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| − | Falkus of Eriador | + | [[Category:People]][[Image:Falkus.jpg|thumb|250px|Falkus is judging you. (Okfest 2017)]] |
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| − | Race: Human
| + | '''Name:''' Falkus <br> |
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| − | Realms: Tir Asleen
| + | '''Race:''' Undead [[Lizardmen]]<br> |
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| − | Unit: None
| + | '''Realm:''' [[Tir Asleen]]<br> |
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| − | Other Affiliations:
| + | '''Unit:''' [[Horde]] - [[Awakening|Awakened]] at [[Armageddon XVI]] in the [[Year of Destruction]]<br> |
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| − | Events Attended
| + | '''Weapons of Choice:''' Short Spear, Spear, glaive, anything that goes stabby stabby, Sword And Board, Florentine, Being a giant dumpsterfire |
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| − | Prelude 2014
| + | '''Lore:''' To be written by Dundee. |
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| − | Oktoberfest 2014
| + | I walked into town like a nerd, and set everything on fire, like the dumpster fire I am. |
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| − | Eriador Halloween 2014
| + | 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... |
| − | Weapons of choice: Short Spear, Bow, Sword and Board
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| − | Lore: Falkus 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 long and happy 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 new moon of spring, following several days warmed by a spring wind filled with the birds that had taken to the air, and the smell of rains that promised to bring a prosperous planting. As these signs of spring filled the land, the townsman of the City by the Bluffs eagerly awaited the ships, merchants and traders to sell all that they had crafted through the winter. The days were filled with calm, and the nights were filled with the sounds of merry making and cheer. It was a happy time. 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. It seldom mattered why though, because to conceal their 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) broke through the gates the enter the store rooms, a the town drunk, heading back from his long night of merrymaking cried out in alarm. He was quickly cut down, but his warning stirred the Guards, and the alarm was raised. The guards rushed from their bunker, and soon after the menfolk of the town lept out of their beds to help defend their wives and property. Falkus's father soon came to join the party of fighters, the small group still standing and fighting among the wounded and dying. They readied themselves to continue the fight, bolstered by new members, but as they moved to cut down the remains of the thieves, the world exploded in fire, and death rained down upon all those outside of their beds. Barrels of gunpowder had been taken from the Amory, and then 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.When Falkus woke, he found that the world he had come to love no more. As he had slept, enveloped by his pain, the world had burned. His childhood had collapsed around him, still smoldering in the morning light. The town square was covered in the bodies of the dead, staining the ground red with spilled blood. The docks were gone, all that as left was the charred skeleton of the boat house. The birds had fallen silent, and the spring breeze only carried the smell of smoke and death.
| + | 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 |
| | + | *[[Oktoberfest 2014]] |
| | + | *Eriador Halloween 2014 |
| | + | *Prelude 2015 |
| | + | *[[Oktoberfest 2015]] |
| | + | *Eriador Halloween 2015 |
| | + | *Wreck the Halls 2016 |
| | + | *[[Spring Wars 2016]] |
| | + | *[[Melcaorme 2016]] |
| | + | *Prelude 2016 |
| | + | *[[Oktoberfest 2016]] |
| | + | *Eriador Halloween 2016 |
| | + | *Wreck the Halls 2017 |
| | + | *Spring Wars 2017 |
| | + | *[[Melcaorme 2017]] |
| | + | *[[Armageddon XVI]] |
| | + | *[[Prelude]] 2017 |
| | + | *[[Oktoberfest 2017]] |
| | + | *[[Wreck The Halls 2018]] |
| | + | *[[Wolfpack Opener]] 2018 |
| | + | *Spring Wars 2018 |
| | + | *[[Melcaorme 2018]] |
| | + | *Chaos Wars 2018 |
| | + | *[[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.
Events Attended
