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Knifk steps forth to face his foe head on (from the front row), selecting the Paladin as his target. He smiled grimly, the two were opposites of a sort - both were of knightly origin, one holy, one shadowed, one human, one orc, one a follower of a Light God, the other a follower of the War God. It was almost like looking in a mirror. The thought amused him. Mumbling under his breath, he says "Seven years of bad luck better be worth it." He then raises his voice so his foe can hear. "I'm about to shatter you!"

Knifk buys a dwarf mask.

"I like your attitude. Me vote for main gate."

"Not Diplomacy, Intimidation. . There's a difference between trying to bluff or charm my way in and scaring the guards into letting I in, or roughing them up if the situation calls for it. There's also the possibility of just assassinating them and sneaking in so us are in before they notice the guards are dead."

"Knifk is sorry for his inexperience in common. Knifk is working on personal pronouns, but gets "me" and "I" confused." The broad-shouldered orc pauses for a moment, seeming to struggle with his tongue, then continues. "I would like to take the main gate, my intimidating appearance and personality should let me force my way in, and me is more than capable in a fight if necessary."

"Hello fellow orcs. Knifk is here to help you. Knifk has plenty of stamina, and his sword is sharp and his shield is strong." OOC: Stats look a-ok

Knifk takes a long swig of his ale, then looks about the hall. After Guts had left, it seemed a Quest full of Heroes still wet behind the ears had returned, and they were now engaging in the usual senseless banter, and his cowardly Quest mate Johon seemed to be encouraging the stupidity, having a jovial chat with a bloodsucker across the bar. Two magically inclined folks were sitting at a table, muttering to each other, apparently criticizing the pair of undead heroes in the hall. The muscular orc couldn't help but agree with them, a true warrior fights with sword and shield, not by draining a foe's life force in the dead of night. Taking another long swig, he finished his drink, then stood up and went downstairs into the lobby to get some reprieve from the ceaseless arguments that took place around the bar. Leaning against the wall, a new notice on the QuestBoard caught his eye - reading it, he could barely keep from laughing out loud. A hair salon was asking for help from heroes? He couldn't help it, he let out a guffaw. Scanning the board for any other notices, he quickly found one from a group of Orcs searching for help. Knifk didn't hesitate in penning down his name for Quest #35, if a fellow Baltarokian needed help, he was duty bound to provide.

“Eh, you know, the usual. Born on Tarok's holy day, destined to be the great hero who frees the orcs from enslavement, all that crap. Fancy talk for ‘We're running out of food because of the shadow beings raiding us and wiping out our trade partners, so we're banishing you so we have one less mouth to feed based solely on your birthday.’ Figured I might as well make an effort, you know? And it keeps my sword sharp and my belly full, so yeah.” The muscular orc downed the bottle in a single gulp, eyes opening and watering up slightly. “Where'd you get this? It's good.”

"Yeah, this bastard in the training room's giving me a nasty headache. I... I've been trying to make the headache go away with this cheap shit, but it'll be back ten times as strong in thu morning. Me?I come from Baltorak, don'tcha now. Nice place, there... lots of sand... a couple volcanoes too. Lot's of those little fellows, dwarves, I think, running about. What about chu?"

After what felt like his hundredth mug of ale, a haze of alcohol was beginning to cloud over the horribly confusing events of his training. He stumbled down the stairs to the Quest Board, noting the usual crowd signifying a new Quest. In a barely legible scrawl likely induced by his drunken stupor, he signed up for Qyests 33 and 34, hoping that the ban on Rogues didn't extend to their Advanced Classes as well. As he returned to the bar, he saw Guts laying a blanket over the imp they had Quested with out of his peripheral vision. ¨Not going soft on me, are you, Guts?” he slurred.

If you wish to read of Knifk's training to become a Black Knight, read the posts in this order: Hall>Market>Training Room

