Description
[IN DISCRIPTION]
Name:Urknekt
Age: 87
Sex: male
Race: goblin
Class: Warrior
Physical Description: Urknekt is a big goblin, the thing is goblins in comparison are not really that big.
He has golden yellow eyes much akin to a cat which do send a shiver on people everynow and then, he is very hard to look upon since he is not fair or attractive by any stretch being bald as an egg, having a sickly grayish green skin tone with several marks of battle and dotted points, coupled with his uneven sharpened teeth small curved ears and his broken nose people like to see him behind armor.
He is however an effective killer, his arms are quick and strong and the tall ones so often love to take goblins for cute tempered pets, he is agile in his strides despite being weighted down by other elements like armor
[IN PERSONALITY]
A greedy and violent little rat, Urknekt loathes tall people and has grips with any of them considering themselves to be superior, he is of a solidarity nature towards the short races however saying that the short ones should stand together against the tall ones.
No opportunity is lost on Urknekt, he can loot a corpse as easily as a kid would pick an apple, resort to cannibalism as if it were candy, no action is too depraved, no idea too vile if there is an advantage to be made honor and righteousness are hollow words to him.
He is very creative as well, able to make devious plans in minutes and think of plots and counterplots when the situation calls for it, he is a good judge on character quickly recognizing the ones like himself who will do whatever it takes, he does love to make new inventions especially the ones that serve to bring the tall ones to the afterlife they do so often seek
[IN EQUIPMENT]
Beginning Armor: Nagruz infantry armor: a contraption of steel and gears, to the naked eye this comes across as a full armor of rusted steel of bad quality that must be at least 100 years old, they are partly right the armor is of that age
Nagruz was however the smith of the first goblin king Aknef who tempered the steel with the ores of the mines where the king made his seat, while indeed old the armor is just as good and flexible as it ever was
The chest, gauntlets and greaves are covered by firm plates designated to repel ranged fire more than anything and provide a solid punch having being edged to serve as a desperate close quarter weapon
The limbs are covered by chain mail and the helm is a wonder of goblin ingenuity, it can close shut like a clam and open itself completely to allow better sighting all on the command of the wearer by simply moving some gears
Beginning Weapon(s): The Mountain slasher: goblin design is simple and effective, other races put fanciful pommels, gravings, runes, handles, and several other attributes that don't really increase the killing power of the weapon.
The mountain slasher is simple, you forge a large wide blade, you make some holes to make your fingers fit in, you blunt the edge in the side where you are going to grab it and there you have it a true goblin mountain slasher the stample of the goblin armies, cheap and deadly you cant ask for more
Fighting Style Urknekt fights like he lives, exploiting any opportunity.
When faced with ranged fire he loves to cover behind a large shield and cover his short frame behind it and drive the archers mad as they cant land anything on the short goblin hiding behind the huge shield, if deprived of a shield a tall one will serve as cannon fodder just as well
In melee should he have the numbers against him and he does not have anything worth fighting over, fleeing is the best option while sneaking in places where only he could fit in or desperately trying to make the attackers lose attention on him
If the numbers are even however Urknekt will always be wary of the range of his foes, the tall ones can wield long swords, halberds and spears with their long arms and they can keep him at bay, however he can resort to throwing things at his foe to allow him to get closer, once in range he will aim for the ankles, feet, kneecap... anything to have them tall ones fall and once in the ground is when the butchery begins, if he is deprived of his blade for any reason his bladed armor will suffice or should that fail as well... as they say god would not have given goblins teeth if he did not intend them to use em
He however is more keen on ambushes, jumping on a tall one and latching on his back as he bites his neck and has them shuffling like mad horses is one of the several joys Urknekt can find in battle
Favored Weapon:Urknekt loves his mountain slasher, reminds him of the home he cant find his way back into.
