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The Orcish WarChief, Durotan Dreamweaver, dismounted his trusted draenorian wolf at the entrance to one of the towers of his monstrous fortress. He patted the black-furred head of the faithful canine, and looked out the dim windows. Around the fortress, a red dust storm howled. The hellish world of Draenor was a paradise to the Orcish Horde. Its blistering heat and flesh-rending dust storms would have caused humans to seek the strongest shelter they could find, but the thick-skinned Orcs thought nothing of their homeworld's harsh climate. Durotan traced his finger across the mushun wood door, drawing a sygil on its unblemished surface. The sygil burned red, then vanished without a trace. With not so much as a squeak, the thick wooden door opened.
Good, thought Durotan. The mooncycle of penance has not been broken...by either of them. Durotan was impressed. He had at least expected Gorgrimma to attempt an escape during the year of meditation leading up to her mating tournament. He had not seen his two daughters - the mighty Gorgrimma and the horribly deformed Fengora - since they had taken up their penance. With a thought of Fengora, he grimmaced. Though for seventeen mooncycles he had lived with and loved her as any father should should love his daughter, her deformities were a scar on his soul. It was rare for an Orc to give birth to twins, and even rarer for either of them to survive. When Durotan's mate, Greta, had delivered the strong Gorgrimma, he had been heartened. If one of the twins could be so hearty, then surely the other must be as well.
That had not been the case.
Though Gorgrimma was fantastically beautiful by Orc standards, Fengora was hideous. She was slim...slimmer than any Orc should be. Her skin was not green, but an odd shade of tanned orange. Instead of the normal black or mohagany hair of the Orc, hers was a pale blonde. Her tusks were turned inward at birth, and had to be surgically removed by Durotan's chief shamans. Her face had never fully recovered from the surgery, and as such was small and pointed rather than squarish as it should be. As Durotan mounted the steps leading up to his daughters' chamber, a thought occured to him. While litterally hundreds of his strongest warriors had signed up to compete in the mating tournament, Durotan was sure almost all of them were competing for Gorgrima. Fengora, hideous as she was to the Orcs, would have almost no champions fighting for her. He recalled several documents that his warriors had recovered from some human settlements. Printed on flimsy paper, its title had read "Playboy" in the human's brutish tongue. He recalled flipping through the document and being disgusted by what he saw. He could not believe the paleskins considered that beauty. Those females could not possibly rear children. They were too slim, too weak, too pale, too much...
like Fengora.
The thought hit him like the Doomhammer itself. His daughter, thought deformed by his own people, would have seemed like a flower to the humanoid races of the galaxy. He could use his daughter's mating tournament to forge an alliance with one of the great human empires, who would in turn help the Orcs against the Burning Legion. Durotan gave himself a savage smile as he began the mental preparations for a large-scale transmission. He rapped his spiked knuckles on the chamber door, and let out a bark.
"AWAKEN, MY DAUGHTERS! THE TIME OF MATING HAS COME!"

ooc Is your country in any way related to Warcraft?
Oh and TAG I like where this roleplay is going.

OOC: Isn't this in the wrong spot? Anyway me liky where this is going, hehe, one more question, umm, what tech range is this, im willing to ast as if its the WC tech rating but please explain

"I am Aleroc Dragonforge, bastard son of Du'rik Dragonforge, I will fight for the honor, of... Fengora." "I am but a Half-Orc, but I am still a Knight and Warrior." "Please Durotan, allow me to enter into the contests?" *Knelling before the warcheif* "I fight for Theramore, my mother was a princess of Azeroth, and my father a distenguished warrior of Dragonmaw, and if any orc here would challenge what I say to be true, then let them taste my steel"

OOC-If you'll both notice, it says "FT" in the thread's title. This is the universal symbol for Future Tech. It is true, I have taken the WarCraft Horde and transposed them into a Future Tech empire. The Horde is made up of, of course, the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls, Wyvern, and now Goblins. Kalimdor, Draenor, and Lordaeron are their own respective planets. The Orcs inhabit Draenor, the Trolls and Goblins have Lordaeron, and the Tauren and Wyvern have Kalimdor. This particular RP takes place on Draenor, and it is highly unlikely that any of you know where it is, let alone be there now. However, this will change when the transmission go out.


IC

Two human hours later, a widebeam pulse transmission was sent out from Draenor. It repeated every thirty minutes.

Empires, WarChiefs, and warriors of the Outer and Inner Rims, listen closely. The twin daughters of the Grand WarChief of the Horde, Durotan Dreamweaver, have reached the age of mating this day! The WarChief, in his infinite wisdom, has offered all willing warriors the chance to fight for the heart of one of these two Orcs. We are transmitting file holograms now.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/dafeaz/Orcs/Gorgrimmar.jpg
Princess Gorgrimma

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/dafeaz/Orcs/fengora.jpg
Princess Fengora

We look forward to your responses.
-The Horde, Draenor

OOC: You mean the birth place of the Orcs, the place Gul'dan launched his attack on the human world, the place were the Burning Legion created an army to destroy all of existence,yeah I know the place. So please don't act like we're dumb.

OOC: Haller, when your ready to start the contests.

"I am glad that you will let me enter the contests, most wise of Warcheif'"
*walks away to prepare for the contest*

Indeed.

BUMP

ooc: I'm not FT, so i can't participate, but GODDAMN! my lizardmen would be perfect for fighting in such a tournament.

OOC: Can't be sure, but I think he also uses "Ork" tech-ish stuff from Warhammer 40k. Hence the FT stuff.

OOC: Can't be sure, but I think he also uses "Ork" tech-ish stuff from Warhammer 40k. Hence the FT stuff.

Actually, all my tech is my own, save for my ship weapons which are stolen from multiple sources.

Eh... you should use Ork.

