins carry on their business.
(Smule skarbreaka) " oy its da puny lil goblin @DaKaptin " smules laugh bellows through the camp "wot iz ye name lil git u so small i bet i could eat ye if i wonted to" he continues to laugh as he slams a big glass of grog
- Blud-Eyez Blud-Eyez was sipping from a Grog cup he'd found, enjoying the fire, most other boyz was too busy to boss him around. This was one of those moments of clarity that few Gretchin ever got to enjoy... "Oy its da puny lil'goblin! Waaaghahahahaha! Wot iz yer name lil'git? Uz so small i bet i could eat ya if i wonted to!" A ork with a larg underbite bellowed. @torque "Please no hitting! Ey'm Blud-Eyz n ey fight wiff da Reavar tribe. Now wes gonna fight for dis waaagh. Hooz you boss?" He says with a slight well practiced tremble. Bludy hated sucking up to the boys, but he would do anything to stay alive. "Want me grog boss... Wot yer name boss?"
(Smuel skarbreaka) Smuel really does enjoy being called boss because he is only a boy and rarely gets called that "i iz smuel skarbreaka 'nd so wot you from da reavar tribe" smuel raises his hands in a mocking fashion and gives a big toothy grn "i iz from da moon stompaz my group iz 'ere too so wot? and you kan keep yer grog you git i bet ye ruined it wit da taste of ya fleshy bitz" smuel leans in a bit closer with a interested look in his eyes that isnt common with smuel and he also roasting his recent kill on a big stick over the open flame and slams the last cup of grog he had *edited*
- Blud-eyz "Okay boss skarbreaka, Ey won't give ya me grot grog. Etz real bad, really bad n all dat." Bludy reaffirms and made sure it sounded as negative as possible. He takes to drinking larger gulps, tilting the large mug with both hands. "Wot brought yer tribe ere Boss? Ya gonna stop den umies too?" Perking up from his side, Fingr rouse from a nap. It snapped hungrily at Bludy, who had no food to give it.
(Smuel skarbreaka) "Well zome of us iz but othaz includin me iz here just for the great WAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" As he yells some of his slober flys around "i dont much care to stop da umies i just wanna fight dem dey iz good at it and dey even take me one time" he speaks of it as if it were one of his fondest memories "but den i ripped out da umies insides and made em iz outsidez" smule sees his little squig but couldnt careless hes paying very close attention to see if theirs anything to loot from him when dies "aye why iz u a arro man anyway? da real fightin iz upcloze" he lifts a great shield he looted from a dead man but is clearely beaten down and has scrapes and blood staining it @DaKaptin
