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== '''About''' ==  
 
== '''About''' ==  
 
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'''Fighter Name:''' Dundee / Dun'dyy
 
'''Fighter Name:''' Dundee / Dun'dyy
  
'''Realm:''' Village Under The Falls
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'''Realm:''' Ebonhold
  
 
'''Current Local:''' Highlands of Chaos / Black Tundra / Southern Idaho
 
'''Current Local:''' Highlands of Chaos / Black Tundra / Southern Idaho
  
'''Unit:''' [[Horde]] Awakened Chaos Wars 21, Year of Destruction
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'''Unit:''' [[Horde]] - [[Awakening|Awakened]] at [[Chaos Wars 21]], [[Year of Destruction]]
  
'''House:''' House Hellion
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'''House:''' House Hellion, House Valkyrie
  
'''Fighting Styles:''' Sword and board
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'''Fighting Styles:''' [[Sword and board]]
  
'''Part of the Sport Since:''' July, 2014
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'''Part of the Sport Since:''' July [[2014]]
  
'''Fighting Since:''' July, 2015
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'''Fighting Since:''' July [[2015]]
  
'''Race:''' Hobgoblyn
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'''Race:''' [[Hobgoblyn]]
  
 
'''Previous Race:''' [[Gnoll]]
 
'''Previous Race:''' [[Gnoll]]
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Will shame you if you poke her on facebook
 
Will shame you if you poke her on facebook
 
("Something everyone should do"-[[Slippery]])
 
("Something everyone should do"-[[Slippery]])
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("What Slips said" -[[Vorago]])
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'''Completed Trials'''
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Prana'kai of Awakening (2017, Year of Destruction, Chaos Wars 21)
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Prana'kai of Blood (With [[Falkus]])
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== '''Events Attended''' ==
 
== '''Events Attended''' ==
  
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Battle of Teutoberg Wald 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018
 
Battle of Teutoberg Wald 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018
  
Highlands of Chaos Opener 2016, 2017, 2018
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Highlands of Chaos Opener 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019
  
 
Battle of Anigawa 2016, 2017, 2018
 
Battle of Anigawa 2016, 2017, 2018
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Mannetherin 2016
 
Mannetherin 2016
  
Frozen Warriors 2016, 2017, 2018
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Frozen Warriors 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019
  
 
Western Wars 2016, 2018
 
Western Wars 2016, 2018
  
Battle for the Ring 2017, 2018
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Battle for the Ring 2017, 2018, 2019
  
 
Beltane 2017
 
Beltane 2017

Revision as of 17:28, 2 June 2019

Dundee the Hobben

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Contents

About


Fighter Name: Dundee / Dun'dyy

Realm: Ebonhold

Current Local: Highlands of Chaos / Black Tundra / Southern Idaho

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: Danielle

Quotes

"I'm right here."

Gnoll Lore

Night of Terror

The grass was still like warriors in salute before a battle. The small gnoll pup felt the warmth of the fire burning against her, It seemed as though the shadows danced against the flames. Her eyes wandered to her mother and father; they were chatting over the next hunt. As a clanless family of gnolls, it meant most of the time was spent hunting. The only other gnoll with them was Abel, Dundee’s sister, She had a habit of wandering off and tonight was no exception.

Dundee raised her head to the sound of crumpling grass, she started to push herself off the ground to see if Abel was trying to sneak up on her. As she rose, however, it was a pair of large clawed toes that greeted her. Her eyes crawled up the figure, to see a beast. This beast was hunched and only bared one sleeved arm. Dundee flattened herself to the ground. Her breathing was shallow as she watched the monster draw his weapon. This creature was one she had only heard of in hushed tones, but she knew exactly what is was by its grizzly features. It was a bugbear. The bugbear waved its large hand in the air and more dark figures enter Dundee’s view. Her heart started to race as they entered the camp. Her mother and father rose instantly ready to face the beasts, but Dundee knew, Dundee could see they were heavily outnumbered. After a moment’s hesitation, Dundee bolted, her feet flying beneath her. The gnoll’s ears swiveled behind her. Thump. Thump. Thump. She was being chased.

Panting heavily, the young pup ran, her eyes never leaving her path ahead. In her haste, however, she didn’t notice a crack that ripped through the earth below her. Her feet continued to fly through the air as she plummeted down into the crack. Her body slammed against the wall with great force before she hit the ground below. She quickly oriented herself and looked up the opening. A ghastly growl, almost roar, echoed through the crack. “Come here, come here!” The voice echoed and a hand shot down. It grasped and clenched, pulling and ripping at her fur. Dundee pressed herself tight against the ground, her eyes wide like the moon that glimmered over the grasslands on this night of terror. This continued for hours, until Dundee had moved herself just below the bugbear’s reach. Her heart was still racing, leaving her wide awake as the night went on.

