Recent content by Toruuk Stoneheart

[FINGERS (MIGHTY): 6] Toruuk snorted. "Spent plenty o' time in the rollin' deserts of old Amol-Kalit, yeah, met some very ECLECTIC folk. Including SEVERAL different flavors of snake people. Alas, what the Champ has fought and slain in his time there was not a naga, but a lamia. Very important...

"If I have, I don't remember none of it, wohoho!" Junius certainly had an interesting answer, though. "A foursome kinda implies unique circumstances by default, don'tcha think, Kiddo?" Then Magi came in with a blow similar to that of Toruuk's earlier "magic" play. "Aghh, turnabout is fair...

[Fingers: 7] A chuckle escaped the bull once more at Zael's answer. "Awww, I only did that one to get a story outta ya!" he griped, disappointed. He began to point to several of the deep, long healed wounds that covered his upper body. "The champ's got a story fer each and every one o' these...

[Fingers: 8] Toruuk chuckled at the answers to Zael's question, particularly to Magi's response. "The champ's an honorable warrior, lyin' about a fart doesn't suit me!" The lady's follow-up question earned a loud snort from the mighty bull, one born more of irritation than mirth. "Nope, not...

[Fingers: 8] Toruuk let out a snort and a chuckle. "Call it what you want! I call it 'strategic.' We non-magic-folk gotta take what advantages we can, ooh yeah." It seemed he wasn't the only one playing tactically, however. It didn't take a genius to guess at the bull's specialty. "Yeah, yeah...

[Fingers: 9] The champion returned the cheers to his new human companion, a broad grin on his mien as he listened to her short tale. He himself had never been the romantic type, of course, the closest he'd come to a "long walk" on a beach being a forced march or a violent, bloody charge. Even...

The look in that "Zael's" eye was a promising one. The look of a brawler! Any chance for a scrap was welcome by Toruuk's standards, though perhaps a better location would be wise. If the minotaur had at least one self-imposed rule it was to avoid being kicked out of bars he actually liked. This...

Quite a long way from Yore once again, yet never far from home so long as a tavern was nearby. And what a night to be at this particular tavern it was! Uproarious laughter, hearty comradery, and of course, BOOZE to be had by all. There was nothing like a good bender with better company to ease a...

A collapsed building and a bunch of freakish little otherworldly cretins ran off all in one go. All in a day's work for the champion of Clan Stoneheart. He wrestled with the leather straps that held his leg armor in place, audibly complaining about the fact as he did so. He glanced up from his...

Toruuk had been ready to help fight a pitched battle, but suddenly the elf at his side became an elegant whirlwind of swordsmanship and spellcasting. A blur of white-blonde hair and silvered steel whipped about him at speeds he briefly couldn't keep up with, a storm of motion that almost...

Bingo! Toruuk pumped his fist as the bolt struck the creature and watched it burst, its torso erupting like a gore-filled balloon. There was no more time to celebrate, however; six of the little buggers threatened them in total. As Erën unleashed a flash of lightning magic Toruuk was already...

Toruuk couldn't quite decide how he felt about this strange city he'd meandered into. It seemed to appear on the borders of Candenord without warning, without explanation. Where one day the scouts of Clan Stoneheart recalled nothing being here, now there was...this. Dark, dreary, wet...

"Oh boy, alright. I oughta warn ya, though, she can be very doting and. uh...nosy. I think she'd be back at home this time o' day." Toruuk announced and summarily began plodding off away from the grand hall. The massive 'taur gave an occasional greeting to passersby and ran his hand along some...

The boisterous play and back-and-forth banter between the two bulls continued for a few minutes before Toruuk finally wriggled free of his father's headlock. The elder bull concluded with a punch to Toruuk's shoulder, which the prodigal son happily returned in kind. After all was said and done...

Torvull held his glare for a long, silent moment. Tension hung in the air, heavy and electric, before the chieftain glanced over to his son and his mug twisted into a wry grin. "I like this one. Ballsy." The Stoneheart chief grunted shortly, then returned his attention to Fieravene. "Alright...