But looting is one of his favored activities, he is strong for a goblin but his arms simply cant wield a tall one long melee weapon such as a bastard sword or a pike they are so damn heavy for him, he prefers weapons that dont weight him down and which he can throw at his enemies to then fall upon them
Other: his armor is more than what it seems, it can be adapted to new parts quite easily with the knowledge Urknekt has
[IN HISTORY]
To the far uncharted north, the goblins can be found in great abundance near the frost mountains of the roof of the world, nearby the orcs, goblins, elves and harpies fight bloody skirmishes amongst themselves often, it is said that when the gods fail to provide rain the mortals hastily rush to provide blood for the land.
Here a goblin chieftain Aknef rose up after studying for a long while a elvish keep that his father before him had claimed, in this keep he found books so very interesting, detailing about governing, metal working, the ranks of nobility, trade routes and nationalistic pride.
Aknef realized that the elves of the region did not fought each other, they had several kings over different lineages but they had agreed to avoid making war to each other while they had enemies at the gates, Aknef realized then that if there could be a goblin king to rally all the warring goblin breeds and clans under his banner the whole land would be his and the others would not be able to stand against them.
And so it began, cave goblins, snow goblins, hill goblins, mountain goblins every single known clan was given word and rallied to Aknef`s banner be it by conquest or diplomacy the king began to unify the goblins to his cause making them work into things like horsemanship, metal crafting, woodcarving, engineering and so many other areas that previously had been not explored by the goblins before.
Schools were erected in which the goblins had the elvish language taught to them, and the importance of books was made clear by the leader, education became the core value of Aknef`s kingdom, when the last goblin clan was exterminated due to their inability to accept him as their leader Aknef crowned himself high king of the goblins and began to give titles of nobility to his commanders and chieftains.
Soon there were goblin barons, earls, dukes, retainers, princes, archdukes, counts, viscounts and so many that they barely held any real meaning, but it was the fancy titles that made goblins grow proud and boosted their loyalty and conviction towards Aknef`s cause
Urknekt was one of these, specifically the count of the Inden hills, he was tasked with securing supplies to the south to fuel Aknef`s war effort against the harpies roosts which the goblins were now sieging, however he delved too much into the south with his host, some were lost to a strange sickness that they had never come in contact with before, several others were lost on the labyrinthine forests that constituted the Mellan Pass.
What little remained of his host was afterwards smashed by the forces of fera, were he for all intends lost his title of count having no more subjects under him to command and no lands to claim as his own.
Urknekt then found himself a stranger in a strange land, seeing things foreign to him like the snake tail people, the purple eyed elves, the walking salamanders, and the harpies without feathers or wings he however was happy to see what he mistook for strange breed of goblins in these lands.
He found descendants of what he believed were the ice goblins, with long beards and a stout arms, they had deviated heavily from what he assumed were the northern cousins that had evolved to be so muscular and hairy to stand the cold.
He also found what he mistook for the river goblins, small, lanky and quite cheerful... it seemed to him that the elves had apparently raped the ancient lineage of this noble goblins since they shared features with them like the pinkish skin and the fair hair.
Hearing rumors of war from a male human king that was intending to march against the elven queen, Urknekt was quick to enlist himself and recover his title in one shape or the other, or at the very least claim vengeance.
The king`s army found him to be a lowly and most probably mentally handicapped goblin, but his fervor to the cause could not be denied so they employed him in what they deemed was the best position they could find him, the scouting party and arrow fodder
Personality
Name: Amargas Romaneck
Age:24Race:Balt Weapon: 
Dragon Feller: a legendary weapon with a fresh tale behind it, Amargas father used this weapon to kill a dragon, while the effort was not his burden alone it was this spear that bore through the Drake´s cranium and finally spelled his death, a great legacy of its own Amargas values this object above all of her belongings and maybe even her life
It is a long spear, being of more height than Amargas she carries it at her back and needs the strength of both arms to use it, the tip of the spear was shaped after a wolf and its neck is adorned with feathers and fur from previous hunts, while one could think these to be of display only they cover the function of absorbing the blood and risking a wet grip on the spear which could lead to a very lethal slip.
