Post by Maur on Jun 26, 2016 17:01:22 GMT
Name: Krollig the Tamer
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Ravager Goblin
Height: 1’9
Weight: 23 Pounds
Rank: As close to a citizen as an undercover agent can be (Primary Nathra agent in Etirath)
Appearance:
Krollig is not the most pleasant creature to look at, a long coarse pony tail drops from the back of his oval head to middle of his small back, leather armored, stained but sturdy, adorns most of his body, wrinkled and pale green hide is stretched taut over his stout frame, his circular red eyes rest above a nearly non-existent nose which sits atop a mouth that stretches nearly the whole length of his wide oval skull. Clawed feet and hands are at his command, but physically not much else is on his side, except for of course, his long ears and fairly capable hearing.
Combat:
Style: He does not necessarily have one, he tends to avoid combat more than he does engage in it, if you were shorter than two feet tall you would too. His combat style tends to revolve around having his agents eliminate certain threats when absolutely necessary, and running around like a maniac while trying to cut his opponent.
Abilities: Every Ravager’s strange vocal cords, which give them high raspy voices and the ability to screech at a level that would hurt most human ears in a completely non-inhibiting way. An unexplained affinity for beasts.
Weapon(s): Two knives, what would be considered meat cleavers to humans, and smaller throwing blades for hunting.
Gear: Leather armor, shoes, gloves, and a few explosives in a satchel.
Companion: A wolf white as snow, massive and fiercely loyal, seemingly unaffected by age, answers to the name of Coldpaw.
Background:
Born into a squalid slum of the lowliest Cavern, it seemed from the beginning that Krollig was doomed to fail, but the child was resourceful. When eligible, that being the age of seven for his kind, an equivalent of thirteen in human maturity, he enrolled in the Regulars. Physically he was at his prime, which would last him well into his early thirties.
Krollig excelled at the program, he probably got more from those two years than most of his peers would get in ten, as soon as he emerged from training a particularly nasty uprising occurred in his home Cavern, his unit was sent to put it down.
It was not a hard decision for the nine year old Ravager, he was an adult now and he would have to do what must be done, he had sworn to protect the stability of the Kingdom, and that he would do, at all costs. He lead the charge down the central tunnel, a fine blade raised high as he cleaved into unarmored opponents, some which he had at a time called neighbors and friends, those words mean less to Rectherronians than most, but they were far from meaningless. His brothers, all nine of them, were cut down in the engagement, two by him, it had to be done.
His prowess on the field and his ability to take charge in many situations was noticed by one he considered to be a regular soldier like him, in truth this Gob was a Nathra agent, and while they were establishing a barracks in the vicinity of the unrest that was nearly his entire home Cavern, Krolling was approached by the representative, and was selected for an opportunity to become a member. He fled the camp under cover of darkness and followed a map provided to him, he went through the Marshgate, and stepped foot on Overworld soil for the first time in his life, this was his chance to make a name for himself, and do something to help the Kingdom he swore loyalty to.
The next three years were Nathra training, and nothing could prepare him for that. He barely escaped death on many occasions, he swam with Voddens, he fought Bog Kings, he survived an encounter with Gregglin, although they still failed to capture the beast. He earned the moniker of 'The Tamer' from his various encounters with fauna of the Swamp, and his uncanny abilities to either befriend them or escape with his life, he was trained to withstand torture, and trained to do it.
He was twelve by the time his official training was through, and by then he had been identified as an asset to the organization. Due to his friendly way with the beasts of the Swamp it was decided that he would not return below for espionage duty, but rather stay in the Overworld, and train the creatures they used on a regular basis. He did this for a few years, and stumbled across the most unusual thing, a wolf pup, pure white on the Swampy ground, he knew it would die if he did not take it in and raise it, and that if he hid, it would grow to be a powerful ally.
Ten years later his pet grew into a mount, and he had climbed the ranks to a respected position, it was then that he got an assignment, they were upgrading from simple agents to an actual intelligence network in Etirath, what they had then paled in comparison to what he would build. It was a six month journey to Etirath when navigating the Swamp and the short legs were accounted for, the trip was largely uneventful, he and a party of twenty agents were well equipped to handle any situation along the road quite easily. Once they had erected a bare bones structure for the new nexus of information, more would be sent to reinforce the presence of the Nathra, but this would take a lot more time and preparation than what had already been done.
The only mounts or pack animals that accompanied them were Krollig's wolf and two Curathons for hauling supplies, once the journey was finished the Curathon carried nothing, and were set loose into the Etirathian woods, it would have been difficult to cross any manner of border with large beasts at their side.
They traveled for a long time, always under cover of darkness. Until they met with one of the thirty agents stationed within Etirath that had been operating before his arrival, Fark was his name. They established a headquarters in a small wood on the outskirts of the Rural district, and all but one of Krollig's twenty men were sent to notify the current agents of the new authority, and then to meld into the landscape, observe, and report.
