Orc

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Orcs

Orcs

Orcs are a fantasy character that many members of Belegarth choose to portray on the battlefield.

Orcs are characterized by gruff, brutish behavior and relentless ferocity in battle. They're sort of the catch-all "evil" race.

Many Orcs are followers of Gruumsh.

Though there is some question as to the nature and origins of the orcish race; fallen and twisted elves, fungal spores from the depths of space, the blessed creations of Gruumsh, or even simply another humanoid deviation, there are some universal traits that all Orcs share that make them one of the most fun races to RP on the field. And let's face it, if you are playing a monster, you are in it at least as much for the RP(spelled: Antagonizing the Opposition) as the green paint and the awesome garb.

Orcs don't fight to win, they fight to fight. Number one on the Orcs mind is getting in the fight and squashing some pinkies. If the battle field tactics get too complex, Orcs get pissed off and charge the nearest group. They roll over groups of under trained rookies as happily as they crash through Roman shield walls. And die to one just as often as the other. If they win, it's only because they are THAT good.

Orcs are highly spiritual! That right, regardless of if it's Gruumsh, Mork and Gork, Sauron or one of your own making, Orcs really believe in the power of their gods. They sing about them, talk about them, preach them and scream to them in combat. They wear tokens to and from their gods and whenever they win, it's because their gods wished it and when they lose, it's because the gods are pissed off. They also believe in the power of symbolism. Tribal banners, runic writing, war paint and tattooing are all considered divine powers to the Orcs. The only orc in the tribe that gets as much respect as the Big Boss (Or Chief, or Warlord, what have you) is the Shaman, because he has a direct line to the gods!

Orcs like accessorizing. (Like, OMG!) Bits of bone, shiny doodads, whole skulls of their enemies, scalps, braids, hides, sashes and personal banners, Orcs decorate with whatever they can find. This is typically associated with their belief in divine symbols of power. These are their personal power symbols.

Orcs are racist buttholes. Yep, Orcs KNOW they are better than pinkies! This is the second most important thing to Orcs behind fighting. Showing and telling pinkies that they are puny and stupid and ugly is absolutely an Orcs favorite pastime. All pinkies are for is breeding, killing, eating and burning (In that order!) Other greenskins and monsters are considered lesser, but to varying degrees. Orcs look at Goblyns like younger siblings, and as such treat them with various degrees of taunting, bullying and snuggling. They consider the Hobgoblins and Ogers (two physically superior races) to be the closest in glory to the Orc, but will still look down on them whenever possible.

Orcs, not stupid. (But don't mind if you think they are) Though their command of the "common" tongue is typically weak, this is due more to a disdain for pinkies. (See: Orcs are racist) If looked at closely, one will find that Orc grasp of certain skills (Primarily related to War) are honed to the level of any of the "intelligent" races. Weapon and armor making, poisons, explosives, anatomy(for the sake of killing) and in the case of the physically weaker of the species, subterfuge and misinformation. Additionally, Orc shaman, witch doctors and augurs tend to show an unusual level of understanding of things that most pinkie races would not believe capable of such a brutish race. Typically this is only applied to their various incantations, prayers, and political and tribal gains.

Orc might is right. The leader is the strongest, meanest Orc in the tribe. He may be challenged at any time and that's ok with him, because he's an accommodating sort of guy.

Orcs are a multi-faceted race that extends beyond the brutish thugs that most people would label them as. Yes, they can be big, mean, brutish, loud, and warmongering tanks (and who wouldn't enjoy that?), but they can also be cunning, slick, devilish assassins or raving, maniacal, chanting augurs and witchdoctors. Ork proverbs

That pretty much covers the best parts of the Orc.

Lastly, here are some general tips for Orc-ing it up.

Orc colors: Ocher, Maroon, Brown, Black, Darkest greens. Mountain Orks are blue

Orc language: Guttural, expectorant (slobbery and spitty), harsh vowels and consonants. (Sh, Kha, Cho, etc) Additionally, some black speech for your perusal at the bottom. (I use bits of this, some made up crap and a little Klingon, works well.)