Edit: Granted, I haven't seen anything of WH40k Ork stuff beyond ground forces, so its rather hard to determine what IS ork when it comes to starships.

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Post has been reported...dipshit.

Eh... you should use Ork.

Edit: Granted, I haven't seen anything of WH40k Ork stuff beyond ground forces, so its rather hard to determine what IS ork when it comes to starships.
OOC: Orc, with a c not k, but you know its gonna be feirce lookin

ORKs are from WH40k, ORCs are from LotR and WarCraft.




From all over Horde space, warriors came. Mighty Tauren from Kalimdor, cunning Trolls and devious Goblins from Lordaeron, and the brutal Orcs from Draenor itself. The tensions were high in the capital city of Orgrimmar. It had become common knowledge that the WarChief had sent out a transmission to the..."other"...races in the galaxy, and had opened the mating tournament to them all. Many knew that he had done this because he hoped that someone would fight for Fengora, but most felt that their chances to win the hand of Gorgrimma would be threatened as well. As of yet, no outlanders had arrived to fight in the tournament, and only a single half-Orc had entered so far. The rest of the warriors were pure bloods, and they were proud of that fact. Still...there remained the itch to fight an outlander and prove the might of Horde warriors...

ORKs are from WH40k, ORCs are from LotR and WarCraft.
OOC: Yeah but I prefer WC, to WH, any way all aplan, yes, one more question, do we have to come up with stats, and fav wep?

OOC: Yeah but I prefer WC, to WH, any way all aplan, yes, one more question, do we have to come up with stats, and fav wep?

As to the stats - no. This will be standard RP fight, meaning one person will write that they attack and the defender will RP the response. I'll be RPing most of the warriors, as I RP the Horde. Also, the tournament will be more like a gauntlet, with certain challenges all participants must complete. Throughout the competition will be skirmishes between competetors. As for weapons, mostly they will be melee vibroweapons but I also plan to have ranged weapons available. Should anyone else join, I will allow personal weapons of their choice.

OOC: Hmm, that sounds good

bump

OOC: I'm... well, a bit of all techs. My nation has medieval cities, future tech cities, fantasy races... Well, ya get the drift. 'Sides, my main means of transportation is the Dragonship...

IC: Belor, the Ninja of Barron, leaned against the castle walls. Ever since Golbeze's defeat, there was nothing left for him but boredom. "Hey, Belor!" A knight called for him. Getting up lazilly, he walked up to him. "What is it...?"

"Check out what we just received from sector VII!" He pointed at a clipboard. "What's that?" The Ninja asked. "It's a thing called clipboard. Check this out, you use this pen to flick the 'pages'..." He flicked some, until he came to the picture of Fengora. The ninja stared intentively at it, and almost took the thing away for himself.

"Cute, isn't she? Says here in the article that she's a deformed orc maiden. Heh, I wish all of them were deformed then." The Ninja sighed. "Will she marry an orc?" The knight looked at Belor for a moment. "You're weird today... Well, no. She's gonna marry a champion at a tournament, though it says here in the article she's not going to have many fighting for her. Dumb orcs."

The Ninja gave the clipboard thingy back to the knight, and walked away to the Airship stop. He'd be travelling to Esthar, getting a ride on the Intergalactic express, and fighting for the heart of Fengora...

Yellow eyes stared out over the parade grounds, viewing the huts that had been erected there.
"Orc. Tauren. Goblin. Troll. Good, good. Many have come," said an aged voice, deep but barely above a whisper. "A grand tournament, it shall be. You should be proud."
"Yes, Cairne. I should be," said another voice, louder but not quite as deep.
"I take it that you are not, War Chief?" asked Cairne.
"You know as well as I do, Cairne, what these warriors are here for." Durotan sighed, then continued. "They're either here to fight for Gorgrimma...or to gain political status by dominating Fengora."
"War Chief, surely that cannot be..."
"You know as well as I that no warrior of the Horde would love Fengora as she should be loved. Look at her. I am her father, and I think she's hideous."
"War Chief...what about the outlanders?"
"We've had one head for us, a certain Belor of Barron, plus a half-orc has entered. However, that is all. Have you ever seen a Mating Tournament?"
Cairne looked out over the parade grounds again, his bovine features looking old and tired. "Once, when I and my people's alliance with the Horde was young," said the old Tauren. "The Chief of Nord'assil's daughter was at the mating age, and I was invited to tighten relations between our worlds. It was a grand fight. Many died. That is all I remember."
Durotan sighed and joined his fellow councilmember in observing the crowd.
"How many more shall die before this war is over?"
"Too many, War Chief. Too many."

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Rocketships? No.
Interstellar Warp Drive? What???
Space Flight? The first satellite went up a few weeks ago.

Then what the hell are 2 compartively primitive lizardmen doing here?
Well, one day, there was a sickening lurch in the space/time continuum and they were transported here.

My 2 Lizardmen are

R. Ting- Fullblooded Lizardman, 9 feet tall with 12 foot long tail.
Weight: 850 Pounds.
Has razor sharp claws that can shred anything short of diamond composites, huge barb on the end his tail that can impale folks, Razor sharp fangs made of the same material as his claws and also lethal neurotoxins that can be injected through his 2nd pair of fangs. Also, his scales are 4-5 times harder than kevlar.

This guy taught the martial art "Jin Zhua" or Way of the Golden Claw back on the NS Planet and is extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat.
He will be fighting for Gorgrimma because according to him: "I prefer chicks with a little meat on their bones, know what I'm saying?"

Maxentius Ru- 3/4th Hybrid (still looks like a lizardman)
Height: 8'3
Tail: 9 feet.
Weight: 700 Pounds
Same claws and fangs as above

This guy was a palace bodyguard back on NS Planet. He has proven his lethality on the battlefield many times already. He will be fighting for Fengora, because: "She reminds of the 1/4ths (1/4th lizard) back home. Looks sorta cute as well."

