Description
Before you looms an intimidating figure with an unnaturally long and
protruding bovine facial structure, its bulbous snout and cow-like nose
absurdly deviant from the features of most humanoids you have ever gazed
upon. This creature, likely a male by human standards due to his broad and
well muscled chest, carries himself with a straight, rigid-backed pride, from
steel shod hooves, a wide, practice battle stance, to the very horns standing
erect atop his bovine head. Despite the slipshod and incongruent armors that
adorn his youthful form, he appears to have worn himself against the roads.
He carries a plethora of weapons sheathed upon his waist and back, many of
them dulled from use. Fittingly, his random armors further reflect
substantial travel and use. As you look more closely, you are able to
discern that this minotaur's heavy brow and enlarged skull is a soft
off-white, sporadically flecked with spatters of brown, so dark as to appear
as bloody stains upon his visage. Two large and penetrating orbs peer at you
from beneath his heavily hooded forehead, appearing both observant and
concerned. Upon closer inspection of the bizarre figure before you, are also
to determine that this mature bull is...
Role
Youth
Added Tue Sep 30 23:23:22 2008 at level 10:
A heavy, salt-laden mist permeates the air, spraying rampantly from thick,
unrelenting waves crashing with thunderous force upon the unyielding rock
walls at the base of mountainous cliffs. Far above the Western Aryth,
perched perilously upon a protruding ledge sits a young Minotaur, his gaze
staring distractedly into the dark, cloud fettered distant horizon. Locked
in the past, he is oblivious to the cacophony of opposing forces locked in
eternal combat far below. An iron shod hoof scrapes absently at the rocky
outcropping, hands clenched and unclenched into massive balled fists that
continue to curl and uncurl with the regularity of breathing, or a slowly
beating heart.
Deep reflections within the mind of this creature begin to paint a
vivid picture, colorful images of crowded city markets emerging from the
deep, nearly opaque shadows of memory. Sights and sounds slowly coalesce
into the daily routine of a typical Seantryn Modan market, stalls and tents
placed in a generally haphazard yet somehow seemingly organized fashion about
the central fountain. In this memory, it does not take long to observe the
visceral theme that vaults from the congested surroundings. Amidst the
busybodies attempting to glean an easy fortune emerges from the crowd a
company of men-at-arms, heavily armored and dragging with them the salient
form of the condemned.This desperate fugitive digs in with heel, tooth and
claw, grinding, scraping and screaming with defiance, using every inch of his
body and iota of his being to circumscribe an inevitable fate.
The young Minotaur quietly observes the proceedings, admiring the
confidence and readily evident competence and power exuded by the men-at-arms
as they drag their prey towards the vacant gallows. He greedily eyes the
foot soldiers wares, envying their very stations and assets, even as he
clasps hands together in anticipation of the forthcoming spectacle. The
accused continues to battle valiantly, both physically as he tries in vain to
forcefully turn his captors away from his fate, and verbally as a litany of
pathetic excuses and rationalizations escape with the high-pitched wail of
the damned. Yet he continues to lose ground in the face of his stone-faced
captors.
Despite the fearless and gallant proclamations of the condemned, unyielding
in his futile claims of innocence, the peacekeepers, in their complete lawful
authority and resplendent in their shining armors, carry him to the platform
to exact the finality of justice. Jealousy of such force and power nearly
overwhelms the bovine observer, an indescribable desire to draw his blade and
illuminate his own power, blessed by the wicked and unholy, in the face of
those who might try to subjugate him in a similar fashion.
The urge to become involved quickly passes as the young observer
recognizes the value inherent to the position the law-keepers have provided
for themselves.Certainly there exists little hope, outside of the dominion
of the Imperial hordes, to garner such power as these Blood Tribunals have
displayed. They have demonstrated their strength, drawn his envy, and piqued
the greed for wealthy garb and financial gain inherent in all beings. More
than this, however, they have set forth a course of action, a lead for this
young minotaur to follow. Thro
Reaching for Power
Added Wed Oct 8 20:47:26 2008 at level 39:
Despite the late hour, an oppressively hot, dust-laden wind blows
haphazardly through myriad openings of a Hamsah MuTazz marketplace, growing
exponentially as tendrils disseminate among each small opening like miniature
tornadoes. Each freshly promulgated eddy kicks up additional whirling
dervishes of sand and grit from the smoothly worn city streets.A low,
steady moan of protest echoes throughout the bustling city, the eerie,
uncanny accompaniment a steady protest incessantly threatening to unleash the
true furies of nature upon the unwelcome obstruction the city epitomizes.
A mature, giant-sized minotaur rests nonchalantly against the wooden
beam of a nearby stall, seemingly oblivious to the mercantile dealings
transpiring around him: whispered, shouted, argued and agreed upon. Large,
heavily hooded eyes discretely but consistently survey his surroundings, a
large, gauntleted hand persistently fingers the haft of the battle axe slung
across his hip.His true intentions, despite the relaxed posture, are
further belied by the two armored guards who continually glance in his
direction, fear and awe etched upon their faces.
