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Two and a half years after their fateful encounter in Osgiliath Demox still suffered the presence of the human bard, whom despite many protests still refused to shut up. They were heading south from Pelagir, they had herad there of a money making opportunity in Poros, a small town on the northern outskirts of the deserts of Nearharad. 5 miles north of the town the stop to make camp, the sun is still high in the sky but much still needed to be planned if everything was to go smoothly. After they finished they sat to eat lunch and rehearse the timeline, just as they had many times before, but if this was to work the timing had to be flawless and they would have no further contact after this point. After they finished they rose, Demox handed the bard enough gold for a days stay in an inn as well of some extra to restock Demox's depleting rations and said.  
 
Two and a half years after their fateful encounter in Osgiliath Demox still suffered the presence of the human bard, whom despite many protests still refused to shut up. They were heading south from Pelagir, they had herad there of a money making opportunity in Poros, a small town on the northern outskirts of the deserts of Nearharad. 5 miles north of the town the stop to make camp, the sun is still high in the sky but much still needed to be planned if everything was to go smoothly. After they finished they sat to eat lunch and rehearse the timeline, just as they had many times before, but if this was to work the timing had to be flawless and they would have no further contact after this point. After they finished they rose, Demox handed the bard enough gold for a days stay in an inn as well of some extra to restock Demox's depleting rations and said.  
  

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Fighting Information

Name: Demox

Realm: Shaolin

Fighting Since: Febuary 2008

Prefered Fighting Style: Sword and Board, Ball and Wall, Red, Archery

Race: Half Orc

Unit:Black Company

Rank:Petitioner

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Events Attended

2008 Wolfpack Opener, Spring Wars, Armageddon, Loderia Mini, Oktoberfest, Mux Mayhem,

2009 Wolfpack Opener, Spring Wars, Armageddon, Ragnarok XXIV, Oktoberfest,

2010 Olympics, Ragnorok XXV, Oktoberfest

2011 Mux Mayhem,Olympics, Ragnorok XXVI, Oktoberfest

Mundane Information

Name: Keaton C. Schoenecker

Age: 22

D.O.B.: April 22, 1989

Current City:Aurora, IL

Hometown: Boulder Hill, IL


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Personal History

Born Keaton C. Schoenecker in Hinsdale Illinois Demox moved with his parents to Boulder Hill in Montgomery Illinois when he was very little. Demox has been fighting since February of 2008 when he was brought into this sport. It has been a fun ride, and coming up on one full year of fighting it is only going to get better.

Wow, its been over 3 years fighting now. After finding a family within the Black Company, Demox looks back and can see how far he has come, and yet he has so much farther to go and so much yet to learn



Character History

-Informal Introductions-

Demox was drinking in a local tavern. While enjoying his fine mead a sound caught his ear, it was a most annoying sound, almost drove Demox to stab his own ear . He soon realized that this was no sound, it was a voice. He scans the room and finds the voices owner, a man sat at the bar holding a small guitar, he was obviously a bard telling some boring story. Demox shrugged off the voice annoying tho it may be, it was early in the night after all, perhaps more mead must be drank to drown out the annoying mans voice. As he drank tho Demox did not grow used to the mans voice instead he become even more annoyed. Less now due to the womanly pitch but now for the fact that it never stopped. The man refused to stop telling his story, and it dragged on like this for several hours. Until finally Demox slammed his fist out and called from across the room.

“Skai! Sharku moves lips too much, dey should stay closed now!”

The entire tavern was silent, Demox is smaller than his pure bred cousins however comparative to the human realm Demox is a large intimidating creature. The man at the bar rose, he began staring at the half-orc, still sitting in his chair, against most normal judgment instead of becoming silent as most sane, rational men would do when barked at by a descendant of the orcs, the man barked back.

“Imagine that, a filthy crossbreed that needs manners.....and a shower!”

Demox rose quickly with the mans retort, and began to walk towards the man. Whilst saying,

“Sharku be fool, Demox send to de burzum. Filthy pushdug”

“I'm not the one who hasn't taken a bath in a few days. Filthy? I hardly think so.”

“Pinky stink,pinky stink of fear agh weakness, Foolish be pinky dat think he better dan orc.”