Belor had arrived at the tournament grounds. For a moment there, he thought that he'd done a very stupid thing, based on the looks the many abomination shot at him... It was a good thing he kept his face covered with a mask. He had dodged at least 20 lynching attempts ever since he'd put his feet on Gaia Rodina, and never expected for the assailants to be so dogged.

Anyways, he'd kept to the shades, and finally had arrived. He sat behind a tent, and awaited eagerly for what was to happen next.

"Who are you? A theif? Hope not, don't want to mess my blade with your blood, before I got the honor to fight in the contests."
"DUMB are we, huh? My name is Aleroc Dragonforge, What might your name be, thief?"

"Who are you? A theif? Hope not, don't want to mess my blade with your blood, before I got the honor to fight in the contests."
"DUMB are we, huh? My name is Aleroc Dragonforge, What might your name be, thief?"

You may wish to say whom you're speaking to.

-GR

Ting and Maxentius looked at each other. Strange universe wasn't it? They would enter the tournaments, because they figured maybe if they won, the space time lurch would appear again, because the first thing that they saw were the holograms from the advertisements.

The people were.... just bizzare, mostly thickset Orcs straight out some videogame and bovine like Minotaur things... the natives referred to them as "Taurens" or something.

Name: Zulu
Age: 27
Race: Troll, some noted Night Elf in him
Weight: 143
Heght: 7'3"
Gender: Male

Description: Zulu is a fierce hunter. He has been a hunter by instinct and by blood, ever since he could lift his verry own hand crafted spear. He isn't afraid of loosing some blood, or getting a scratch. And no matter the size or fiercness of his enemies, there still prey to him. Now, leaving the old tribal ways of his people and picking up the newer ways, he has become even more notable.

What makes Zulu more unique is having 1/4 Night Elf in him. It would have costed his life if he wern't fiercly patriotic to the Horde and his tribe. The blood allows him to have more keen sences, but not exactly like true Night Elf. And also has the ability to meld slightly into the darkness, but is still visable if he moves to rashly. Can also be seen if looked upon verry closely.

He has entered this tournament for the true prize. Honor, honor for his tribe and himself, and to yet again prove to the Horde that he is a valuable warrior.

OOC I kinda started to realize this is Future Tech a bit later, soo this may seem a bit wierd.

*snorts*
"More interlopers is it? Be gone or be dead, got that, or you to STUPID to understand?"

"Who are you? A theif? Hope not, don't want to mess my blade with your blood, before I got the honor to fight in the contests."
"DUMB are we, huh? My name is Aleroc Dragonforge, What might your name be, thief?"

Belor didn't bother looking at Aleroc, instead he got his clawed gloves on and muttered a simple sentece. "Leave me alone." He prepared to throw a shuriken at his throat if he attempted to carry on his threats.

Belor didn't bother looking at Aleroc, instead he got his clawed gloves on and muttered a simple sentece. "Leave me alone." He prepared to throw a shuriken at his throat if he attempted to carry on his threats.
"Speak up rat, can't quite hear you?" "And I remember asking your name theif, or are you DEAF as well as DUMB?" "Don't tell me your here to compete, a little shrimp like you will get killed by these orcs, huh, not speaking I see then maybe i should make you" with that said Aleroc drew his famed 'Cross Blade' and moved towards the intruder. "Defend yourself rat"

Belor sighed... "Stop wasting my time. I've killed demons with less effort than the one you invest on babbling and swinging your toy of a sword. Then again..." He lost his patience, and got up, drawing his ninja-to. "... I could use some practice. I'll take your head back home as a souvenir." He grabbed his sword with both hands, and awaited his attack.

OOC: Nice Idea Pyschotika, but you do know that trolls are smaller then orcs, right?

Name:Aleroc Dragonforge
Age:26
Race:Half Orc
Gender:Male
Height:6,6
Weight:234

Description:Aleroc Dragonforge is descended from the infamous Dragonmaw clan, as well as the Kingdom of Azeroth, being Half Orc has attributed him nothing but pain and suffering at the hands of pure blood Orcs and Humans alike.

Raised on the planet of Duran in the Dominion of the Draconis Federation, he soon learned of his proud ancestery and desired to become the type of warrior that songs were written about. After a short millitary carrer where he was noted as being everything a soldier should be, he became a wanderer drifting through space and traveling where he wanted.

After reiceving a message of a contest on an Orc world he finnaly had a way to become known throughout the cosmos as a fine warrior.

Belor sighed... "Stop wasting my time. I've killed demons with less effort than the one you invest on babbling and swinging your toy of a sword. Then again..." He lost his patience, and got up, drawing his ninja-to. "... I could use some practice. I'll take your head back home as a souvenir." He grabbed his sword with both hands, and awaited his attack.
"So a fight is it just cause you an outlander like myself don't think I'll go easy on you" With all said and done Aleroc brought his blade above his head and brought it done so feircely that it stired the dust into a cloud.

Not sure if he had killed the theif Aleroc leaped back and held his weapon at the ready, to defend himself against attack. "Come now don't tell me thats all you had rat" *grunt*

Belor watched emotionless the attack of his foe. His attack had power... but little else. He easily dodged it, and dissapeared from sight. He sneaked through the tents, and reappeared as silently as a cat behind him, pointing his own blade millimetres away from his neck. "No, I was just getting started."

"Dead are you? Huh, you bore me rat, if you don't move I'm leaving"

Before the theif knew it Aleroc grabed his arm and flung him into the air with great ease, "Come now you think im that foolish, Rat."

Watching the rat fly throught the air made Aleroc remember he was hunger, "Hey rat, I'm hungery you think we can end this?" Saying that Aleroc rushed foreward and used his famed technuiqe 'Blazing Ahnk' and hurled his blade at the poor theif that would soon be dead theif.

