07-25-2013, 03:46 PM
Intelligence. Wit. Charisma. These are the things that one does not think of when they think of Ogres. And, unfortunately, the same applies to Kug, a warrior hailing from the Stonemaul Clan. Kug was indeed an ogre, holding many of the same aspects as his kind; brutish strength, deadly cunning, yet low intellect. However, Kug had traits that many of his people lacked; compassion and the desire to improve himself. Our brave oaf had only the strongest desire to improve himself, physically and mentally. Kug was inflicted with a form of wanderlust, his strong desire to see and learn of the world around him.
Snapping back from his nap in the middle of Desolation Hold, Kug felt the stir in him again. It was time to move on, to continue forward. Hearing of different tales of strange and wondrous lands, Kug could not shake the feeling of excitement. His imagination only limited by his focus, which is dangerously short. Soon enough Kug left Desolation Hold, wiping his head off in the dry Barrens heat. He thought to himself, "Swamp was bedda dan dis place. Nice an' not dry hot." Kug is a simple ogre, with simple tastes. He continued onward, south towards the border of Thousand Needles.
Annoyances like humans or quillboars were of no concern to the lone ogre. One of the perks of being an Ogre was that few felt the desire to challenge you. His mind kept trailing back to the group of Horde he had helped earlier in the day, pushing back an Alliance offensive with his sheer might! Kug grinned at the memory of wrecking a huge steam tank almost by his lonesome. It gave him the sort of confidence that would get smaller creatures killed. The ogre kept walking along the road, paying no mind to the onlooking animals or natives. Kug couldn't wait to see what lay further south, hoping to find some ogre paradise.
His mind wandered back to normal, just trying to focus on where he was going. The Sun began to die down, cresting softly over the horizon. Kug paused, taking a few moments to admire the natural wonder. He stood there for some twenty minutes just watching the sunset, taking it all in. Soon enough it was dark, but not too dark. Kug was glad that the moons were out, shining down on him and his road. But he needed to stay focused!
Then, all of a sudden, the moons went out. Kug couldn't move, his mind panicked, unsure of what to do. Five minutes of confused darkness later, Kug came-to. His arms were bound, as were his legs. His weapons, a large axe and a gruesome, spiked gauntlet lay nearby. He looked around in a panic, his captors realizing he was awake. Almost ten quillboar standing in a half circle around him. One snorted at him, "Oohnnk! The ogre is waking!" The others turned, facing the bound up ogre. "Squee! Let's cut him up and cook him! Squee! Those orcs have poached just about everything in this area!"
"Ohnnk! I'm with Skrig... I could use a good meal and the ogre is big enough for us to all have multiple servings," said a third quillboar who was readying a crude carving knife and fork. The others licked their chops greedily with the thought of such a large meal to be had.
Kug went blank from fear, his primal instincts taking over. Good thing that primal ogre instincts aren't like primal human instincts. Kug, in a mindless, blind fury, broke free from his bonds. Much to the surprise of the first Quillboar, who was hurled some forty yards away. The others looked at their brother soar through the air, like a flying pig. Kug turned to them, his eyes burning in a bloodlust. He trudged forward as the quillboar hurriedly went for their weapons. The angry giant grabbing two of them, slamming their skulls together, roaring loudly into the young night sky.
After Kug had pummeled his sixth Quillboar, the others began to collectively think that this was a mistake. Or that is what it could've been assumed as the four of them ran as far and as fast as their stubby pig legs would take them. Kug roared again, spittle and a bit of bone flying out into the darkness. Slowly his rage calmed, the ogre unsure of where he was or what had transpired. His fists were bloodied from the beatings he gave to the surrounding quillboar. Kug shrugged, "Dey lerned not to mess wid Kug! Stooped pig-peeple." Collecting his weapons, Kug trekked onwards to his next destination in a world of wide wonder.
Snapping back from his nap in the middle of Desolation Hold, Kug felt the stir in him again. It was time to move on, to continue forward. Hearing of different tales of strange and wondrous lands, Kug could not shake the feeling of excitement. His imagination only limited by his focus, which is dangerously short. Soon enough Kug left Desolation Hold, wiping his head off in the dry Barrens heat. He thought to himself, "Swamp was bedda dan dis place. Nice an' not dry hot." Kug is a simple ogre, with simple tastes. He continued onward, south towards the border of Thousand Needles.
Annoyances like humans or quillboars were of no concern to the lone ogre. One of the perks of being an Ogre was that few felt the desire to challenge you. His mind kept trailing back to the group of Horde he had helped earlier in the day, pushing back an Alliance offensive with his sheer might! Kug grinned at the memory of wrecking a huge steam tank almost by his lonesome. It gave him the sort of confidence that would get smaller creatures killed. The ogre kept walking along the road, paying no mind to the onlooking animals or natives. Kug couldn't wait to see what lay further south, hoping to find some ogre paradise.
His mind wandered back to normal, just trying to focus on where he was going. The Sun began to die down, cresting softly over the horizon. Kug paused, taking a few moments to admire the natural wonder. He stood there for some twenty minutes just watching the sunset, taking it all in. Soon enough it was dark, but not too dark. Kug was glad that the moons were out, shining down on him and his road. But he needed to stay focused!
Then, all of a sudden, the moons went out. Kug couldn't move, his mind panicked, unsure of what to do. Five minutes of confused darkness later, Kug came-to. His arms were bound, as were his legs. His weapons, a large axe and a gruesome, spiked gauntlet lay nearby. He looked around in a panic, his captors realizing he was awake. Almost ten quillboar standing in a half circle around him. One snorted at him, "Oohnnk! The ogre is waking!" The others turned, facing the bound up ogre. "Squee! Let's cut him up and cook him! Squee! Those orcs have poached just about everything in this area!"
"Ohnnk! I'm with Skrig... I could use a good meal and the ogre is big enough for us to all have multiple servings," said a third quillboar who was readying a crude carving knife and fork. The others licked their chops greedily with the thought of such a large meal to be had.
Kug went blank from fear, his primal instincts taking over. Good thing that primal ogre instincts aren't like primal human instincts. Kug, in a mindless, blind fury, broke free from his bonds. Much to the surprise of the first Quillboar, who was hurled some forty yards away. The others looked at their brother soar through the air, like a flying pig. Kug turned to them, his eyes burning in a bloodlust. He trudged forward as the quillboar hurriedly went for their weapons. The angry giant grabbing two of them, slamming their skulls together, roaring loudly into the young night sky.
After Kug had pummeled his sixth Quillboar, the others began to collectively think that this was a mistake. Or that is what it could've been assumed as the four of them ran as far and as fast as their stubby pig legs would take them. Kug roared again, spittle and a bit of bone flying out into the darkness. Slowly his rage calmed, the ogre unsure of where he was or what had transpired. His fists were bloodied from the beatings he gave to the surrounding quillboar. Kug shrugged, "Dey lerned not to mess wid Kug! Stooped pig-peeple." Collecting his weapons, Kug trekked onwards to his next destination in a world of wide wonder.
Do you have what it takes to join the Fighting Blues?
Do you have what it takes to defend your homeland?
Will you stand up in defense of the innocent? The weak?
Will you stand up in defense of Justice and the Law?
Do you have what it takes to defend your homeland?
Will you stand up in defense of the innocent? The weak?
Will you stand up in defense of Justice and the Law?