Her eyelids were heavy as the daylight broke into her spot of safety. She clawed her way out and froze to see the beast’s face parallel to hers. He was sleeping and muttering, “Come here, come here… pup…” Dundee held her breath before sneaking pass. As soon as she felt safe to do so, she bolted back to her camp. The gnoll ran, only to see disaster in the distance. Her eyes could make out a savaged tent, a dead fire, and not a soul in sight. As she neared; it oozed, it dripped, and it pooled. Blood painted the camp, and the tufts of brown fur and flesh spoke hints that her parents did not win their fight. Her feet continued to carry her, she couldn’t stop herself, as she turned the corner. There it lay, the corpse, ripped and shredded. Her mother’s eyes blank and empty now, the life gone from her features. No other bodies, no signs of the rest of her family. She stepped back, her heart racing before she took a deep and shuttered breath. Dundee took what she could carry and left. Her feet left a trail of her mother’s blood as she headed South, hoping to find someone or anyone else.


A Star-Lit Path

To be written.


The Village

As the weight of her feet came down against the soft ground, the dirt caressed and dispersed. Her tired eyes perking up as she had finally reached the water. An exhausted sigh escaped her throat, before she knelt down. Cupping the water in her hands she sipped upon the cool and sweet liquid. Dundee, a spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos, had finally found her destination.

She had searched months for this place, it was a village. A village that stretched itself around and under the falls, it was almost illusive. Her search began when she stumbled upon a gathering. At this gathering of pinkies and monsters a like, she heard quiet mutters of the village. It was said no one lived there, no one sheltered there, no one even visited. This was what had originally intrigued the small gnoll to hunt this secretive place down. Her journey began with another of her kind, a maanhaar gnoll whose love for the fight equaled his love for the kill. The words that rolled off Nickel's tongue is what kept this smaller gnoll's will power high. However he did not finish this journey with her, instead he placed her with the knowledge she needed to find this village. As for him he returned to his own home, where he could do what he enjoyed most. Nickel would continue to strive for his own story and adventure again from that point on.

As she stood up, her muscles echoed complaints. The gentle green and brown gaze of this beast settled upon the waterfall. It's mist loomed over the surrounding area, like a threat that the raven brings before disaster. With her footsteps heavy she approached, shrills of excitement and nervousness ran down her spine. As she entered the mist, she was surprised, there was nothing. Nothing but an old broken down home and the structural old lines of a few other possible shacks. No creature but a fat mouse dare showed itself. Filled with anger and defeat, Dundee promised to herself, she would create the Village Under the Falls.

Her hair slipped into her face as she pressed against the wall of a shabby tent she set up. Her tail coiled around her like that of a cobra, she heaved a sigh to herself. The work placed upon this waterfall was all she could do until someone else arrived. She had created a few shacks and repaired weapons. Her hands were unclean and covered in cuts. The marks of anger and tension told their stories by the shapes they left on the wood pieces from her canines. The gnoll, whose fur was matted, whose war marks had faded, and whose eyes still were as bright as a full moon on a still lake, had to reach out for this place to be found.

Her feet once again dragging with her weight, had carried her to the next closest town. This is were she began her search to pull warriors, fighters, and villagers a like to this new village. One where she and others could feel sanctuary, from the harnesses of the world. Where a monster can come back to peace after a week of hunts and a pinkie could build a home without the fear of local monsters tearing it to pieces. A place where she nurtured those once like her into warriors.

This is what Dundee, the spotted gnoll of the Highlands of Chaos and Creator of the Village Under the Falls had worked to accomplish. What she strives for and continues to work for.

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 her small clawed hands. A soft snorted escaped her, nothing in this book made sense, but with some patience it became clear that this book was of the language they spoke. She perked her 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 her to speak in this language she didn't understand. The words made a soft gnollish cackle escape her before she recomposed herself.

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

Where she kept this bone safe in her 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 her thoughts for a fortnight now. However she still pushed it to the side as best she could.

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

As her 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, she sees-

"Dundee!" Like thunder on a calm night booming voices echoed over the ground. Dundee stopped her 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 her 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. She narrowed her eyes and focused on them, did she 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 her 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 her mind raced, the voice was familiar but the helmet wouldn't allow her to see the attacker's face. The gnoll shook her head, no time to worry of such matters.

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

The feeling of armor suddenly against her back and locked in place by a tensed arm, startled her. One of the hobs had snuck pass the crowd. Cold metal sliced through her collar and warm blood trickled from her 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 her 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 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. She was dressed in gray garb, and random streaks of gold ran across her 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 her head respectfully.

“Dun’dyy.”

Other Information

Dundee can often be found around Abel her best friend and realm mate

During Chaos Wars XX when she was previously a gnoll she 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 herself following random Belegrim

She really likes war braids

Her personal symbol is a scorpion

Will shame you if you poke her 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

Mannetherin 2016

Frozen Warriors 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019

Western Wars 2016, 2018

Battle for the Ring 2017, 2018, 2019

Beltane 2017

War of Wrath 2017

War of the Gate 2017

Oktfest 2018

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