OOC: Gimme time to post here...

IC: Belor did his acrobatic trade in the air, turning around to throw a shuriken at his forearm, and landing swiftly. "You're just wasting power... I already won. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing." He got back on guard with his sword...

OOC: Gimme time to post here...

IC: Belor did his acrobatic trade in the air, turning around to throw a shuriken at his forearm, and landing swiftly. "You're just wasting power... I already won. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing." He got back on guard with his sword...

OOC:Then type faster, hehe

IC:Just in time to catch the blade butt first in the face knock him off his feet, "Hmm oh is that true, then maybe you should speak up, WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU." Aleroc then retreived his 'Cross Blade' and grabed the theif by the collar, "You want to die here or in the ring, huh, answer Rat?"

"Hey Rat, never got your name, mind tellin me or do I really got to get nasty with you?"

"I got an idea how bout you tell me about yourself, over lunch, I'm starving, what do you say? HUH?" with that said Aleroc droped the man and walked off in the direction of the food court, "You comin or what?"

OOC:Then type faster, hehe

IC:Just in time to catch the blade butt first in the face knock him off his feet, "Hmm oh is that true, then maybe you should speak up, WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU." Aleroc then retreived his 'Cross Blade' and grabed the theif by the collar, "You want to die here or in the ring, huh, answer Rat?"

OOC: Your wish... master...

IC: Belor sank his clawed fingers on his wrist, cutting through nerve and muscle. He continued to claw forward, slicing through vein and flesh. He withdrew, and kicked his face, sinking his other claw on his torso. "Leave me alone, or die..."

OOC: Look, please wait until I post, this is getting confusing....

can i join :P

and wheres the creator of this thread he hasnt posted for a while...

OOC: Look, please wait until I post, this is getting confusing....
OOC: OK
IC: "What you say, lunch, yes, no?"

can i join :P

and wheres the creator of this thread he hasnt posted for a while...

OOC: 1) yes, just name a character
2) he's been offline for some time

Belor sighed... At least it was better than flailing around. "Yes, let's have ourselves something." He retireved his weapons, and walked along with him. "I'm Belor, Ninja of Barron."

Maxentius smiled.

"Ah... what makes you so sure you're going to win? A cocksure attitude? Last I checked, a cocksure attitude is poor armor at getting disemboweled."

Ting tugged on Maxentius' shoulder

"Not now man."

Maxentius brushed him off, and then his claws, 5 inches long and capable of shearing through tank armor like butter popped out of his fingertips, one by one.

"Now, now, now... What makes you think you can beat me, oh pathetically tusked one?"

Ting rolled his eyes, he expected not to have much competition, I mean most of the people were here for that emaciated waif Fengora right?

Maxentius placed his claws right under Aleroc's eye, ready in one swift move, to tear off 90% of his head with the slightest motion.

"I'll tell you. You cannot beat me, stupid."

On the disengage, he nicked Aleroc's face, just enough to draw a little bit of blood and leave a cut an inch long, before just walking away.

Belor sighed... At least it was better than flailing around. "Yes, let's have ourselves something." He retireved his weapons, and walked along with him. "I'm Belor, Ninja of Barron."
"Im Aleroc Dragonforge, Bastard son of the Dragonmaw clan, son of the ancient Kingdom of Azeroth, and ex-soldier of the Draconis Federation. Nice to meet you, Belor."

"Im Aleroc Dragonforge, Bastard son of the Dragonmaw clan, son of the ancient Kingdom of Azeroth, and ex-soldier of the Draconis Federation. Nice to meet you, Belor."

"Nice to meet me, eh?" He chuckled. Perhaps he had a nice side to him after all. "I guess there's no reason for non-friendship. Do you think they'll serve anything that a human like me can digest...?"

ooc: ooh crap, i forgot to read all the remaning posts after you called my characters stupid. Make my post happen AFTER lunch ok?

OOC: Gettin off for a while
IC: "Hmm, you like red meat, or pork rihgt, uh, well thats just about it red meat, pork, mead, bread, you know the usual" "Don't think you'll find anything else in the other stalls"

ooc: then i'll wait till tommorow

OOC I've seen many powerful Orcs die at the hands of a Troll :), and Trolls are taller then Orcs btw

IC

Zulu was just walking around, waiting for the tournaments to begin. He could see a lot of warriors who would partake in this massive tournament, most of them were just wasting space, he could count of about half who would lose easily. He'd have to remind himself to only kill somoene if necessary.

" Mon, tese orcs be mad t'inkin Fengora be hideous...oh well, must be a Orc thing. " Zulu said to himself.

OOC Yea I have mastered my Troll accent from WoW lol....well open beta, I can't get the real version cuz there being sold like mad. And Zulu is just up and about, talk to him if you want.

ooc: then i'll wait till tommorow
OOC

i will too....kinda bussy right now.

OOC: Gettin off for a while
IC: "Hmm, you like red meat, or pork rihgt, uh, well thats just about it red meat, pork, mead, bread, you know the usual" "Don't think you'll find anything else in the other stalls"

So much for his vegetable diet... "Oh well... I guess meat is always good for... something...." He was screwed... If he left that land diarrhea free, he'd be lucky. And if he did that and collected his prize, then he'd really be the luckiest.

They arrived at the tent, and got a few killer looks as they went about.

OOC

i will too....kinda bussy right now.

Same here

can i make a girl go 2 the tournament? if not:

Name: Goliath (cant think of last name)
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class (what he is): Paladin
From: Shilvera, in Lordaeron
Languages: Common(Human), Orc-Goblin
Description: Well known human, a hero from his city, high ranking paladin
since i have to choose one or the other Fengora...

also i thought lordaeron was a human kingdom and in the new WoW its been taken over by undead

OOC umm....this tournament is uhh...well the winner gets to mate with the Daughters of Thrall..

