User:Gorznahk
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There once was a goblin from Kregus
who got himself piked in the sieges
"If I don't get yez back
Then me name's not Gorznahk!"
He screamed as he chopped at their kneeses
Character Profile
Name: Gorznahk Da Cleva
Race: Goblin (Brawler genetics)
Class: Warrior/Brawler
Physique: 4 feet, 2 inches. He's a giant by regular goblin standards, and built like an aggressive martial orangutan.
Combat Style: Goblin-style dirty in-fighting
Description
Gorznahk, at a little over four feet in height, is massive compared to others of his kind: the gift of some twist of genetics from his similarly bulky parents. His warty and scarred red skin is definitely that of a goblin's, but his steely grey eyes are not the yellow or red typical of goblinkind. It's a shame goblins don't record family trees - some ancestor had some unusual fun. Built like some kind of martial orangutan, his long arms are ropy with tendonous muscles and tough warty skin. His face is the envy of goblin wenches everywhere: a morass of outlandishly rough scarring made picturesque by the protruding island of his nose; his grey eyes malicious bog-pits of evil intent sunk within the swamp of his face.
He wears a suit of orcish spiked armour which has been retrofitted with goblin engineering ingenuity to make it fit. It also hides some unusual surprises which Gorznahk's tinkering brother installed at the shamans' request.
He prefers as his weapon a bastard sword with spiked pommel and crossguards. In addition, the rounded, spiked, and jagged-edged shield he carries is feared in Kregus as a weapon in its own right, having ripped out the throat of many a goblin who had fallen out of favour with the shamans.
He's a goblin on a mission, and nothing but death will stop him.
Biography
---A brief summary from a goblin in the know ---
Gorznahk waz a cleva git, deadset - got hi'self a big sword and spiky metal coat and all after knifing sum orc. 'E killed lotsa creeps wot had pissed off da shamanz. Shamanz loved Gorznahk. Good killer.
Then the Head Human Creeps took over Kregus, and Gorznahk got hi'self spitted by sum steel-coated human creep. The shamanz said "Not on our our watch, ya thin-boned bastids." They juiced up some major juju, blood mojo, deep dark hell chanty-stuff. They put this mojo on Gorznahk, brung 'im back from da edja corpsing, said 'You da Goblin Mojo-masher. Get killing dem creeps!'. Mojo did summat to 'im. He could smell juju so gud he'd be sneezin'. Mean hard gobbo, Gorznahk. He's da shamanz weapon again, and bleedin' sharp too.
Life Before the Invasion
When Gorznahk first dropped to the ground at birth, he greeted existence by kicking his brother and clubbing his sister with a clod of dirt.
Seven years later he hadn't changed much. Bigger, tougher, and bones hardening in the way of goblin-kind, Gorznahk had been brawling and scrapping with anything that moved: mainly his family. His mother, once the bruises got to knee-height, promptly clubbed him into a dazed state and chucked him out into Kregus. Hello world. At least he got off better than his old man, who she'd poisoned and eaten one particularly hard winter. That's what happens to Goblins what don't pay attention. His brother got kicked out a year later.
Thirteen years on, and Gorznahk was doing what street goblins do: fighting for bigger weapons and glorious scars. He got himself a bigger sword than his brother, and they fell out. Again. Gorznahk headbutted his brother into unconsciousness, a process which took half an hour, and he was pretty damn foggy himself by that stage. Because he liked him, in that peculiar fashion goblins have, he only cut off an arm. It made a fine dinner.
Gorznahk and his brother were always a bit bigger than the other goblins around them, just like their parents had been, and so they managed to survive into their thirties. Gorznahk was still fighting, and won his fame when an Orc mercenary, accompanying some smugglers, picked a fight with 'that runty goblin wiv a spiky sword wot I like'. At the expense of numerous cuts and holes in his flesh, Gorznahk hacked off the Orc's arm, leapt up onto his spiked armour, and jammed his lengthy thumbs deep into the Orc's eye-sockets until his fingernails punctured eyeballs and scraped around painfully inside the skull. It was a good day: he liked the armour, so kept it. Even the orc was appetising in a tough and stringy kind of way.
His brother, a goblin tinkerer with a self-made prosthetic, decided at that point to cease hostilities, and helped Gorznahk blackmail/threaten a blacksmith to resize the armour to fit a goblin. Gorznahk's reputation was made. He was hired by a coterie of shamans to be their muscle - a role typically consisting of bodyguard duties and a whole bunch of murdering. Life was good for Gorznahk.
The Invasion
As Kregus fell to the humans' advances, a group of shamans decided to try and bring back the animus of their favoured pawn, a skilled warrior called Gorznahk, who'd managed to get himself well and truly spitted on a pike. Luckily for Gorznahk, he wasn't actually dead. In the dark of night, they sent their yellow-eyed servants to retrieve the dying goblin, abducting also a sailor who had gotten himself drunk on celebratory rum while shirking his ship duties.
Over the years of finding scraps of knowledge and bartering for more from the orcs and ogres, the goblin shamans had managed to accumulate a fragmentary knowledge of the arcane which they thought promising for the purpose. Spilling the blood of the sailor over Gorznahk, they began their invocations, combining elements of several dark magics largely at random. Entirely unrelated to their magics, Gorznahk recovered from sheer toughness alone. But his reputation was made.
Unfortunately, the magics were not entirely ineffective: amongst the bogus hocus pocus his shamans cast over him was a curse - devised by a wizard, made bitter over a sorcerous love-triangle, who caused his rival to sneeze when mana was being gathered to cast spells. While the wizard got his love many centuries ago, all Gorznahk got was a bad case of the sneezes whenever people start casting magic near him.
Present Day
Now Gorznahk is on the warpath, determined to expel the humans and restore Kregus to Goblin rule, even if it costs him his life.
Of course, he'd much rather survive the effort and live to enjoy the rewards of victory, but he is no fool, and knows the path he treads is laid with many obstacles and a great risk of death. And so he spends his time killing, or planning to kill, the ugly smooth-skinned, fragile-boned bastards who are invading the Goblin territory of Kregus.
Still, for the ever-bloodthirsty Gorznahk, there is no lifestyle better than this.
[See the RP Arc 'Capture of Kregus' for more information on Gorznahk's day-to-day life]
OOC and Miscellaneous
RP Logs:
Gorznahk lights the fire of rebellion
Gorznahk starts to organise his people
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