At this time Demox had crossed the room, he was standing directly in front of the annoying man, all others had cleared an area around him fearing Demox's size. Bard then says,

“I don’t need to worry about orcs, all I see is some stumbling crossbreed, too weak to be an orc, too stupid to be a human.”

That was all Demox needed to hear, he cocked back a fist and struck the man in the forehead just above the bridge of the nose. The entire tavern went silent, mostly because nobody could believe the annoying man was STILL talking. Whilst clenching his head and bent over a stool in pain the man was still saying,

“Here we go with the manners issue again....did your mom teach you anything? I guess you need a lesson”

With that the man grabbed the stool and swung it, connecting with Demox's temple and knocking the half-orc back a few steps. The man was on him, throwing punches that all kept landing until Demox became aggravated and grasped the man by the throat, lifting him off his feet and throwing him back against a wall. He started to stand to Demox's amazement, this was more of an chore than he had originally hoped for and was becoming bored with this game. As Demox began advancing the man rose and it seemed as tho the scuffle would continue, until the guard burst through the doors, 2 men easily subdued the man while it took close to 4 men to hold Demox down long enough for a 5th to shackle his wrists and ankles. They were both pulled to their feet and dragged out of the tavern and thrown into prison wagon. For awhile they both sat in silence, neither wished really to speak with the other. Until finally the man whispered,

“I’ve got a plan to get out”

“Silence pink one, Me no want hear you voice”

“Demox likes to eat, yes? Well Demox can get a good meal with a full pig if he shuts his damn mouth and lets the big people do the talking.”

“HAR, You no big, you be small pinkheart”

“Small pinkheart still has large brains, think you can kick in that door?”

“Aye”

With that bard pulled a lock pick from his boot, apparently this man was full of tricks after all, he silently removed his shackles so as not to alert the guard and then began working on Demox's. Once he was finished the man said,

“Ok now take care of the door, and remember brute, tuck and roll.”

Demox kicks in the door and they both jump out, before the guard can have a chance to react or attempt to stop the wagon the two tear off down a back alley. They dipped in and out of back streets and alleys until they reached the market where the man grabbed 2 cloaks, threw one over Demox and then over himself and with hoods up the two simply melded into the crowd. After they became clear of the danger the two stopped,

“Well that was exhilarating, I'm Azgarehta. They call me Bard”

-Best Laid Plans-

Two and a half years after their fateful encounter in Osgiliath Demox still suffered the presence of the human bard, whom despite many protests still refused to shut up. They were heading south from Pelagir, they had herad there of a money making opportunity in Poros, a small town on the northern outskirts of the deserts of Nearharad. 5 miles north of the town the stop to make camp, the sun is still high in the sky but much still needed to be planned if everything was to go smoothly. After they finished they sat to eat lunch and rehearse the timeline, just as they had many times before, but if this was to work the timing had to be flawless and they would have no further contact after this point. After they finished they rose, Demox handed the bard enough gold for a days stay in an inn as well of some extra to restock Demox's depleting rations and said.

“Remember, no contact until the job is done and dont arive until tomorrow.”

“Dont worry Brute, we've dont this before remember?”

“Just dont screw it up.”

And Demox began the walk to Poros alone. As he walked he rehearsed his role in his head over and over, his job was simple, he just had to hope the bard could talk the townspeople into their little scam. Demox let out a small chuckle, what was he thinking? That man could convince the people of Rohan to kill all their horses if he felt it was in his interest. A mile from the town Demox made his way around to the east side of town and made camp a mile from the edge of town. He did not have much, enough to have a makeshift camp, a few days rations and what was on his back, this was all that was needed should the plan go as it is supposed to. When he finished it was time to shake the cage a little, he collected his bow and the rest of his weapons and was off. He snuck as close as he could to the east edge of town without being seen and saw what he had hoped for. Demox never understood it, he was never a stableboy, but their always seemed to be a cart that was full of loose straw. You'd think SOMEBODY would eventually recognize the fire hazard, no matter, it will serve his purpose and the people shall be educated. He prepped an arrow, some cloth, a little oil, good. He donned his helm, lit the arrow, took aim and loosed. Solid shot he thought as he saw the flames start to cackle.

“Time for the grand entrance.”