The only agents that Krollig has at his immediate disposal are Fark and Naln, anyone else would have to be gotten from the field to perform an assignment, in the meantime they perform the underlying directive of all Nathra in Etirath, identify infrastructure, scope out possible sites for future outposts, camps, and colonies. And as always, protect the secrets of the Nathra, no matter what harm may befall them if they do.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Ravager Goblin
Height: 1’9
Weight: 23 Pounds
Rank: As close to a citizen as an undercover agent can be (Primary Nathra agent in Etirath)
Appearance:
Krollig is not the most pleasant creature to look at, a long coarse pony tail drops from the back of his oval head to middle of his small back, leather armored, stained but sturdy, adorns most of his body, wrinkled and pale green hide is stretched taut over his stout frame, his circular red eyes rest above a nearly non-existent nose which sits atop a mouth that stretches nearly the whole length of his wide oval skull. Clawed feet and hands are at his command, but physically not much else is on his side, except for of course, his long ears and fairly capable hearing.
Combat:
Style: He does not necessarily have one, he tends to avoid combat more than he does engage in it, if you were shorter than two feet tall you would too. His combat style tends to revolve around having his agents eliminate certain threats when absolutely necessary, and running around like a maniac while trying to cut his opponent.
Abilities: Every Ravager’s strange vocal cords, which give them high raspy voices and the ability to screech at a level that would hurt most human ears in a completely non-inhibiting way. An unexplained affinity for beasts.
Weapon(s): Two knives, what would be considered meat cleavers to humans, and smaller throwing blades for hunting.
Gear: Leather armor, shoes, gloves, and a few explosives in a satchel.
Companion: A wolf white as snow, massive and fiercely loyal, seemingly unaffected by age, answers to the name of Coldpaw.
Background:
Born into a squalid slum of the lowliest Cavern, it seemed from the beginning that Krollig was doomed to fail, but the child was resourceful. When eligible, that being the age of seven for his kind, an equivalent of thirteen in human maturity, he enrolled in the Regulars. Physically he was at his prime, which would last him well into his early thirties.
Krollig excelled at the program, he probably got more from those two years than most of his peers would get in ten, as soon as he emerged from training a particularly nasty uprising occurred in his home Cavern, his unit was sent to put it down.
It was not a hard decision for the nine year old Ravager, he was an adult now and he would have to do what must be done, he had sworn to protect the stability of the Kingdom, and that he would do, at all costs. He lead the charge down the central tunnel, a fine blade raised high as he cleaved into unarmored opponents, some which he had at a time called neighbors and friends, those words mean less to Rectherronians than most, but they were far from meaningless. His brothers, all nine of them, were cut down in the engagement, two by him, it had to be done.
His prowess on the field and his ability to take charge in many situations was noticed by one he considered to be a regular soldier like him, in truth this Gob was a Nathra agent, and while they were establishing a barracks in the vicinity of the unrest that was nearly his entire home Cavern, Krolling was approached by the representative, and was selected for an opportunity to become a member. He fled the camp under cover of darkness and followed a map provided to him, he went through the Marshgate, and stepped foot on Overworld soil for the first time in his life, this was his chance to make a name for himself, and do something to help the Kingdom he swore loyalty to.
The next three years were Nathra training, and nothing could prepare him for that. He barely escaped death on many occasions, he swam with Voddens, he fought Bog Kings, he survived an encounter with Gregglin, although they still failed to capture the beast. He earned the moniker of 'The Tamer' from his various encounters with fauna of the Swamp, and his uncanny abilities to either befriend them or escape with his life, he was trained to withstand torture, and trained to do it.
He was twelve by the time his official training was through, and by then he had been identified as an asset to the organization. Due to his friendly way with the beasts of the Swamp it was decided that he would not return below for espionage duty, but rather stay in the Overworld, and train the creatures they used on a regular basis. He did this for a few years, and stumbled across the most unusual thing, a wolf pup, pure white on the Swampy ground, he knew it would die if he did not take it in and raise it, and that if he hid, it would grow to be a powerful ally.
Ten years later his pet grew into a mount, and he had climbed the ranks to a respected position, it was then that he got an assignment, they were upgrading from simple agents to an actual intelligence network in Etirath, what they had then paled in comparison to what he would build. It was a six month journey to Etirath when navigating the Swamp and the short legs were accounted for, the trip was largely uneventful, he and a party of twenty agents were well equipped to handle any situation along the road quite easily. Once they had erected a bare bones structure for the new nexus of information, more would be sent to reinforce the presence of the Nathra, but this would take a lot more time and preparation than what had already been done.
The only mounts or pack animals that accompanied them were Krollig's wolf and two Curathons for hauling supplies, once the journey was finished the Curathon carried nothing, and were set loose into the Etirathian woods, it would have been difficult to cross any manner of border with large beasts at their side.
They traveled for a long time, always under cover of darkness. Until they met with one of the thirty agents stationed within Etirath that had been operating before his arrival, Fark was his name. They established a headquarters in a small wood on the outskirts of the Rural district, and all but one of Krollig's twenty men were sent to notify the current agents of the new authority, and then to meld into the landscape, observe, and report.
The only agents that Krollig has at his immediate disposal are Fark and Naln, anyone else would have to be gotten from the field to perform an assignment, in the meantime they perform the underlying directive of all Nathra in Etirath, identify infrastructure, scope out possible sites for future outposts, camps, and colonies. And as always, protect the secrets of the Nathra, no matter what harm may befall them if they do.