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Falkus of Eriador
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[[Category:People]][[Image:Falkus.jpg|thumb|250px|Falkus is judging you. (Okfest 2017)]]
  
Race: Human
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'''Name:''' Falkus <br>
  
Realms: Tir Asleen
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'''Race:''' Undead [[Lizardmen]]<br>
  
Unit: None
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'''Realm:''' [[Tir Asleen]]<br>
  
Other Affiliations:
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'''Unit:''' [[Horde]] - [[Awakening|Awakened]] at [[Armageddon XVI]] in the [[Year of Destruction]]<br>
  
   
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'''Weapons of Choice:''' Short Spear, Spear, glaive, anything that goes stabby stabby, Sword And Board, Florentine, Being a giant dumpsterfire
Favorite Weapon: Sword and Board, Florentine
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Lore: Falkus of Eriador is fighter of strong determination, if not skill. He was born in a small village along the bluffs of a mighty river. He spent his youth hiking, playing with the other young of his village, and swimming in the cool waters of his home. This went on for his childhood.  His town, while not large, had active, profitable docks lining its edge, and merchants stopped often on their travels. The town grew as the years went by, and peace and happiness seemed to hang over his home like a mist. Yet the same thing that brought them so much, became the undoing of Falkus and his home. It was the first moon of spring, following several true days of spring. The birds had taken to the air, rains promised to bring beautiful and the townsman looked for ships to sell all that they had stored through the winter. One night, in the darkness they had come. The darkness covered their movements, and history does not say what they were truly after. The store rooms of the City by the River saw treasure seldom seen outside the sight of kings and queens, the vast mountains of the Dwarves  or from beneath the bellies of the oldest, most prosperous of dragons.
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'''Lore:''' To be written by Dundee.
It seldom mattered, because to conceal there attentions, they killed all they came across in the night, leaving a trail of bodies before the first guards stirred at their posts. When the the beasts (for man or monster, that is all they deserved to be called) destroyed the locks the enter the store rooms, alarms flooded the night, and guards and menfolk alike lept out of their beds to defend their wives and property. Falkus's father came to join the party of fighters, a small group of those that had not been killed in their sleep. They readied themselves to fight, but as they moved towards the figures the world exploded in fire, and death rained down upon all those outside of their beds.Barrels of gunpowder left to stop the defenders were left, ignited to cover the beasts escape. Falkus had rushed to defend his town was in the doorway of his small home when the blast rocked him back, causing him to fall to the ground, darkness enveloping his mind.
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I walked into town like a nerd, and set everything on fire, like the dumpster fire I am.
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But it's not my fault. Because I didn't choose to be a terrible dumpster fire. I just happened to light a spark, and it snowballed from there.
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To be continued...
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Dundee fucking stole this. The god damn monster.  
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He is my favorite monster.  
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'''Events Attended'''
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*Prelude 2014
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*[[Oktoberfest 2014]]
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*Eriador Halloween 2014
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*Prelude 2015
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*[[Oktoberfest 2015]]
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*Eriador Halloween 2015
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*Wreck the Halls 2016
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*[[Spring Wars 2016]]
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*[[Melcaorme 2016]]
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*Prelude 2016
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*[[Oktoberfest 2016]]
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*Eriador Halloween 2016
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*Wreck the Halls 2017
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*Spring Wars 2017
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*[[Melcaorme 2017]]
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*[[Armageddon XVI]]
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*[[Prelude]] 2017
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*[[Oktoberfest 2017]]
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*[[Wreck The Halls 2018]]
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*[[Wolfpack Opener]] 2018
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*Spring Wars 2018
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*[[Melcaorme 2018]]
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*Chaos Wars 2018
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*[[Oktoberfest 2019]]

Latest revision as of 03:28, 15 October 2021

Falkus is judging you. (Okfest 2017)

Name: Falkus

Race: Undead Lizardmen

Realm: Tir Asleen

Unit: Horde - Awakened at Armageddon XVI in the Year of Destruction

Weapons of Choice: Short Spear, Spear, glaive, anything that goes stabby stabby, Sword And Board, Florentine, Being a giant dumpsterfire

Lore: To be written by Dundee.

I walked into town like a nerd, and set everything on fire, like the dumpster fire I am.

But it's not my fault. Because I didn't choose to be a terrible dumpster fire. I just happened to light a spark, and it snowballed from there.

To be continued...

Dundee fucking stole this. The god damn monster.

He is my favorite monster.


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