She always carries it at her back, sleeps hugging it and talks to it more often than she does to other people... most grim of it all is that on the silence of night when people are dormant and the sun is far away, some say that they too... can hear the Feller´s whispers
First Fang: Using a spear is not always practical, one might be unable to swing amongst the trees or between walls or it might get stuck, only a fool trusts just one weapon, when the Feller is not available or practical the Fang comes into play.
Always tied to her hip for quick reach, Amargas is not as graceful or skilled with it as she is with her spear
Abilities: Wind Waker:The howling mountains would kill most men with its man-sweeping gusts, yet the Balts here have woven blessed tattoos that give them the protection and tolerance of the mountains, not only can they withstand the wind, they can manipulate it as well
This ability was a major player behind the demise of Driuma the dragon that was killed on the howling mountains, for without it the spears speed and strength would have never reached or pierced the flying monster.
While this origins from her body, a crafty wind waker can apply this energies to her weapons... a true master might even approach a state of near flight
Hunter´s eye: It is the belief of the howling mountaineers that if one strikes hard enough one will not have to strike twice, in a land where teh wind blinds your sight and the sunlight is dim and waning the mountaineers have come up with a tattoo that covers their eyes and gives them a sight that will not be impeded
History: Amargas history dates before her birth, the howling mountains had been a playground for the wicked dragon Driuma which gathered cultists and preyed on those who defied him, yet one particular chieftain rallied the others in a massive counter attack to put the drake down for good, unwilling to have his son, still in the womb, grow up to be either a thrall of the drake or a sacrifice to his excesses.
So then Karadros Romaneck led his tribesmen and high warriors to strike against the cultists in an effort to lure out Driuma, a successful one at that.
The dragon expected to pick off his opposition from the safety of his flight, his arrogance was part of his undoing indeed, unknown to him was the wind walker mastery of these Balts who jumped unnatural heights to cripple his wings and force a ground fight. Yet even in the ground the might of a dragon could not be quelled, with each swipe the strength of the assailants dwindled grimly, at last Driuma seeking to break the annoyance sought to kill the leader of the assault Karadros.
It was at this moment when Karadros was facing a monster that was charging through his ranks with ease that he grabbed Dragon Feller and used all of his wind mastery skill to send a decisive and lethal trust to Driuma.
The strike could have cracked a mountain in half, it certainly cracked Driuma´s skull yet the Dragon was successful in his intention to slay the great chieftain for no man could have survived the deadly charge.
3 months later Karadros favorite mate bore a disaster, instead of having the child Armragos Romaneck the spawn was a girl...without a son to carry on his legacy the Romaneck name while still respected lost its high chieftain position to the Barklas, yet the girl was still the daughter of the legendary Karadros the Drake Bane.
Making sure to raise her as the Drake Bane would have liked, her mother saw to it that Amargas became the proud and fierce warrior that the howling mountains required, when she came of age she contested the holy relic the Dragon Feller from the Barklas, none of the chieftain´s blood was able to best her on single combat and at the end of the grueling combats Dragon Feller, relic of the howling mountains and legacy of her father whom she only knew through legends was finally at her side.
The winds whispered of unrest and a massive effort to kill the tyrants that had plagued the humankind at the failings of the giants, now they had found the will to stand up to them, what would father do? Amargas asked herself...