OOC I've seen many powerful Orcs die at the hands of a Troll :), and Trolls are taller then Orcs btw
OOC:no trolls are smaller, orcs are taller, you see from shortest to tallest in the Horde: Goblins, Trolls (though you may be right, but i've never seen a troll standing straight up, so its hard to tell, they're allways hunched over), Orcs, Tauren.

can i make a girl go 2 the tournament? if not:

OOC: Well, he never did say the character had to be male. So I think it would be ok, but make it so that your character hides her idenity, yeah that should be cool.

OOC: No even hunched, there about a inch or 2 taller. There not as thick, there about as thick as Fengora.

Btw, she looks like 1/4 NE 1/4 Troll 2/4 Orc lol.

But what the hell? Your acting like natural body size is going to determine who wins.

OOC umm....this tournament is uhh...well the winner gets to mate with the Daughters of Thrall..
OOC:One daughter, singular, not multiple. and like i said before, he never said the characters had to all be male. So it be up to ehr, manny (troll accents rock)

But what the hell? Your acting like natural body size is going to determine who wins.
OOC:Well orcs are stronger, can't deny that

OOC:One daughter, singular, not multiple. and like i said before, he never said the characters had to all be male. So it be up to ehr, manny (troll accents rock)

OOC: That was a female-ish retard-ish Troll accent :-P...

Here is how it should be:

Ya mon, we be jammin.

Thats just a little common example lol...anyways yea...

And I thought there was two daughters..

OOC: That was a female-ish retard-ish Troll accent :-P...

Here is how it should be:

Ya mon, we be jammin.

Thats just a little common example lol...anyways yea...

And I thought there was two daughters..
OOC:Ya mon, but ya only get ta choose one chika to be your babe'a (how bout that)

OOC:Ya mon, but ya only get ta choose one chika to be your babe'a (how bout that)

OOC I was thinking that if this isn't to the death, then the winner picks what he wants, and the runner up gets the other one.

OOC: Okay, a few things.

1) Is it too late to join? I would really love to.
2) I know, I'm FT. However, my warriors live in what can be described as a Feudal society. As long as I don't use any of my futuristic weapons, there is no reason I cannot attend...right!?

If I can join, then here's my IC:

Yu looked upon his trusted Jaffa, Jarren. Jarren looked up into his God's face, his eyes glistening over with tears. He had just become First Prime to Yu, a System Lord of the Goa'uld.

Jarren had fought every single Jaffa in Yu's line of would-be First Primes, defeating each of them in battle. His final task was to kill his life-long friend in combat, rather than just pinning him to the ground as he had done before. He gladly did this, following his master's commands down to the measure. Yu decided that Jarren was to be his First Prime, and so his cerimony began.

Jarren's tatoo on his forehead, depicting Yu's symbol, had been gouged out with a cerimonial knife. It was a very deep and precise cut: it almost reached the skull. The weilder of the knife had cut out the tatoo perfecty: it was though Jarren's forehead had suddenly sunk into the image of his master. Then, after Jarren had been bound and gagged, the one who preformed the cuts had poured molten gold into the wound. It was pain beyond anything Jarren had felt before. He had screamed, cried before his master Yu. He was terrified: he thought he had shown Kek, weakness, before his master. However, Yu seemed unphased by Jarren's screams and tears: it was a normal thing.

After the gold had hardened and Jarren's wounds healed thanks to his symbiote, he stood before his master Yu.

Yu looked down upon him and said, his voice booming as all Goa'ulds do, "My First Prime, Jarren. An opportunity has arisen."

"My lord?" Jarren said, he was confused.

"There is a chance that the Goa'ulds can gain a foothold in a planet that is protected under the Protected Planets treaty. We have gotten word that a race known as the Orks have posed a contest: whomever can defeat other warriors in combat can mate with one of their princesses."

Yu then showed Jarren what an Ork looked like. Jarren was taken aback by the hideous, inhuman features of the Ork before him. He looked up at his master again, fear in his eyes.

"My lord! Surely...surely you don't wish me to mate with these...these...things!?" Jarren said, his eyes widening as he did so.

"Of course not, Jarren." Yu said, his eyes glowing as he said this, "You will not. But, Er-lang will."

Yu pulled out a small jar, and reached his hands in. He pulled out a mature Goa'uld (http://www.gateworld.net/omnipedia/races/g/graphics/goauld.jpg): it's long eel-like body slithering in his hands, as it emitted muffled shreaking sounds. Yu put Er-lang back into the jar, and closed the lid.

"You will take this with your person, keeping it disguised as the ashes of one of your family members. You will pretend you are a bastard from the mountains. You have no family, and you wish to wed the "charming" Orks to secure an heir for you. We cannot allow you to use any of our technology, that woudl be in violation of the treaty. You must instead use your training. We shall supply you with a staff weapon, however it will not be able to fire shots as long as you are on the planet. You will win the tournament, and when you are in the bedchambers you will allow Er-lang to posses the princess. Er-lang will impregnate the princess, but not with a human heir. She will impregnate her with Goa'uld larvae. Eventually, these will be distributed throughout the kingdom via the water supply, public houses, or any other ways you can think of. It should only take 20 years, but by then a decent portion of this kingdom will be our willing servants."

Yu looked into space through the window of the Ha'Tak mothership, gazing at the planet bellow.

"You go...now." Yu said, his eyes glowing.

EDIT: Whopse!! Didn't see the FT there! I'll change this. Jarren can bring a fully-functional staff weapon, as well as he will bring symbiote-masking syrum so no-one knows he's a goa'uld. Well...except for the golden marking of Yu on his forhead ^_^.

OOC I was thinking that if this isn't to the death, then the winner picks what he wants, and the runner up gets the other one.
OOC:Nope, you pledge to one of his daughters not both, you then fight for her honor, not both only one, thats why I claimed to fight for the hand of Fengora, who you fighting for? And it is to the death.

