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| − | Fighting Name: Kord
| + | [[Image:21728246 10155280024878751 2203613557801756409 n.jpg|thumb|300px|right|Kord Drawn by [[Archive]] the Mad Monk]] |
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| | + | [[Image:Kord_and_Kazi.jpg|thumb|300px|right|[[Kazi]] and [[Kord]] scheming]] |
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| − | Race: Hobgoblin Reaper | + | '''Fighting Name:''' Dokta Warmaster Kordavin T. Goblynz WM. WD. LLC. <br> |
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| | + | '''Race:''' [[Night Goblyns|Night Goblyn]] <br> |
| | + | '''House:''' [[Red Squad]],[[Majin]] <br> |
| | + | '''Realm:''' [[Ancient Wharf]] <br> |
| | + | Forever of the Jagged West Coast - Blood Moon Bay<br> |
| | + | '''Fighting since:''' 2010<br> |
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| − | Fighting since: 2010
| + | '''[[Warmaster]]- Warmastered at Battle for the Ring 2017 by [[Hakan Shattered-Spear]]''' <br> |
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| − | Weapons of Choice: Spear, Archery ( S&B if needed)
| + | '''[[Witch Doctor-Goblyn|Witchdokter]]- Witchdoktad at Battle for the Ring 2017 by [[Salamander|Witchdokta Salamander]]''' <br> |
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| − | Units: Western Uruk-Hai
| + | ''Fucking Freud of the [[Science Alliance]]''<br> |
| | + | ''The Mane'' |
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| − | Current Realm: [[Raen Dun'Aear]] (Lieutenant Commander)
| + | Da Sands of Time come an go, find da stories and watch them fade away again. Da only constant is change. |
| − | Sub Realm "The Armored Penguins of Dun'Amar" ( founder)
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| − | Events Atended: BFTR IV, CW 16
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| − | Kord is the second in command of Raen Dun'Aear a small realm in northern califronia. He began fighting in the Dagorhir realm of Mallenorod two weeks after he turned 16, he fought there until Savage of the WUH started a realm in santa rosa. After Kord recruited a large amount of fighters to the realm he was promoted to the realms Lieutenant Commander. Now going to Dominican Univiersity in San Rafeal, Kord is working to create a sub Realm Dun'Amar.
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| − | Kord Was Born Mathius Cross a simple peasant, to a simple family. He had simply meals, and a simple life, he was not an evil man, nor was he holy, a true example of neutral. One fine evening, early in his 18th year, a band of bandits came through his village, murdering a pillaging. Kord having no combat training what so ever, ran, along with the majority of his village, he ran until he could run no more. mathius arrived at a small town, where he did what he had to in order to survive. Stealing, odd jobs, sins of all sorts, yet every night Kord would go and confess, and be absolved of his sins, each night saying he was doing what he had to, for survival. a few quite months went by of this life style, when the same band of bandits which had taken his home, returned to claim his new one. Burning the village, they left no survivers, as kord ran, he heard a whistle, and felt an arrow inbed itself in his heart. as his life passed through his eyes, Kord realized, it did not amount to much.
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| − | To Kords surpise, he awoke, in a dusky hall, a glowing door to his right, and a blood red, dark door to his left. Above him to shadowed figures argued. "He is fit for my services" Said the one on the left, "He has done nothing to desserve that" said the one on the right. Seeing that he had awaken, the figures bed down, one was made of pure white light, and the other, the other was a hooded figure, all he could see was its red eyes. You are at the gatway between Heaven and Hell, you do not belong in pergatory, you belong in both heaven, and hell. Beacuse of this you, Matthius, you have been chosen, you are to be the reaper for both heaven and hell, to bring balance to the world. No one shall escape death, even those holy and worthy of my gates. For once in his life Mathius had a purpose, As the angel in white announces " Arise mathous and be forever known as Kord, the rope that guides the soul to its eternal resting place, and reaps those unwilling".
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| − | Kord, awoke with a shock, had it all been a dream? He peered down, shocked by his green skin, and even more shocked still to see an arrow protruding from his chest. Snapping it off, and throwing on his cloak, He wondered off into the distance, on his never ending quest to, as he liked to call it recycle.
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Da Sands of Time come an go, find da stories and watch them fade away again. Da only constant is change.