The answer would be death to the dragons, death by the scores
Oddities: Bit looney: it is not weird for her to engage in chatter with inanimate objects, she insists that weapons should have names and that everything has a spirit however weak it might be, clear example of this is her spear, she will talk to it many times and her dagger is no exception either, even the arms of her companions might be part of her nonsensical arguments every now and then
Tattoos:
Hunter´s eye: a pair of tattoos that are to be found around her eyes
Skinwing: Tattos that cover her backhands, her feet, arms and legs
Windcoat: a massive tattoo that covers part of her lowneck, shoulder-blades and extends to her hips even
Relationships: Karadros Romaneck(father/desceased): The man she only knows from legend, all of her life she grew up listening to his daring exploits and she was worked all of her life to please and bring pride to his spirit and the name of her lineage
Asigra Koas (mother): Behind every great man lies a great woman, it is Asigra´s sound words that earned the attention of the other tribes that culminated on the death of Driuma, while she was just another of the several mates at first, her support and quick wit earned Karadros sole attention and commitment, it was his great wish to have a male child from her.
Amargas owes a lot to Asigra, had Karadros not been a legend they would have hunted and killed them both for the possible disruption in the balance of power, Asigra educated Amargas like her father would have wanted, if she has been successful at things is because behind a great daughter lies a great mother
Romaneck´s bastards:
A lot of half brothers and sisters that Amargas has never quire bonded with, some are strong and willful but none of them would have made father proud, not like she would, like she will
Alliance: Nineve: where there are dragons to be killed Amargas will be there
So begins...
The matter of choice was now... which mount was to carry the goblin count into battle, the stableman a snaketail that carried himself in a mannerism that Urknekt did not exactly felt too comfortable in, there was something not entirely right about him
Urknekt looked over the huge black warhorse, a stallion that weighted more than 3 of his kind combined, the beast towered over the short frame of Urknekt "As the goblin master can see, this is a mount fit for a king, o it has carried great men into peril... not so sure about having carried them out of it" Urknekt looked at the teeth of the horse "I dont suppose you have Ice ogres on your stables" The snaketail man took his pinky to his lips "I'm afraid that we do not know them by that name goblin master, what is wrong with this impressive specimen?" Urknekt looked at the beast and could not help to wonder if the Snaketail was making fun of him "Well to begin with a mount is something you must have quick access to, even to one of them tall ones the stallion would require an individual of an exceptional height to mount it with ease, my people would require some sort of... chair to get on top of it and in the mids of battle I can wager that would be dangerous, I might even be dead before I am able to grab him by the saddle"
The stablemaster shook the end of his tail, it was pierced with rings that clattered whenever he did that "Well my good goblin these are the ones most... conventional to the army but I assume the master and I know that sometimes just because a boot fits an elf doesn't mean we should use it" Urknekt could not help to chuckle at the joke "What are you getting at?" the viper smiled "There is a stock of much more unconventional creatures that the goblin master could find more to his liking, provided he was to take a look" Urknekt nodded in approval "Very well show me"
It was a good deal beyond the camp, the creatures housed there seemed to unnerve beasts and soldiers there and by the looks that the goblin was getting he understood the why all too well, 8 eyes like dark beads looked at him and the naga "What manner of creature is this?" Urknekt asked "Has anyone tamed these?" in the mountains of the north he knew of giant tarantulas that preyed on everything but ogres, they favored harpies as their meal for a reason "Not so much as tamed my good goblin master simply, teach them to carry weight with the promise of a feast afterward"
But who is it planning on feasting on?
"I'm not sold on that one I'm afraid keeping it fed would be an issue" the nagi nodded and they moved towards the next cage, like the other it had a piece of cloth covering it "well then how about this one?" before the cloth was fully removed Urknekt had to duck to avoid the dung that was thrown at him, it was a caged ape he could easily see the pros and cons that such beast would provide as a mount, a swiftness on hard terrains, a strength to carry him out and in but on a road he suspected his top speed would not be in par with a horse "How good is this one on the road" the nagi seethed of disappointment "It is a mount for special troops not for your common soldier my goblin master" Urknekt frowned and he said "I take it that the answer is no, this was a waste of time"
The nagi looked agitated by this and said "There is something else you could see, it is fit for your shot frame, it has sturdy legs to carry you fast and swiftly across the fields and it is not a predatory specimen, besides it has a magic trinket which makes it all the better" the goblin was intrigued now "very well show me"
Curled like a ball in its cage another insect awaited movement before showing itself off "What is that" the nagi placed in one of his fingers a dark green ring that he had been hiding in his pouch and said "This is a Berethill Centipede, found in the black islands were the lack of predators has made the insects there grow so large, it is a daunting place everything there just seems so disproportionate in comparison to what we find in our lands, if you think our spiders are big you should see the size of those creatures" he made some signal with the ring hand and the centipede began unraveling itself "Have you ever heard of the rings of power?"
