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Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 4/27/2007 12:55:08 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46

To our brethren! Asmod, now speeding in the direction of an orcish warcry he heard moments ago, determines that he is about to snap the spine of the zorish he has been riding for several hours and dismounts. It follows him in utter silence. Perhaps it sees him as the alpha male. His armor clanks and his boots thud loudly as he charges down the barren street. The city has long thinned into sparse houses and thin woods. There is another warcry. He homes in on a more accurate direction, turning off the road and continuing his charge. The zorish... continues following him. The woods grow thicker. The twigs and branches snap at his face. He hears the sound of battle. By some instinct, he knows to unclip his warhammer and leap dramatically over this next log. There, an orc--shorter, but broader than Asmod--stands facing off against an entire pack of zorishes, his double axe flailing, his many pelts, skulls, and braids flinging about with it. As Asmod's boots suck into the mud, his hammer finds its first target, bringing both rear legs of a zorish out from under it. It barrel rolls in midair four times before colliding with a tree. He flings another into the air with his shin and drop-kicks it with the other leg. The other orc kicks another zorish in the face, knocking it to the ground, then lifts it and hurls it at another one. The rest of the pack begins to back off, but one brave one is dumb enough to charge the both of them. After it leaps, both orcs punch it in the mouth simultaneously. The pack runs off into the wilderness. Asmod clips his warhammer to his belt, turns, and kneels before the other orc. Asmod: Warchief Hammerskull. Engell Hammerskull props his armored boot on Asmod's shoulder guard and ties his laces. Engell: Asmod Doomfinger. He finishes and thrusts his foot back into the mud. Engell: Rise, Doomfinger. Asmod: Warchief, I have searched far and wide. Why did you leave the clan? Engell: Love, Doomfinger... Love. The clan women are nagging hogs. Asmod nods reluctantly. Asmod: This is understandable. In your absence, Warchief, the clan has fallen into disarray. We require your leadership. Engell looks thoughtfully into the distance. Engell: My relationship upon this world is not working. There is an ear-piercing roar in the distance. Engell: That... is my Ichth'chagg. We must leave before she finds me. They take off through the woods.

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