Knifk booms into the hall's training room, new armor and weaponry glistening with polish. He gives Copper Fox a brisk nod, then states "I wish to become a Black Knight." He trains long and hard, but the Veteran refused to grant him the title of Black Knight. At the umpteenth "You're not ready, continue training," which came at one the next morning, the Orc snapped. He slammed up his helmet's visor, bared his teeth, and roared, "IMPUDENT FOOL! I HAVE TRAVELED THROUGH THE MINES CURSED BY THE DARKSTAR AND SLAIN THE MONSTROUS BEAST LYING WITHIN! I HAVE DESTROYED THE ARACHNID TERROR OF THE TITAAN MOUNTAINS! I HAVE MADE AN ANCIENT DRAGON OF IMMENSE WISDOM AND POWER AS WELL AS ITS SIX DRAKES BOW BENEATH MY BLADE! AND YOU DARE TELL ME I AM INCAPABLE OF A VICIOUS AND UNDERHANDED FIGHTING STYLE?! I SHALL NOT BE TREATED LIKE A NEWBORN KITTEN MEWLING FOR MILK! I AM KNIFK OF THE WRITHING WORM CLAN, EMISSARY OF TAROK! AND I! WILL! BECOME! A! BLACK! KNIGHT!!!" Panting, he thrust his sword forward, straight towards the Fox. A small part of his brain was nagging him, telling him it would be immensely idiotic to assault one of the legendary Veterans of Heroica. He told that part of his brain to shut its a[bUY SOME APPLES]. Tfel's tip began to shine with a malicious purple light, then five strands of bure shadow spiraled forth, impacting the still grinning man in the chest, sending him flying into a weapons rack, demolishing the wood and covering the man in pears and axes. His head popped up, still smiling, as he jovially called out, "Perfect! You can consider yourself a Black Knight now, You have utterly forsaken the code of chivalry by attacking an unarmed elder, you gave into your inner rage, you assaulted someone far more powerful than you despite your better judgement, and, best of all, you were so utterly pissed off at me that you actually generated a blast of pure Darkness without an Amethyst! Congratulations!" He then ushered the completely bewildered and still exhausted from his exertion Orc back into the main hall. Knifk collapsed into a chair, beckoned Scheherezade over, and muttered, "I need a megabloking drink". Knifk: Level 15 Black Knight, 30 year old male *Counter Striking* Orc Health: 33/33 Power: 25 Shield Power: 9 Gold: 1 Inventory:

Knifk strolls into the open-air market near Heroica Hall, looking for a suit of newer and lighter armor, as his old plate was getting dented, rusty, and too small. Before doing this, he stops at Anwyl's and drops off Tfel and Aegis, instructing the dwarf impersonator to increase their power. He also tosses his Wind and Floral bombs to Portia. (2x Bomb sold = 10 Gp. 331+ 10 = 341 Gp. WP:9 - 10= 100 Gp. 341 Gp - 100 Gp= 241 Gp. SP:6 - SP:9 = 240 Gp. 241-240 Gp = 1 Gp.) It takes him awhile, but he eventually finds a rockling selling exotic armor and weaponry from the far East, where he purchased a dou, or a breastplate made out of strips of fauxthril scales tied together with leather strips and covered in lacquer to prevent rust, as well as new armored boots and some chain mail. He then returns to Anwyl and picks up his shield and sword. The shield has been reshaped into a traditional kite shape and his old, nicked scimitar has been reforged with trace amounts of Mythril laced in to increase its strength. A pair of dragon teeth he had picked up from the Ancient Dragon they fought had been attached to the guard, and the round Garnet set in the pommel shimmered with an orange light. The whole weapon hummed with seismic energy, as if the gemstone weren't enough to remind him of its Earth properties. Pleased, he began a trek to Heroica's Training Room, ready to advance his career.

Knifk returns to the hall after a bumpy ride in the mine cart. He'd been spending a ridiculous time below sea level surrounded by rocks, and the bright sun outside the hall almost stung his skin after repeared cool shade. He rolled his eyes at the noodly limbed coward, who had entered the hall before him, then unstrapped his set of plate armor and stretched. It was getting heavy, he needed to get some new armor. He reluctantly began the arduous task of strapping the heavy fauxthril armor back on, then exited the hall to begin searching for something lighter and more flexible.

Knifk hands out a shovel to himself, a pick to Hybros, a shovel to Guts, and a shovel to Elgar. He then divvies up the Gold: 30 gold to all. "Noodle-Limbs can have the extra pick if he wishes, but he already has one. If Noodle-Limbs wants it to sell it, he may have it, if not, someone who has a shovel but not a pick may have it." He then leads the party home.

I'm the only one who plays the spinner game? I feel so alone... Excellent review, though!

Knifk eyes the Eye for a moment, then tosses it to Guts. He unfurls his Bedroll and set it down upon the rough quarry floor to get some rest. Afterwards, he asks Singerson, "Is there anything else required of us here? Does bard-man need help recovering other artifacts now?"

Knifk strikes the Diamond Eater from the front row. Same BO Bard Song: ( )

OOC: Could you at least try to read the thread before commenting?

"Tarok damns your soul, foul coward! Aegis shall protect you, attack with whatever strength you have in your noodly limbs!"

Knifk twirls his scimitar and strikes the Diamond Eater from the front row. Same BO Dirge of Despair vs. Hybros

Knifk feels a jolt as one of the worms hurls itself against his shield, then shakes himself awake before thrusting Tfel at the Aquamarine Eater from the front row. Same BO No Song

"Zzzzzzzzz..." Scuba's BO is fine No bard song

"Zzzzz..." Same BO No Song

Knifk attacks the Aquamarine Eater from the front row. "Someone else go second? Very well!" Battle Order Johon Knifk Guts Hybros Elgar Soothing Lullaby vs. Diamond Eater "Focus on the others, the diamond eater will sleep for a while!"