"No" the goblin lied "Are they dangerous?" the stableman looked annoyed "They pose no danger, their crafting requires patience and magic and a defective ring of power could be the doom of its wielder, our magicians have become masters of this craft"
Wish I could say the same about those goblins that made ours
"I suppose one of those is related to this creature" The nagi nodded "Said creature has a name, you may call her Tropia and indeed this green ring allows me to talk directly to her understanding your Berethil Centipede is hte key to being a nightmare on the field, however one must be careful that the Centipede does not take over your mind instead"
The goblin drew his hand forward "let me try" the nagi looked at him with suspicioun "first we talk payment" Urknekt had been waiting for this, he drew a scroll and handed it to him "What does this..." the goblin cut him off "It means that I am under Captain Asch orders and I am to be supplied, expenses might be passed down to commander Strom"
*****
It was a real shame that the nagi did not housed Mamgons, now that would have been an imposing sight on the field, the goblin towering over buildings and trees alike, he would have an issue without a structure to ride the beast or the crew to man the firing positions and lead the behemoth forward, but it would look bloody intimidating.
Alas he had only seen them in the army once, they were more often than not more trouble than what they were worth, if you were lucky enough to have more than one at a time you had to watch out for the males not trying to fight each other either in camp or in the field for the Alpha position, the females were too elusive and not aggressive enough, and gods help you if you had a male and a female and they went in heat in the midst of battle.
Urknekt was content with his centipede Tropia, the need to place the ring had not surfaced as of yet but still he kept it at hand just in case, the riding position was something he would have to get used to, rather than sitting proud and tall like the tall ones did on their mares and stallions, Urknekt had to latch on the centipede's back like a monkey hangs on to a branch, he could sit at any given moment with his back pointing to the sky but that brought him out of balance and should the centipede have to rush few things stopped him from bending backwards and be as useless as nipples in a breastplate.
So he had to lean forward and tuck arms and legs to the centipede and take good care of his mounting chair, the nagi master had told him how troublesome it was to find a tamed giant centipede from the black islands, let alone a riding chair for the one he was riding one custom made with her attributes of length and weight in mind.
*****
He was entering the bronze claw now, late again but this time for a very different reason the first time he had been wenching as any goblin worth his mettle would, today he had been making bargains, he had sold the winged helm of the archer captain that he had slew, it had give him some good gold coins for his trouble.
Still the blacksmiths on this town were not up to the levels that Urknekt required, they had not yet been able to work the metal the same way the goblins of the north had, combining durability, resistance, light weight and the gears and cogs that increased the goblin's strength, hopefully somewhere else he would find that talent.
He entered and found the table were his group should be sitting, he recognized the old goblin, the female captain and the snakewoman.
“I don’t think we’ve all been properly introduced I am Masana Kelvaras. It is my honor to serve with all of you.” she was presenting herself "Aye hello there Masana, my name is Urknekt and gods know id like to get to know you better" he said with a perverse grin, the old goblin was making questions regarding mechanical things... maybe he could help Urknekt to keep his armor in shape "you should not bore the captain with dull things, cant you see that these tall ones got no love for destruction" he took a seat close to the goblin elder and the snakewoman, one by one he undid the locks on his helm and finally revealed his bald, gray face with his golden eyes "Lets talk about something interesting instead, but first!" he signaled the waiter boy and said "Bring us a good barrel cant you see these people are thirsty!"