OOC: Okay, a few things.

1) Is it too late to join? I would really love to.
2) I know, I'm FT. However, my warriors live in what can be described as a Feudal society. As long as I don't use any of my futuristic weapons, there is no reason I cannot attend...right!?

If I can join, then here's my IC:

Yu looked upon his trusted Jaffa, Jarren. Jarren looked up into his God's face, his eyes glistening over with tears. He had just become First Prime to Yu, a System Lord of the Goa'uld.

Jarren had fought every single Jaffa in Yu's line of would-be First Primes, defeating each of them in battle. His final task was to kill his life-long friend in combat, rather than just pinning him to the ground as he had done before. He gladly did this, following his master's commands down to the measure. Yu decided that Jarren was to be his First Prime, and so his cerimony began.

Jarren's tatoo on his forehead, depicting Yu's symbol, had been gouged out with a cerimonial knife. It was a very deep and precise cut: it almost reached the skull. The weilder of the knife had cut out the tatoo perfecty: it was though Jarren's forehead had suddenly sunk into the image of his master. Then, after Jarren had been bound and gagged, the one who preformed the cuts had poured molten gold into the wound. It was pain beyond anything Jarren had felt before. He had screamed, cried before his master Yu. He was terrified: he thought he had shown Kek, weakness, before his master. However, Yu seemed unphased by Jarren's screams and tears: it was a normal thing.

After the gold had hardened and Jarren's wounds healed thanks to his symbiote, he stood before his master Yu.

Yu looked down upon him and said, his voice booming as all Goa'ulds do, "My First Prime, Jarren. An opportunity has arisen."

"My lord?" Jarren said, he was confused.

"There is a chance that the Goa'ulds can gain a foothold in a planet that is protected under the Protected Planets treaty. We have gotten word that a race known as the Orks have posed a contest: whomever can defeat other warriors in combat can mate with one of their princesses."

Yu then showed Jarren what an Ork looked like. Jarren was taken aback by the hideous, inhuman features of the Ork before him. He looked up at his master again, fear in his eyes.

"My lord! Surely...surely you don't wish me to mate with these...these...things!?" Jarren said, his eyes widening as he did so.

"Of course not, Jarren." Yu said, his eyes glowing as he said this, "You will not. But, Er-lang will."

Yu pulled out a small jar, and reached his hands in. He pulled out a mature Goa'uld (http://www.gateworld.net/omnipedia/races/g/graphics/goauld.jpg): it's long eel-like body slithering in his hands, as it emitted muffled shreaking sounds. Yu put Er-lang back into the jar, and closed the lid.

"You will take this with your person, keeping it disguised as the ashes of one of your family members. You will pretend you are a bastard from the mountains. You have no family, and you wish to wed the "charming" Orks to secure an heir for you. We cannot allow you to use any of our technology, that woudl be in violation of the treaty. You must instead use your training. We shall supply you with a staff weapon, however it will not be able to fire shots as long as you are on the planet. You will win the tournament, and when you are in the bedchambers you will allow Er-lang to posses the princess. Er-lang will impregnate the princess, but not with a human heir. She will impregnate her with Goa'uld larvae. Eventually, these will be distributed throughout the kingdom via the water supply, public houses, or any other ways you can think of. It should only take 20 years, but by then a decent portion of this kingdom will be our willing servants."

Yu looked into space through the window of the Ha'Tak mothership, gazing at the planet bellow.

"You go...now." Yu said, his eyes glowing.

EDIT: Whopse!! Didn't see the FT there! I'll change this. Jarren can bring a fully-functional staff weapon, as well as he will bring symbiote-masking syrum so no-one knows he's a goa'uld. Well...except for the golden marking of Yu on his forhead ^_^.
You are a evil little man and I will enjoy destroying you
RULE ONE: NO RANGED WEAPONS (well maybe not rule 1 but one of the rules)

OOC:OK here are the rules:

1) You first name your champion
2) You then name which princess you champion for Gorgrimma (top pic pg1) or Fengora (bottom pic pg1)

Got that

Not cool, everyone will fight for Fengora.

Anyways, I'll fight for Fengora.

Or more like this?

I, Zulu, pledge to Fengora.

Oh well its close lol.

Not cool, everyone will fight for Fengora.

Anyways, I'll fight for Fengora.

Or more like this?

I, Zulu, pledge to Fengora.

Oh well its close lol.
OOC: No duh, every human player is competing for Fengora

First off, I haven't been able to post for a while because of personal problems. Second, I don't believe I said that ranged weapons will not be allowed. However, one cannot simply think that they're going to waltz in here with a phaser or a blaster and win because most everyone uses melee vibroweapons. Orc armor is especially tough, being made of a composite alloy of Orc design known as Thorium. Thorium can deflect ballistic attacks and absorb a multitude of energy bursts. Thorium plates serve as the Horde's standard body armor.

Goua'ould, I have no problem with a Jaffa joining, just know that there's no way in hell you'll probably be able to infest any of my people and not ignite total war. Shamans with the ability to sense life and whatnot.
Post forthcoming. Connection unstable.

Etchande, a hunter of the stars, found this news to be very interesting. Hmmm. A tournament to the death for an Orc princess. Interesting. It had been a while before Etchande had had a mate. Etchande was around seven and a half feet tall, like the rest of his race, and an experienced warrior. He had hunted many spieces such as the Pyode Amendha, with their high intellegnce and the Kainde Amendha, with their hard shells and acid blood, and had come back with many trophys. He had dread-lock like hair and was well built. His two small beady eyes were located deep into his skull, right above his four mandibles. He had talons hard as steel on his fingers and toes. Etchande thought for a while as to who he would choose before finally deciding he would go for Fengora. It seemed that he couldn't bring his plasma caster so he opted for collapsable throwing stars. He canged his ships heading and set a course for the Orc planet.

