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== '''Lore''' ==
 
== '''Lore''' ==
  
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'''A Bugbear Night'''
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'''Night of Terror'''
  
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The night was growing darker by the minute. The dancing stars in the sky seemed to dance above my eyes. I could feel the cold air ripple up my spine, it made me a bit uneasy. My mother and father were sleeping by the fire. It had been a long journey for us Gnolls, but we were use to it. This arid desert territory had been home to us, fiendish hyena beasts, for thirteen years. As my hazel eyes curiously searched the area for my sister, Abel, but my gaze locked onto an unfriendly looking figure instead.
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It was too dark to see what the figure was until it inched closer. I had never seen such a strange creature before but I knew what it was. It's unmistakable. Bulky, odd fur placement, and tusks that protrude from the lower jaw. It was a bugbear, I had heard much about these ugly creatures. One thing every gnoll knows about these vile creatures is that they hunt Gnolls for sport. As the looming figure rose and moved towards the fire, I froze. My muscles wouldn't budge, like a mosquito stuck in tree sap. I was terrified by the beast. I was a mere pup, and I had no chance against the bugbear. Suddenly more ominous figures started to appear, more bugbears. There wretched scent filled my nose and they started to close in on my parents. My father ran, he could see how hopeless this dire situation was. My mother on the other hand was quick to lunge, fighting tooth and nail. I bolted as fast as my little legs could manage. My hazel gaze moved towards camp for a short second, I couldn't see my mother, only bugbears. My feet bounded towards the tall grass. Heavy thunks could be heard behind me. How lovely it was to be followed. The closer those monstrous steps got to me the more my heart tried to break out of my chest, but one of those fleet heart beats froze. My feet no longer had ground beneath them, my hair drifted up above my head. Time was frozen to my eyes, then like someone hitting a fast forward button everything sped up. My feet were forced to take all my weight as I hit the ground. My thin body thunked against a wall. As my eyes rose I could tell I had fallen in a hole, the only way out was up. I pressed my hands as far up as they could go. A large hand shot down from the top of the hole, I instantly hit the ground. I could feel the fingers of the monster brushing barely against my standing hairs. I clenched my fists and held my breath. The bugbear hand retracted and he gazed into the hole I fell in. Guessing by the look on his flat face, he was not happy.
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'''A Star-Lit Path'''
  
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This is when the waiting game started. He would tap the ground and rumble impatiently. I would roll around impatiently. The bugbear would reach his hand down and try and grab me, every time he would miss by a few measly inches. Once I pulled up what courage I had and poked the hand before me. The hand felt grimy and crusted to me. At that point it was about morning, the dim light of the rising sun lit up the land. The sunrise felt cold still, but the more it rose the more I could enjoy the heat. After a while the bugbear yawned tiredly, he had been there all night trying to wait for me to come out. He decided it was in his best interest to find his buddies and catch me another day. Once I was sure he had left, I slinked my way out of the hole. I dusted some dirt off my nose before scanning the desert land. I hugged myself and growled. I couldn't head back to camp anymore. My best choice was to head West, away from this area and on my own.
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'''The Village'''
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As the weight of her feet came down against the soft ground, the dirt caressed and dispersed. Her tired eyes perking up as she had finally reached the water. An exhausted sigh escaped her throat, before she knelt down. Cupping the water in her hands she sipped upon the cool and sweet liquid. Dundee, a spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos, had finally found her destination.
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She had searched months for this place, it was a village. A village that stretched itself around and under the falls, it was almost illusive. Her search began when she stumbled upon a gathering. At this gathering of pinkies and monsters a like, she heard quiet mutters of the village. It was said no one lived there, no one sheltered there, no one even visited. This was what had originally intrigued the small gnoll to hunt this secretive place down. Her journey began with another of her kind, a maanhaar gnoll whose love for the fight equaled his love for the kill. The words that rolled off Nickel's tongue is what kept this smaller gnoll's will power high. However he did not finish this journey with her, instead he placed her with the knowledge she needed to find this village. As for him he returned to his own home, where he could do what he enjoyed most. Nickel would continue to strive for his own story and adventure again from that point on.
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As she stood up, her muscles echoed complaints. The gentle green and brown gaze of this beast settled upon the waterfall. It's mist loomed over the surrounding area, like a threat that the raven brings before disaster. With her footsteps heavy she approached, shrills of excitement and nervousness ran down her spine. As she entered the mist, she was surprised, there was nothing. Nothing but an old broken down home and the structural old lines of a few other possible shacks. No creature but a fat mouse dare showed itself. Filled with anger and defeat, Dundee promised to herself, she would create the Village Under the Falls.
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Her hair slipped into her face as she pressed against the wall of a shabby tent she set up. Her tail coiled around her like that of a cobra, she heaved a sigh to herself. The work placed upon this waterfall was all she could do until someone else arrived. She had created a few shacks and repaired weapons. Her hands were unclean and covered in cuts. The marks of anger and tension told their stories by the shapes they left on the wood pieces from her canines. The gnoll, whose fur was matted, whose war marks had faded, and whose eyes still were as bright as a full moon on a still lake, had to reach out for this place to be found.
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Her feet once again dragging with her weight, had carried her to the next closest town. This is were she began her search to pull warriors, fighters, and villagers a like to this new village. One where she and others could feel sanctuary, from the harnesses of the world. Where a monster can come back to peace after a week of hunts and a pinkie could build a home without the fear of local monsters tearing it to pieces. A place where she nurtured those once like her into warriors.
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This is what Dundee, the spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos and Creator of the Village Under the Falls had worked to accomplish. What she strives for and continues to work for.
  