Orcish "common": Is a very simple, yet versatile tongue. Smarter races get confused easily, while the less intellegent races seem to pick it up rather quickly. To begin with, there are no separate pronouns for the first person. Me and I are the same word: Me. Next is posessive. Me is the posessive form of Me. You is the posessive of You. Simple, right? Pointing at something and saying "That is Mine" requires an extra word in a language that serves no extra purpose. Pointing at an axe and saying "That is me" Obviously doesn't mean that I think I'm an axe, so I must mean it is mine. So why have two words for it? Then comes Be. Am, Is, Will, Are, etc are all summed up in one word: Am. "Me am kill you" gets the point across just as well as "I am going to kill you", so why throw in extra words and different words that say the same thing?

A song to the tune of "Complete History of the Soviet Union, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris" by Pigwiththefaceofaboy written by Caleidah

To TA I came seeking tribute

But they're making me rule til I'm dead.

The pinkskins they have it so easy

The Sons won't sleep til Horde is dead

The monsters in Horde are all hungry

But think what a feast it would be

If we could create a Pinkie free state

Who hate people alongside me

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves

That are thrown down the slope from up above

They come down and I hurl them around

Til they splat on the ground like glob of mud

Sometimes it feels that to toss Dwarves is fine

And the points, they will be scored as they fall.

Then I see that I have misjudged it

I should not have shaved it afterall.

Can I have an old one please?

Why must these clean shaven dwarves tease?

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves

That we always will toss from up above

Come Orcs, we fight, let the Greenskins unite!

A collective regime of hate and blood.

I work so hard in arranging the Dwarves

But the Slayers and Bowmen bleed us dry.

Yes, the Orcish Clans rise, they will not compromise,

For we know that the Mountain Keeps must die.

Long live madness, kill them all

With their bones we build a great wall!

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves

That, as always, we toss from up above

The teef in your hand do not grow on the land

A collective regime of hate and blood.

I have free choice in arranging the Dwarves

Under Alachi's rule what I say goes.

The rule of my game is all Orcs are the same

A superior being with perfect throws.

Long live bloodshed, it loves you

Toss these Dwarves or you know what I'll do.

I am the Orc who arranges the Griks

That now capture the dwarves beneath the peaks.

They're weak and they're slow, but they go down below

Or we kill them and eat their fellow freaks.

I am the Orc who arranges the Ranks

That will make all the Pinkskins disappear.

The humans are dead, their land is stained red!

We will make all the living know their fear.

Bloodshed lives forever more.

We can start an unending war!

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves

That we forced to dig this highly secret base.

Hip hip hurrah for the Orcish rulah

He is conquering lands for one true race.

I work so hard in arranging the Dwarves

But each night I go home to my den in rage.

"What's de point of de war

Wen de pinkskins make moar?

Dey breed like drunk rabbits in a cage."

"Pointless war for pointless land,

Dis must stop fore it gets out of hand."

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves!

...but tomorrow, I think I'll toss instead.

The winter was brief, I've got plenty of teef,

And I'm standing in line to stack instead.

Maybe we'd be better off,

If we killed the Dwarf holds off!

I am the Orc who arranges the Dwarves

That are now lying dead inside their keeps.

The mountains are free, all these teef are for me,

Tell me what do I care for war and blood.

The mountains are now free, all these teef are for me!

Tell me what do I care for war and blood.

War and Blood.

Waaar aaaand Blooooooood.

And now the keeps are down

The Orcs all frown

There's foreign Dwarves all over town.

But in the den, you'll see it then,

The war is brewing yet again.

The pinkies gave us shining steel

Their weakling kings will make to kneel

But now that Orcblood's in a boil

Who stands in our way?

So we reject non-mountain trade

And once again the keeps we'll raid

Prepare the horns to sound a peal

Cause we will make this new war real

We shall regain the Mountain soil

We shall obtain the pinkskin's toil

We shall obtain the Dwarves and toss

Forever and a Day

Hoooooooorde Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiin