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Ovrul Griv

The Dwarven Inquisitor of a kingdom in the north he is a strong bastion of order and peace among its citizens. as royal enforcer he will bring order at any cost.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Holtroleplay

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Ovrul Griv
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High Lord of the Wolves, Royal Enforcer
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Theme Song: Anything Russian sounding

Name: Ovrul Griv

True Name:

Age: 72

Age Appearance: hes a dwarf

Gender: Male

Race/Main: Dwarf

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Sexual Orientation: Straight

Marital Status: widower

Birthplace:
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Religion(s)Beliefs: Gerana, Anhur. Believer in the tenets of order and law where ever he is.

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings: His beard is expertly groomed.

Height: 4ft 8"

Weight: 185Ibs. 83kg

Physical Condition: perfectly healthy

Eye Color: Blue

Alignment: Lawful neutral

Occupation (Main): Royal Enforcer, Guild Master

Education: Self taught, formally taught smithing.

Language(s): common, dwarven,

Current Residence: Castle Den, (where ever it is)

Family/Relatives: A son Named Dyron.

Enemies: Any enemies of his kingdom, and anyone who fks with him.

Disabilities: N/A, fakes a limp

Personality: Serious, stern, caring. A quiet and stern dwarf if one was to look at him he appears to always be thinking, he is a inventive man creating great works with his good friend Magnus.
He is loyal to the point of zealotry.

Fears: Failing his kingdom.

Psychological Condition: ?????





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So begins...

Ovrul Griv's Story

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Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Ovrul tossed to his side, grabbing his cane he stood up and looked around. Dusting off his beard he heard the cries once more. He craned his neck and grunted, he was stiff and sore.

"I hear ye I hear ye calm down." looks around "Where are ye?" snaps his fingers and from his cloak a spirit wolf manifests. "Go find who was yelling boy" the wolf nods and plods off.

He checks his gear *crossbow, quarrels, 'Where is this last I remember i was about to go to bed after giving the monthly inspection of the Grey Wolves rooms.' Where is my backpack, there it is*

With a click he readied Sundir his crossbow that had been with him from the beginning and held it as he walked with his cane ready for anything.

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Yvandír shifted awake, the world around him blurry at first before his vision quickly cleared up, stunned slightly by the headache, he'd bring himself to sit up and bring his hand up to rub a temple, wet, he'd retract his hand quickly, his finger tips layered with blood, with a silent sigh he'd begin reciting words he thankfully rarely spoke a green glow of positive energy forming around his hand before he placed the spell against his head, healing himself of the head wound.

Giving himself a few minutes; Yvandír would push himself up away from the stone wall he was slumped against and begin to brush himself down, the thick dust causing him to sneeze loudly, thus causing an echo in the roofless room. "Ahhh...bloody hells" the half elf murmured to himself, bringing up the simple cloth mask that he kept tied around his neck. looking to the floor again he'd kneel down and pick up his longbow; the runes etched into the 'darkwood', glowing a faint trailing azure blue, with a silent smirk he'd draw back the longbow and watch as he did so, an arrow would form in place ready to be fired "perfect".

his sensitive perceptive senses would pick up the distant yelling of two individuals, he pulled together his equipment, that seemed to have been brought with him to this strange abandoned place, turn towards the darkened doorway out of the room and quickly cast another spell. with a smirk after casting the spell, the darkness would be less of a threat to him now, and so Yvandír set out from one of the dilapidated upper floor rooms to seek out the other voices he could hear in the floors below.

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Beowulf brought himself back up and to his feet after his unfortunate encounter with the skeleton, rubbing his back and grumbling to himself.

"Damn...urk..."

As he was getting his grasp back on reality, he saw a wolf walking into the room. It was a wolf...a wolf...there was a group named after wolves back in Wayland, he never associated with them but he knew of them. He decided to follow the wolf to whoever it would lead him to.

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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The wolf looked at Beowulf and due to its link with Ovruls senses he saw and recognized the man, "Beowulf the man who caused two fatalities in one of my construction sites" he thought.

The wolf turned its head at Beowulf then turned around and started walking to ovrul. It's tail wagged as it walked wisps of smoke flowing off of it with heavy step.

Ovrul walked with his cane toward his wolf and as he came over a rise of rubble he looked at Beowulf "hello warrior Beowulf how did you come to here?" As he said this he shouldered his crossbow."last I remember is a flash of light almost a teleportation spell or trap.

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Yvandír would be wandering the halls; silent in his movements listening out for the voices again. Soon coming towards a flight of stairs, Yvandír would step down lightly; the rotting oak boards creaking, some more than others, and soon after dreading few minutes he was down a floor and soon heard the voice of Ovrul in the distance.

he picked up his speed and soon came to a hole in the floor and roof below and above, a pile of rubble, or a small hill of it below, and at the bottom of the pile he saw Beowulf and just below and out of sight he could hear the voice of the dwarven inquisitor Ovrul.
"well. how're we holding up?"

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Rubbing the back of his head, Beowulf grumbled once he was asked how he came to be here. "Funny...I remember the same thing as you. Flash of white light, and now I feel I'm no longer being...controlled? I dunno. It's a weird feeling I'm getting right now." Hearing the other approach and now hearing the voice to be that of the huntsman Yvandír, he let out a small sigh of relief.

"I'm holding up fine, dunno about Ovrul here." He replied to the huntsman, then looking about. "Are we the only ones though? What of the rulers of Wayland...?"

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Character Portrait: Yvandír Vythari Character Portrait: Ovrul Griv Character Portrait: Beowulf

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Ovrul looks around and then turns to beowulf, "It is strange no doubt a plot of mismangu to separate us from our kingdom to overthrow us."

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"i wouldn't be so sure until we know the details for certain" Yvandír would drop himself from the floor above through the hole and walk down the side of the rubble pile standing next to Beowulf "now, how do you both think we should proceed?" Yvandír settled his bow back over his shoulder and out of the way, he then crossed his arms and awaited some kind of response from either one of the two.