 
== '''Other Information''' ==
 
== '''Other Information''' ==

Revision as of 06:00, 11 February 2017


Contents

About


Fighter Name: Dundee

Realm: Village Under The Falls

Current Local: Highlands of Chaos / Black Tundra / Southern Idaho

Unit: Horde (Feral)

Fighting Styles: Sword and board

Fighting Since: July, 2015

Race: Gnoll (Spotted)

Real Name: Danielle


Quotes

"I'm right here!" "I will shank you." (Often muttered in jokingly in frustration)


Lore

Night of Terror

To be written

A Star-Lit Path

To be written

The Village

As the weight of her feet came down against the soft ground, the dirt caressed and dispersed. Her tired eyes perking up as she had finally reached the water. An exhausted sigh escaped her throat, before she knelt down. Cupping the water in her hands she sipped upon the cool and sweet liquid. Dundee, a spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos, had finally found her destination.

She had searched months for this place, it was a village. A village that stretched itself around and under the falls, it was almost illusive. Her search began when she stumbled upon a gathering. At this gathering of pinkies and monsters a like, she heard quiet mutters of the village. It was said no one lived there, no one sheltered there, no one even visited. This was what had originally intrigued the small gnoll to hunt this secretive place down. Her journey began with another of her kind, a maanhaar gnoll whose love for the fight equaled his love for the kill. The words that rolled off Nickel's tongue is what kept this smaller gnoll's will power high. However he did not finish this journey with her, instead he placed her with the knowledge she needed to find this village. As for him he returned to his own home, where he could do what he enjoyed most. Nickel would continue to strive for his own story and adventure again from that point on.

As she stood up, her muscles echoed complaints. The gentle green and brown gaze of this beast settled upon the waterfall. It's mist loomed over the surrounding area, like a threat that the raven brings before disaster. With her footsteps heavy she approached, shrills of excitement and nervousness ran down her spine. As she entered the mist, she was surprised, there was nothing. Nothing but an old broken down home and the structural old lines of a few other possible shacks. No creature but a fat mouse dare showed itself. Filled with anger and defeat, Dundee promised to herself, she would create the Village Under the Falls.

Her hair slipped into her face as she pressed against the wall of a shabby tent she set up. Her tail coiled around her like that of a cobra, she heaved a sigh to herself. The work placed upon this waterfall was all she could do until someone else arrived. She had created a few shacks and repaired weapons. Her hands were unclean and covered in cuts. The marks of anger and tension told their stories by the shapes they left on the wood pieces from her canines. The gnoll, whose fur was matted, whose war marks had faded, and whose eyes still were as bright as a full moon on a still lake, had to reach out for this place to be found.

Her feet once again dragging with her weight, had carried her to the next closest town. This is were she began her search to pull warriors, fighters, and villagers a like to this new village. One where she and others could feel sanctuary, from the harnesses of the world. Where a monster can come back to peace after a week of hunts and a pinkie could build a home without the fear of local monsters tearing it to pieces. A place where she nurtured those once like her into warriors.

This is what Dundee, the spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos and Creator of the Village Under the Falls had worked to accomplish. What she strives for and continues to work for.

Other Information

You can find this gnoll chasing down squeakers like no other. She takes pride in her energetic nature and quick response time. (Unless you have over squeaked, then she will either hit the ground or actually make the effort to try and ignore your squeak)

Dundee can often be found around Abel her best friend and realm mate

This gnoll during Chaos Wars XX was named attack gnoll as joke. Then proceeded with Abel to tackle many innocent Belegrim on a squeaked command.

Dundee enjoys helping others and often finds herself following random Belegrim


Events Attended

Chaos Wars 2014, 2015, 2016

Battle of Teutoberg Wald 2015, 2016

Highlands of Chaos Opener 2016

Battle of Anigawa 2016

Thaw Brawl 2016

War of the Forbidding 2016

Battle for the Ring 2017

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