Dundee

About

Fighter Name: Dundee / Dun'dyy

Pronouns: He/Him

Realm: Nomad

Current Local: The Savage Midwest, Blood Valley

Unit: Horde - Awakened at Chaos Wars 21, Year of Destruction

House: House Hellion, House Valkyrie

Fighting Styles: Sword and board

Part of the Sport Since: July 2014

Fighting Since: July 2015

Race: Hobgoblyn

Previous Race: Gnoll

Real Name: Donner

Quotes

"I'm right here."

Hobgoblyn

Minerals: Aust Boulder Opal, Amber, Bruneau Jasper, Blue Quartz, Obsidian, Blue Zircon, Graphite

Elements: Carbo, Lead, Germanium, Gold, Aluminum, Tungsten, Indium

Kussts: Double Drummer Cicada (Topha Saccata)

Ghoor-Shu: Rhinoceros Beetle (Archon Centaurus)

First Kabhal: Dire Scorpion

Attratus: Bearded Vulture

Hobgoblyn Lore

D'thoum

The spotted gnoll followed the Hobgoblyns in curiosity. They spoke in such foreign tongue and one carried a strange leather bound book, it was almost off setting. However the freshly rained on forestry made for a peaceful and surreal setting.

The Hobs sat themselves down and spoke amongst each other. Reks, the one who had been carrying the book, handed it to Dundee. Curiously, the gnoll flipped through the pages with his small clawed hands. A soft snorted escaped his, nothing in this book made sense, but with some patience it became clear that this book was of the language they spoke. He perked his ears and smile triumphantly before turning to the two.

Gekko, the Hobgoblyn whom Reks had been speaking to, fell quiet and Reks turned to the small gnoll. Respectfully she listened to what he had to say. He spoke of bonds, a connection between him and seven other races. Where they fight for him and he fights for them. Her nose twitched and she nodded in understanding. By this point rain had overcome the forest again but the place the Hobs picked remained sheltered. Rek looked carefully at the gnoll and pulled out a bone wrapped in a warbraid with symbols on it.

Bone. Hip bone? Thigh bone? Arm bone? Juicy bone.

Dundee blinked and focused away from the bone. The Hob then told him to speak in this language he didn't understand. The words made a soft gnollish cackle escape her before he recomposed herself.

Once all that needed to be said was over the gnoll headed back to his home, far from the forests and into the desert tundra.

Where he kept this bone safe in his home.

— Many moons later.

The gnoll's hazel eyes gazed over the gathering monsters and pinkies. A sense of dread filled her but it wasn't from a fear of speaking. A whisper had been extremely quietly gnawing at his thoughts for a fortnight now. However he still pushed it to the side as best he could.

With a deep inhale he spoke, "Monsters and Food, welcome." A hush fell over the group as he started to tell his tale. A tale of a curious pup following the brightest star.

As his tale went on this star proved to be a brightly glowing scorpion which guided the pup's path. As the gnoll pup got closer to it, it bolts into a crack in the canyon wall. So the pup makes effort to climb the wall and reach the top. As the snoot of the pup reaches the top, he sees-

"Dundee!" Like thunder on a calm night booming voices echoed over the ground. Dundee stopped his story, and three figures shifted in the shadows. The gnoll stepped back.

A hat troll in the front of the crowd urged the story to continue.

Stuttering the gnoll spoke but his eyes on the figures, "snoot of pup reached the top-"

"Dundee!" The voices boomed again.

Now two Hobgoblyns and an ogre seeped from the shadows, all head to toe in armor and each towered over the gnoll.

It was a hunting party.

As they stepped through the gasping crowd towards Dundee. He narrowed his eyes and focused on them, did he recognize them? In a flash a hat flew in at the three. Goblin Khadine Shy, rose from his seat to fight, and this broke Dundee from his thoughts.

In this moment as the ogre, Valentine, stepped closer. A pinkie from the crowd rose but before his legs could even fully straighten another Hobgoblyn who was also in the crowd barreled him over.

As Shy turner to one of the hobs, Dundee could hear a flurry of unknown words escape the Hobgoblyn in a threatening manner. Once again his mind raced, the voice was familiar but the helmet wouldn't allow his to see the attacker's face. The gnoll shook his head, no time to worry of such matters.

He started to reel back, the gnoll was completely unarmed and caught off guard. This wasn't his time to fight.

The feeling of armor suddenly against her back and locked in place by a tensed arm, startled him. One of the hobs had snuck pass the crowd. Cold metal sliced through his collar and warm blood trickled from his neck before everything faded.

—

Reks clutched his throat tightly, in pain. He could have sworn the Goblin managed to get a slice in at his throat. As his hand pressed against his throat it became more apparent, there was no wound. He slipped into the shadows and knelt down from the immense pain. His blue eyes darted over the ground as his mind raced over the situation. “Dundee,” He spoke softly as he realized his bond had perished. One of the seven he was suppose to protect he helped aid in his death.

—

A fortnight later the pain had eased, in fact he was feeling great. It’s like his body had new life, energized. He gently inhaled as he picked up his staff and pulled himself up from where he sat. The Hob made his way through the sunlit area and gazed out to some of the monsters gathered around a dead fire. His eyes focused curiously on a small blue colored monster who seemed to be quietly listening. He was dressed in gray garb, and random streaks of gold ran across his skin. It seemed to be a Hobgoblyn. As he approached and greeted a few of those who were chatting up a storm, he greeted the young hobgoblyn. “Kabhal Terka’d,” he spoke at her.

“Kabhal Terka’d,” the Hob replied back to Rek.

Rek paused a moment, the Hob had the same hazel eyes that Dundee had been adorned with. “Ah’Dah’Rek,” he introduced himself.

The hobgoblyn smiled a little and nodded his head respectfully.

“Dun’dyy.”

Other Information

Dundee can often be found around Abel his best friend and old school mate
During Chaos Wars XX (when he was previously a gnoll) he 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 himself following random Belegrim
He likes war braids
His personal symbol is a scorpion
Will shame you if you poke him on facebook

("Something everyone should do"-Slippery)
("What Slips said" -Vorago)

Completed Trials

Prana'kai of Awakening (2017, Year of Destruction, Chaos Wars 21)

Prana'kai of Blood (With Falkus)

Events Attended

Chaos Wars 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018
Battle of Teutoberg Wald 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018
Highlands of Chaos Opener 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019
Battle of Anigawa 2016, 2017, 2018
Thaw Brawl 2016, 2017, 2018
War of the Forbidding 2016, 2017, 2018
Manetherin 2016
Frozen Warriors 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019
Western Wars 2016, 2018
Battle for the Ring 2017, 2018, 2019, 2022
Beltane 2017
War of Wrath 2017
War of the Gate 2017
Armageddon 2019
Oktfest 2018, 2019, 2022
Equinox 2022