Etchande, a hunter of the stars, found this news to be very interesting. Hmmm. A tournament to the death for an Orc princess. Interesting. It had been a while before Etchande had had a mate. Etchande was around seven and a half feet tall, like the rest of his race, and an experienced warrior. He had hunted many spieces such as the Pyode Amendha, with their high intellegnce and the Kainde Amendha, with their hard shells and acid blood, and had come back with many trophys. He had dread-lock like hair and was well built. His two small beady eyes were located deep into his skull, right above his four mandibles. He had talons hard as steel on his fingers and toes. Etchande thought for a while as to who he would choose before finally deciding he would go for Fengora. It seemed that he could bring his plasma caster so he opted for collapsable throwing stars. He canged his ships heading and set a course for the Orc planet.OOC:Predator? Thought so.

ooc:(in response to the guy that said everyone would go for Fengora) not really, to avoid conflict between my 2 guys participating in this. I had the bigger one go for Gorgrimma.

:headbang: :mp5:

Goliath enters the tournament grounds...
"too many orcs... i hope this is worth it for that Fengora."
walks around and sets up his tent and waits for the tournament to start.
starts praying in his tent...

(man, i cant think of anything to write lol)

Etchande, a hunter of the stars, found this news to be very interesting. Hmmm. A tournament to the death for an Orc princess. Interesting. It had been a while before Etchande had had a mate. Etchande was around seven and a half feet tall, like the rest of his race, and an experienced warrior. He had hunted many spieces such as the Pyode Amendha, with their high intellegnce and the Kainde Amendha, with their hard shells and acid blood, and had come back with many trophys. He had dread-lock like hair and was well built. His two small beady eyes were located deep into his skull, right above his four mandibles. He had talons hard as steel on his fingers and toes. Etchande thought for a while as to who he would choose before finally deciding he would go for Fengora. It seemed that he could bring his plasma caster so he opted for collapsable throwing stars. He canged his ships heading and set a course for the Orc planet.

That's a Predator.

The Slann preist, who had been monitering the news of the Galaxy mentaly relaied the news to lord Kurkth. The Toad considered it, then began to smile. The orcs where........sutible for a genetic analises, and he might be able to breed a new type of Sauras from their blood. All he needed was for some way to transport his Scar Vetran, who had slain five canosaurs, to the planet. He immidatly started to read the Tablet of Izita, and found what he wanted nearly immidiatly. A spell that could send a creature the same way as a communication. He thus gleened the origen of the planet from the Slann who had given him the infomation, then summond his Scar Vetran

"Nakai, ou have searved me well no?" He said in a deep voice.

"Yesss Massster." He hissed. "I have killed many enamiesss for you, and yoursss throne was made from the 5 canosaursss Skullsss." He seemed to gleen.

"Yes, you have searved me well, thus you are going to go and get some blood for me." He showed the ork picture to him. "You will be fighting many creatures like this one, although they will be male. You must gain me a full metlicite of their blood. Understand?"

The Warrior nodded, and when the Slann gestured to the middle of the room, the warior moved their quickly.

"Kus nindol ku'nal sargtlin ulu l' k'lar Usstan talinth" He muttered, and the Warrior dissaprered. "GO well." He muttered.

Etchande walked into the tournament grounds. After looking around he decided that the best place to rest would be in a nearby tree. After climbing the tree he found a suitible branch on which to rest on. He closed his eyes and thought of the battle to come.

The Tournament is now closed to furhter entries (pissed? TG me and I may consider you). I have to go to work (goddamn...) so please, not too many more posts until around 9:45 EST when I get home.

Bah. Christmas sucks.

can we still go on whats happening b4 the tournaments starts? like meeting the other people that have entered

Just so you know, Communistic Soviets, you need to step up the RP quality if you want to continue to be recognized.





IC
Without warning, Orcish drummers began beating their kodoskin drums in a rhythmic war beat. The Orcs, Tauren, Goblins, and Trolls in the parade grounds dropped what they were doing and immediately began chanting in Orcish. The wardrums ceased almost as suddenly as they had started, and so did the chanting. In unison, the Horde raised one foot (or hoof) and slammed it on the ground. They then followed suit with their opposite lower appendage. They continued this rhytmic stamping for a good two minutes without a sound uttered. Then, strangely, they all stopped. The reason for this cessation was soon evident, however, as the Council of Three stood atop Durotan's fortress. The Orc, bigger than most of his bretheren by a full head and clad in black thorium plate armor, held his hand out for silence.
"My brothers!" he roared, his voice amplified by some unknown means. "In the ancient times, when the universe was young and the Spirits wild, the Orc was created. The Spirits marveled at their creation, and gave it everything it needed. It gave it the paradise of Draenor to live on, the meat of the kodo to thrive on, and the warriors of the Darags to fight and slay. HOWEVER! The Spirits soon became jealous of their child Orc, and allowed an army of demons to enslave it! The Orc was miserable, for its beloved Spirits had seemingly abandoned it, when one day one Spirit heard its cry. The Spirit of the Wilds, one of the most powerful Spirits, heard the Orc cry out for help and realized that it had learned the most valuable lesson of all! Humility! So the Spirits sent others to aid the Orc."
"They sent the Tauren to smash its enemies and help it relearn the old ways!" cried Cairne Bloodhoof, High Chieftan of the Tauren tribes.
"And da Troll to build its machines and teach it da new ways!" roared Zul'jin of the Troll Warbands.
"And together they fought against the fires of the demons!" Durotan spoke again. "It is in this fight that the Horde was forged. The Tauren might, the Troll cunning, and the Orcish courage melded together into one unbeatable force, which crushed all before it in its wrath! But no warrior can fight his foe alone! Only with something to fight for can the warrior truly fight! It is this day that two females, Gorgrimma and Fengora, wish to become that for the warrior. Let the tournament...BEGIN!"
With that, all three members of the Council lifted their arms to the heavens. At first, it seemed nothing happened. However, within moments orbs of light became visible, growing within their hands. The green orb of Courage lifted into the sky from Durotan's hands, followed by the red orb of Might from Cairnes and the blue orb of Cunning from Zul'jin's. These three orbs of power circled around one another, each circle becoming more and more tight. Then, in a blinding flash of multicolored light, the three orbs fused. When the dust settled, three beings floated in the air above the Council's heads. One of crimson flame, one of emerald magic, and one of cerulean ice. All were covered in scales of their appropriate color, and their eyes were fixed on the parade grounds. Three deafening roars ripped through the air as the beings attacked the earthbound warriors.