He began walking down the streets, throwing, and flipping anything that wasnt nailed to the floor. After passing the cart now completely engulfed and flipping another that was nearby he saw another familiar sight, men of the town taking up arms to oppose the monster. Usually only poorly trained farmers in dissarray possesed the courage to pick up a weapon of opportunity to protect their homes. He thought back to a story the bard had told long ago of ordinary men, rising to extraordinary circumstances. The thought gave Demox goosebumps, as he lifted one of the men and threw him through the window of the nearest building. After dealing with the last of the militants Demox grabbed one of them and carried him to the square and dropped him at the steps of the magistrates office. An old man walked out, clutching a staff as he walked to the top of the steps and asked,

“We are a farming village! What is it that you expect us to do?”

Demox responded with one word that seemed to ring out and echo throughout the whole town.

“BURN!” “I will continue to return until I have raized this village to the ground”

With that Demox turned and left in the same direction he had come, collecting his equipment from his hiding spot and headed back to his makeshift camp. The groundwork is set, now lets just hope the annoying one can keep up his end.

The following day more of the same. Demox put on a big show in the attempt to further instill fear into the hearts of every man, woman, and child of the town. This time however, Demox gazed into the local tavern to see his companion sitting at the bar watching the chaos outside unfold. A smile crossed Demox's lips from beneath his mask, so far everything was happening just as it should. He finished his little show sure that the bard was already selling his pitch to “eradicate the orc menace that plagues this town” and headed back to camp. Tomorrow would be an interesting day for sure.

The following morning Demox rose with first light, gathered his things and went to a pre-designated spot a few miles south of the town. He hid most of his gear there next to some that Az had left there. Their escape was set, a quick change of gear and he was off, he doubled back as to enter the town from the same direction as previously. He again made his way to the square, this time however he experienced no resistance, save Azghareta, standing in the center of the square, holding a spear of glistening white.

“You shall bother these good people no longer. So says the Azghareta Azgabel, Orc Slayer of the Cair Andros plain!”

Demox laughed a long hearty laugh. “The pink one believes he can challenge a child of the orc, foolish man, you truly shall die a fools death.”

For the first time, Demox drew his sword as the man before him readied his spear. Thrust, parry, tie up. The wrestled and tusseled about putting on a grand performance just as they had many times before. Demox would swing and Az would duck just in the nick of time. Az would thrust and Demox would parry and dodge and close distance. A few times Demox would throw a quick jab to the kidneys just to remind the man not to get too cocky should they have to fight for real one day. Demox rolls out to get away and Az swings with all his might and connects, slashing Demox across the back from shoulder to hip. Demox takes a step turns and falls. Staring at the sky, nearly lifeless. The man had bested him.

Azghareta planted his spear and threw his arms up in celebration. The magistrate stepped forward behind him. Az cocked his head slightly,

“Its done, you owe me payment”

“Ill give you everything you deserve.” was what the magistrate muttered as he stepped forward.

Demox with his eyes closed heard the familiar sound of a dagger being drawn and the magistrate closing on Az from behind. It did not take much to realize that the bard was being double crossed. The magistrate planned to kill him now that his back was turned to avoid payment. Very little thought crossed Demox's mind, his leg twitched, his boot connected with the magistrates leg just below the knee causing him to lose his dagger and stumble toward Az. Azghareta whirled and drew his own dagger and burried it into the magistrates gullet. Demox rose, revealing the steel plate worn beneath the tattered tunic he wore. For a second all was silent as the magistrate fell to the ground dead. The townsfolk looked on in disbelief of what they were seeing. And then the realization started setting in that they had been conned. Azghareta shouted,

“Get Horses!”

as he ran of and Demox picked up his weapon and the spear and began fending off the now enraged town. He could not fight off the whole town, not forever anyway, tho he would not have to, the annoying one rode up with a second horse in tow,

“Always late to the party I see pink one?”

“Fashionably late, cant seem to eager now can we, you coming or are you enjoying the company of your new friends?”

Demox turned and threw himself atop the steed and tossed the man his spear as they rode south. With what seemed like the entire town of Poros in pursuit.

Contact Info

Email: schoene07@gmail.com; demoxofblackcompany@gmail.com

Skype:demoxbelbugbear

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