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Nargbert

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  1. What the hey... sign Nargbert up... hasn't played in dm before, but he sure everyone knows he no lightfool.
  2. "What you do here, Narg? help hoo-mahn kill us? They no need help. You go blight and dig poo holes. You good be that. Leave death for Shamans. No shame in poo work." Nargs trollocs gasped at the words from the less than intimidating shaman. Would their leader take such abuse? How could a trolloc hold their head high after such insults?!? "You looking for poo hole digger then you must talk to Nognahoj or Pumonca... you throw enough of their poo to know they best poo hole diggers in blight! Narg barely know how to dig hole!".... wait... was that good thing? Nargbert sniffed the air.... he smelled saar'eve... but there was fresher scent on air... Nargs tongue came out... tasted it... chewed it.. rolled it around in his beak like a good loogie... was that?... "You let your trollocs bathe?!? How can shaman accept such heresy! And this after exploding blight worm trick you pull on Rahvin! And being mother of.... that one!" Narg shuddered at the thought.... how had saar'eve trick nargbert? Nargy thought he just satisfying self with tree, suddenly tree turn and Narg see it was Saar'eve... then child was evil... almost... clean... "As overlord of all trollocs... that fight good and only eat boogers, not fling them.... Nargbert arrest you and sentence you to trial by .....vicious mockery!" Nargs fist... or claw... or the only five still alive cheered at the prospect. Those with the shaman... not so much... Suddenly Narg burped... it really wet... and taste like toe... narg did enjoy eating something twice!
  3. Smoke billowed into the sky as a wonderful smell of cooking flesh, both trolloc and hoo-mahn, permeated the air. Pink rippled across a body as a breeze blew through feathers. Once some thought the color shameful, but now all beings in the blight feared it. Dreadlords, Myrdraal, Trollocs, dark friends… they all shuddered at the mention of his name…. Nargbert. The coming of the pink feathered trolloc meant death. The Chosen…. Well, those foolish hoo-mahns rarely looked at Nargbert twice, other in disgust. However soon, Nargbert would join the ranks of the chosen. How could he not, he greatest trolloc ever! Many spoke of his ferocity, his good looks, his never being defeated in battle… Until today…. Nargbert had taken a fist out to raid in Kandor. He enjoyed escaping the Overlord life, coming out on small raids. He knew a group of Hoo-mahns and those tasty horse creatures had been trying to catch him for a day now, but no horse could keep up with a trolloc who was hungry, and Nargbert made sure this fist was hungry. He devised a grand plan, raid this small town, capture some food, wheel away, return to the blight. There was nothing those silly Hoo-mahns could do to catch him. However, Narg hated suprises and left Dork’un and his claw as a rear guard. He was offered a greater piece of the food prize for having to stay out of the fighting. However, Dork’un and claw could not help themselves. Frenzy they called it… hungry they called it. Nargbert called it stupid. So while Nargbert’s glorious Fist in town collecting its spoils, no one was there to warn him that somehow the four legged freaks and their hoo-mahns had caught him. Nargbert quickly found out when his Fist was struck from behind. It was Chaos. Nargbert in a house, hoo-mahns already have a cookpot boiling for him. He was enjoying sampling some of the food they would be taking with them. Nothing like gnawing on fresh leg to make Nargbert so happy. Then the screeching. The yelling of trollocs. Then the running. Nargbert quickly knew he could not control the fist and quickly retreated with them. Many hoo-mahns stayed behind to protect Narg’s food, but some rode out to finish Narg and his trolloc warriors off. They quickly learned a fleeing trolloc still could bite. So Narg stood on a hill, surrounded by trees fighting the blight, and felt bad for himself. He watched the smoke burn, thinking of how he would turn this into a victory by explaining that he took the weakest trollocs out to be culled. The trollocs behind him had a small fire going, cooking what few spoils they were able to capture for the day. He wanted to backhand them, to fling poo at them, but…. The desire just wasn’t there. So Narg closed his eyes… breathed. He must still get this shattered first home. He took a deep breath and meant to turn to his troops…. But he caught a scent. One he hadn’t smelled in years. One he hoped never to smell again… but it was there. She had found him… and in all places on a raid… Narg muttered under his breath… “Saar’eve…”
  4. *tries to figure out why people would think this is Nargs toilet with Donkey Poo in it... He obviously excretes bird poo* Not white enough for narg. Feathers though.... *looks around for the theif*
  5. No one hangs with nargy... they hottub with nargy ? .... or get cooked in his cookpot... same thing
  6. Narg was summoned with sausage and glitter... and music! My name is Nargbert and I like to squawk Dont call me a chicken, I don't go bawk! I'm the baddest trolloc, can't you see? Please don't mess up those uniforms by having to pee (psst narg is scary nod nod) Well I can't stick around but don't be bitter Just hang around some more and play with lavas glitter! Drops mike Let's get outta here rainbow dash... err.. "bunyan". Let's go see if we can make beautiful harpy trollocs together. *steals a drink*
  7. No no, spicy! *bats birdy eyes* hey yourself
  8. There you go trying to team with the reds again. Narg say chick'fil'a AND popeyes.... corner the chicken sandwich and watch all the Americans bow to your dominance.
  9. No birds with pink tail feathers? Neither funny, nor adorable... maybe tasty!
  10. Oh too late for that. Nargy stank has settled on you and it doesnt wash out. Just ask Liitha or Nyna, it hangs around. Just sniff them, they have been covered by it for years! You will walk into a room, wondering who's feet smell so bad... turns out its you... sitting in a meeting and wondering who farted... wait, that's just you... other trollocs will give you the stink eye because you got the coveted narg smell on you! Soon even freshly washed laundry will smell odd because you are so used to the smell. Or so Narg been told. Sense of smell burned out long ago!
  11. I am spicy! Nargy spicy! Always spicy!.... and smelly... taste a little strange too
  12. You can tell how old the poll is just based on the fact that it is on angelfire... And nyna, you were a sweet thing before you got mixed up with trollocs... Keys to the back gate? But I like using the tunnels that come from our inn, The Gleeful Trolloc! *spies on sleeping novices* And I no longer know where Monca's ear is... one is in storage, the other who knows!
  13. Exactly, and Narg is a nudist... therefore he likes to wear pink!
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