Baz
Baz da Ork
Dey call me Baz. A Hearld of War for me great lord Kor!
This Ork stands roughly about seven feet tall, a towering mass of muscle, scars and metal. He wears a collection of heavy metal armor, designed around his huge muscular frame. The armor, sporting pyramid-like spikes at strategic locations to add a bit more danger to him even when unarmed, is purposefully dulled to a near black. About his right shoulder and hips other hook like spikes rest, designed to host trophies without slowing his movement too much. Across his chest plate is a series of small shiny stones arrayed to show reverence for Kor. Across his back is a great curved blade, it's surface covered in runes further proclaiming the greatness of Kor! Seen at spots through his layered armor are heavily muscled arms covered in tattoos to his God, War and one of a small dog. As well as nails and bone spurs rammed into his flesh. His two great tusks are capped with steel and glisten in the light, as does his drool. The occasionally worn helmet also covers his tusks and is designed to turn his face into a caricature of an Ork skull.
Two piggish black eyes stare outwards at the world with a deep well of wisdom and a very shallow pool of stupid. On his right hip is a heavy battleaxe, baring the war skull of Kor. As well as a heavy shield and club on his left. There is also a uniquely odd quiver near his lower back, cinched into belt it's rune covered length practically screaming a magical nature. His legs are covered in a mix of heavy plate, leather and mail. The pair of steel toed giant leather boots that adorn his feet also host a dagger in the left.
De bootiful picture dat gives de whole idea.
Baz'izz'mzz
- "Mebe I stay a few nights wit all dem poison ladies."
- "THWET BIT MAI TONGG"
- "Wot?!?"
- "Days, and Days of running from fights and eat'n elf turf. It scared me still. I live that fear all da time. No fight'n, no eating! Just moah and moah wood, rocks and leaves! Kor was laughing at me! When I prayed for me power he called me compost mouth and told me I was look'n slim and pale. Dat I should worship that gardening git."
- "IT DIED DIDN'T IT? WOT KINDA GOD NEEDS MORTALS TAE SAVE IT? DERE ALREADY TOO MANY GODS AS IS. YOU WANT ANOTHER BEHOLDEN TO MERE MEN FOR IT'S LIFE? IF WE'RE SAV'IN IT WHY NOT WE BE'IN THE GODS?"
- "Disgusied? As Wot? Mebe I wear pink and cut off a blonde horse's tail. Make meself up right pretty eh?"