If you had asked him before, Urknekt would have told you that he probably was not going to be very fond of this group of his with their stupid concepts of honor and duty and goddesses and crap like that, which, truth be told was devoid of any weight or meaning being just hollow words that a killer might use to paint himself a hero to its people.
If you asked him now, what he thought of the group, he would tell you that everyone but the goblin elder had their brains removed and replaced by horse`s excrement.
They were dull and talking about things of no real importance and as he could have bet his liver on, the elves proved to be unsocial freaks who stuck up behind and watched from affar, they reminded of cats, how he hated those creatures... they did however, manage to make a delicious stew when paired with honeyed orange.
He looked to the goblin elder but he seemed to be talking about capturing a griffon "Aye we should do that just to prove we can!" shouted Urknekt making his support to this endeavor clear
What in the bloody hell is a Griffon though?
He did not failed to notice that the nose less goblin was in deep talk with an icefolk with hair the color of wheat, mayhap it was not the right time to talk about necromancy with him at the moment, there was another individual who might offer insight but he was an orc and he just knew that no matter what they thought they knew it was useless to a goblin as himself.
That left him with the snakewoman, to hear her tell it she was some sort of priest,monk,wizard...thing and while he doubted she was an adept at communing with the dead, but since he knew well that the goblins were the risking type, thats why they had left their caves and managed to settle on mountains, rivers, hills and pretty much everywhere.
"Saaaaay" he said as he grabbed a seat near the snake woman "Kelvaras is it? do you by any chance know anything about... well i dont know how you southrons name it but" he realized something "you know what ill need a drink to talk of this stuff"
He lifted his arm and said "hey waitress two whiskeys here" the snakewoman replied "sorry I don't drink" Urknekt nodded and said "O I get it" he lifted his arm and said "hey waitress, two bottles of rum please" the priestess seemed struck by this and replied "Goblin I don't think you heard me, I DON'T drink" Urknekt nodded again and said "I know what you mean" he lifted his arm to signal the waitress again and say "Well have two cups of wine here" the nagi reflected something that Urknekt perceived as annoyance as she finally said "Goblin, Im not drinking any alcohol" Urknekt laughed "O why didn't you said that earlier" he signaled the waitress yet again and said "Hey well just be needing beers after all"
While the waitress indeed brought a bottle Urknekt never stopped to check if the nagi was drinking too, probably she wasn't thirsty but his head was dizzy by now "you know what woman, I think well pick this later I think if had enough for the day and plenty for the night as well, be seeing you later" Urknekt got up and mumbled "sweet dreams"
If he remembered it by next morning he would make a point to never drink so much without someone to undress him, it was difficult as hell to remove all the safety locks and to undo the cogs and remove the chains that composed his impressive infantry armor, putting a key in a keyhole proved to be a challenge to many when under the influence of alcohol and undoing such a complex system of armor was something that was well above and beyond the drunk goblin`s skills so he slept with some parts of his armor off and most of them still over him
He could not recall what exactly he had told the snaketail about the talk with the dead, had he used the name of necromancy to refer to the ability to speak with the dead, he could not tell you if he had gone into specific details or if it had been a really general talk but he wished she could do it, he wanted to talk to his son again, tell him how proud he was when he stormed that elven keep... and how his memory would be one of inspiration and valor when he died holding it, and how once Urknekt`s time walking on the land of the living was done they would finally make that trip to the Island of Aceplon.
He had other spawn, of some he did not knew even the mother`s name let alone the whelp but Lugush was special he was fast and cunning were the others were slow, he proved himself a leader amongst goblin kind and a formidable fighter, so formidable that they told Urknekt if he had sired the child with an ogre
Youre so ugly you might as well shack one
He smiled and his mind drifted away into the realm of dreams