The minotaur emits a bovine snort, his nostrils flaring in disgust as
his youthful sentinels give themselves away with their anxious glances and
unsettled mutterings. Distracted by his own sentries, the minotaur misses
the fleeting shadow skirting the edge of his vision, coming to attention only
in time to surmise the events that would inevitably unfold in the next few
seconds. As the shadowy form coalesces, emerging from hiding with a
blood-curdling scream and drawn dagger, it launches itself upon an
unsuspecting wizard attempting to barter for wares in a nearby stall.
Too late to intercede on behalf of the sorcerer, the minotaur barks
nearly unintelligible orders to his guards, who immediately back away and
begin circling in from opposite directions upon the assailant. The minotaur
moves in, greedily eyeing the perpetrators wares even as his brandishes his
axe, raising it over his head to deliver a quick, decisive blow. Vagrants
and vultures alike scramble to the fresh corpses like flies to fresh carrion,
squabbling amongst themselves even as the minotaurs axe begins to fall upon
them, as well. A sinister grin has pulled back bovine lips, revealing plated
teeth fixed in a grin of pure enjoyment and satisfaction.
As his guards move in to handle the fallout, the minotaur fastens his
axe to his belt, all the while observing his surroundings. With another
indignant snort, a malicious grin still etched upon his bovine face, he
observes the wary gazes of the commoners bearing witness to the vicious
brutality of the law. The murmurs and whispers, incoherent and muddled from
a distance still reveal the impact of the events that have just unfolded.
Slowly, the gathered crowd begins to disperse, their eyes darting
frequently in his direction as they back away, clearly to unnerved to try to
make eye contact. He returns to his wooden post, resuming his nonchalant
lean and fixing his expression to one of boredom, once more. Even so, he is
barely able to suppress the cackle building within him as he notes the very
wide space now afforded to him. He is feared.
PK Wins
Oct 12, 2008|Lv 41|The Dragon Sea|Rybion vs 4: Korrock (0%), Iccurik (30%), Drodu (10%), Mjraljin (58%, KB)
Oct 13, 2008|Lv 43|Galadon|Ferveran vs 3: Iccurik (60%,KB), Korrock (11%), Tlingit (28%)
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 47|The Drogran Hills|Julaed vs 2: Mueghlu (94%,KB), Korrock (5%)
Oct 20, 2008|Lv 51|Balator|Ruhktanshi vs 3: Tlingit (61%,KB), Korrock (9%), Baglan (28%)
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Ruhktanshi vs 2: Korrock (16%,KB), Shalsad (83%)
Oct 22, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Charunycain vs 3: Korrock (36%), Shalsad (13%), Tlingit (50%, KB)
Oct 27, 2008|Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Gahtho vs 4: Mjraljin (25%), Drodu (11%, KB), Nuthath (0%), Korrock (63%)
Oct 29, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Djabree vs 2: Shalsad (69%,KB), Korrock (30%)
Oct 29, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Djabree vs 4: Nuthath (8%), Goganop (19%), Shalsad (50%), Korrock (21%, KB)
Oct 30, 2008|Lv 51|The Arena|Alietrius vs 5: Korrock (28%), Zefta (0%), Ahtieli (45%), Daisukami (24%, KB), Xherves (0%)
Nov 2, 2008 |Lv 51|The Outlander Refuge|Harlidbiggle vs 2: Korrock (6%), Shalsad (93%, KB)
Nov 5, 2008 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Kretor vs 2: Korrock (84%,KB), Nuthath (15%)
Nov 9, 2008 |Lv 51|The Eastern Road|Gahtho vs 2: Korrock (88%,KB), Tlingit (11%)
Nov 9, 2008 |Lv 51|Graveyard|Moqith vs 2: Korrock (100%,KB), Zannon (0%)
Nov 9, 2008 |Lv 51|Galadon|Cassoughans vs 2: Korrock (27%), Morkam (72%, KB)
Nov 10, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Renkaide vs 1: Korrock (100%,KB)
Nov 18, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Harlidbiggle vs 2: Korrock (55%), Lesikinilt (44%, KB)
Nov 21, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Ilvakihj vs 2: Nererial (52%,KB), Korrock (47%)
PK Deaths
Oct 18, 2008|Lv 47|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Charunycain (100%,KB) *Disemboweled*
Oct 21, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|vs 1: Djabree (100%,KB)
Oct 23, 2008|Lv 51|Silverwood|vs 2: Aunkdunell (8%), Lierieng (91%, KB)
Oct 26, 2008|Lv 51|Lost Elven Vaults|Korrock committed suicide
Nov 27, 2008|Lv 51|Mansion of Twilight|vs 2: Lierieng (25%), Cyrn (74%, KB)