The Dragons struck, and the Tournament of Mating began.

The Sauras doged the dragon, his magic infused dimond sword swinging out of its sheath. A reflex born of a life of fighting creatures that hunted as well as where hunted, he could not help the reaction when it came. Not knowing if the things would strike again, he reactivly pulled his sheild from his back. He looked around, noteing that there may not have been need for such a reaction.

"Dragons" Aleroc said with awe struck, "I've seen the Wyverns of the Federation, and now to see such a beast wothy of reverence, this is a great day indeed" As he relized he wasn't alone, he drew his Blade in ceremony, and seated himself on the ground before the Dragons, then began to mutter the chants of both his houses to give him strength and rightiousness to his cause of glory.
"Dal' ak ra varn tr'i yu xe ki ri kra' dra'e urk kru co'n bar cha's da'bon kru' zai"
"In the names of the ancients of Draconis give me the strength and the will to be rightious"
Filled with the power of the ancestors spirit he readied for combat, and drew his 'Cross Blade'.

ya i know i suck at rping so i guess im just gonna leave this to u guys... :mad: :confused: :(

ya i know i suck at rping so i guess im just gonna leave this to u guys... :mad: :confused: :(
Don't get angry/confused/sad just act out a little more.

Etchande decided to go after the fire dragon. His species liked the heat and could withstand temperatures up to 200 C. He pulled out his combistick and extended it to full length. He roared and ran at the beast. The battle had begun.

ooc: crap, i'm on vacation. Table the "fight" with draconis. May I fight the dragons?

OOC You're ALL supposed to either fight the dragons or find some way of staying out of the way until they're defeated.

IC

The dragons, as if communicating telepathically, abrubtly did a nearly impossible maneuver that criscrossed their paths and broke up any aim the ground borne warriors could muster. The great Blue dove at a small clustering of Horde warriors where Etchande and Aleroc stood. It opened its cavernous mouth and let loose a deadly volley of frozen crystal shards.

OOC: Connection been the shit lately. Might not be able to post frequently.

IC: Belor saw the dragons heading for the warriors, and wondered for a moment what he had gotten himself into. He dodged the initial assaults, and began planning on how to defeat them. Those scales were beyond his blades' ability, and he had not enough physical strength to do anything with a direct assault. When the blue dragon attacked, he saw his chance. Running towards the two attacked members of the party, he bid his time and threw a handful of shuriken accurately at the beast's throat just as the shower of cristals ceased.

IC:The dragons, as if communicating telepathically, abrubtly did a nearly impossible maneuver that criscrossed their paths and broke up any aim the ground borne warriors could muster. The great Blue dove at a small clustering of Horde warriors where Etchande and Aleroc stood. It opened its cavernous mouth and let loose a deadly volley of frozen crystal shards.
As the Dragon neared Aleroc, its body began to dive at him, and as the warriors fell all around Aleroc, he stood and swung his mighty blade cleaving the skull of the Blue Dragon in one fell stroke. And as the dragon fell behind him Aleroc opened his eyes to reveal that they were shining with an inner light as strong as any sun. "... I... AM... ALEROC... DRAGONFORGE!" *Roars* "...Come Dragons, meet your maker, for I shall slay you in the name of my ancestors clan... DRAGONMAW!" *War cry* (Dragonmaw is his War cry)

ooc: aw screw it, i'm not participating

The nameless Sauras followed the red creature with his eyes. When it made a swoop on one of the groups, and then ran towards it. He jumped, Crushing a Taurens skull while using the boost to get him up to the reds legs. He stabed the sharp part of his sheild into the ankle. He then fliped to the neck, jamming his jaws on tight. He fixed himself there, not releaseing himself as the dragon shook around, trying to disloge the warrior.

The nameless Sauras followed the creatures with his eyes, waiting for the moment. When the Great blue attacked, he ran towards it with increadable speed for one of his size. He jumped, using the shoulder of a Tauren to boost his hight. He managed to reach the creature, and grabbed its back leg. He then jumped to the neck of the thing, fastening his powerful jaws around the area, his teeth cutting into the flesh.
OOC:Try and intertwine your rp with everybody rp, ie myself.
IC:"All Dragons fall before their rightfull lord" *Roar* "Come all you... Dragons, bring your claw and fang, for I shall slay you with my 'Cross Blade'"

OOC That was not there when I posted that, I promise you. Where did it come from?

OOC That was not there when I posted that, I promise you. Where did it come from?
OOC:No, it was there, your computer probly to save time loaded the last save of the screen and that didn't include what I put but obviously since the post was before yours it is likely that it was posted first. In other words use refresh from time to time.

OOC Post edited.

As Aleroc moved torward his kill the red Dragon flew over head with it's uninvited rider. Aleroc drew his Crossblade and cut the dragons heart out, and when he did so the body wasted away and the heart turned into a blue crystal orb. Aleroc satisfied with his kill setteld on the wall with his prize and watched the other warriors engage the remaining two dragons.
"Hey Belore, took your kill, laughter, better luck next time, laughter."