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GS4-XERAPHINA at 13:43, 24 January 2022

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	[[Category: Non-Player Characters]]		[[Category: Non-Player Characters]]
	[[Category:Duskruin ~~Arena~~]]		[[Category:Duskruin NPCs]]

ECHEAUX at 06:00, 27 November 2019

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	'''Wilthalberd''' is an ogre located in the dungeon of [[Duskruin Arena]].		'''Wilthalberd''' is an [[ogre]] located in the dungeon of [[Duskruin Arena]].

	Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".		Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".

ECHEAUX: added detail

2019-11-27T06:00:08Z

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	'''Wilthalberd''' is located in the dungeon of [[Duskruin Arena]].		'''Wilthalberd''' is an ogre located in the dungeon of [[Duskruin Arena]].

	Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".		Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".

ECHEAUX: Updated to {{log2}} as {{log}} is deprecated; added category

2019-11-24T18:56:39Z

Updated to {{log2}} as {{log}} is deprecated; added category

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	==Description==		==Description==
		⚫	<pre{{log2}}>

		⚫	>look ogre
⚫	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>
⚫	>look ogre~~<br>~~
	The hulking beast is stooped, betraying any true sense of his height. His long, muscular arms hang slack from his hunched shoulders, wrists banded by gornar manacles and chains whose lengths connect to matching bands at his ankles, restricting any full motion of movement. His brow nearly obscures his dark amber-colored eyes, which flicker with a hint of intelligence. He has a pair of bovine-like horns sprouting from above his temples, each sawed-off short and capped with thick leather.		The hulking beast is stooped, betraying any true sense of his height. His long, muscular arms hang slack from his hunched shoulders, wrists banded by gornar manacles and chains whose lengths connect to matching bands at his ankles, restricting any full motion of movement. His brow nearly obscures his dark amber-colored eyes, which flicker with a hint of intelligence. He has a pair of bovine-like horns sprouting from above his temples, each sawed-off short and capped with thick leather.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	==Messaging==		==Messaging==
		⚫	<pre{{log2}}>

⚫	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>
	A gornar-shackled ogre quietly grunts out what barely passes as a tune to himself in a mounrful tone. "Me wish me could go home," he murmers at its end.		A gornar-shackled ogre quietly grunts out what barely passes as a tune to himself in a mounrful tone. "Me wish me could go home," he murmers at its end.

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	You hear a snuffling sound coming from the direction of a gornar-shackled ogre. He has fallen asleep on his feet! He begins to whimper and attempts to cover his head with his arms, but the chains are too short. He wakes abruptly as he shouts, "Pus be good! Pus be good! No hurt Pus!" The gornar-shackled ogre visibly shudders as he slowly glances around fearfully, appearing to be looking for someone.		You hear a snuffling sound coming from the direction of a gornar-shackled ogre. He has fallen asleep on his feet! He begins to whimper and attempts to cover his head with his arms, but the chains are too short. He wakes abruptly as he shouts, "Pus be good! Pus be good! No hurt Pus!" The gornar-shackled ogre visibly shudders as he slowly glances around fearfully, appearing to be looking for someone.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	==Q&As==		==Q&As==
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	;Name		;Name

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''name'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''name'''
	The gornar-shackled ogre turns his sad, hooded gaze toward you. "Me called Wilthalberd. Masters call me 'Pus.'" The creature lifts his wrists, indicating to the open, seeping sores along his flesh. The gornar shackles flare slightly, causing Wilthalberd to flinch.		The gornar-shackled ogre turns his sad, hooded gaze toward you. "Me called Wilthalberd. Masters call me 'Pus.'" The creature lifts his wrists, indicating to the open, seeping sores along his flesh. The gornar shackles flare slightly, causing Wilthalberd to flinch.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	;Home		;Home

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''home'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''home'''
	The ogre's countenance brightens for a moment. "Me from Foggy Valley. Me had good life. Me had mate!" The hulking figure's expression grows despondent as he reminisces to you. "Me miss home. Me miss mate," he laments with a heavy sad, sigh.		The ogre's countenance brightens for a moment. "Me from Foggy Valley. Me had good life. Me had mate!" The hulking figure's expression grows despondent as he reminisces to you. "Me miss home. Me miss mate," he laments with a heavy sad, sigh.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	;Enslavement		;Enslavement

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''enslavement'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''enslavement'''
	The gornar-shackled ogre shrugs at you, his chains flickering and sparking with his movements. "Too long," he states simply. "Me never see moons to know days. Me never see anything but straw and blood."		The gornar-shackled ogre shrugs at you, his chains flickering and sparking with his movements. "Too long," he states simply. "Me never see moons to know days. Me never see anything but straw and blood."
		⚫	</pre>

⚫	</~~div~~>

	;Vacation		;Vacation

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''vacation'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''vacation'''
	Wilthalberd glances at the platform and then up toward the ceiling. "Me gets to go up. Me get bodies. Much death. Me does good. No eat them. Them smell good." He sniffs you heavily with a snort. "You smell good."		Wilthalberd glances at the platform and then up toward the ceiling. "Me gets to go up. Me get bodies. Much death. Me does good. No eat them. Them smell good." He sniffs you heavily with a snort. "You smell good."
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	;Job		;Job

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''job'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''job'''
	The gornar-shackled ogre clenches his large fists, the long matted hair stained dark with blood. "Me get bodies from arena. Me drag them away. It not so bad job."		The gornar-shackled ogre clenches his large fists, the long matted hair stained dark with blood. "Me get bodies from arena. Me drag them away. It not so bad job."
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	;Masters		;Masters

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''masters'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''masters'''
	Wilthalberd's lips peel back to reveal a snarl of jagged broken teeth. "Cruel, mean masters. Masters steal me with burning net. Masters try take mate, me stop them. Masters take me, instead." He shows you multiple criss-crossed scars on his legs and arms, then turns his back to you. There are numerous freshly scabbed welts along and over older jagged scars across his shoulders and all down his spine.		Wilthalberd's lips peel back to reveal a snarl of jagged broken teeth. "Cruel, mean masters. Masters steal me with burning net. Masters try take mate, me stop them. Masters take me, instead." He shows you multiple criss-crossed scars on his legs and arms, then turns his back to you. There are numerous freshly scabbed welts along and over older jagged scars across his shoulders and all down his spine.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	;Hobbies		;Hobbies

	<~~div~~ {{~~log~~}}>		<pre{{log2}}>
	>ask ogre about '''hobbies'''~~<br>~~		>ask ogre about '''hobbies'''
	The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.		The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.
	</~~div~~>		</pre>

	[[Category: Non-Player Characters]]		[[Category: Non-Player Characters]]
			[[Category:Duskruin Arena]]

AMMINAR: /* Messaging */ more messages

2016-04-29T23:09:41Z

Messaging: more messages

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	A gornar-shackled ogre rummages through a pile of straw, careful not to disrupt his chains. He smiles broadly as he removes his hand from the mound, clutching something small and furry in his fist. He stuffs his catch into his mouth and chews a time or two before swallowing with an audible gulp.		A gornar-shackled ogre rummages through a pile of straw, careful not to disrupt his chains. He smiles broadly as he removes his hand from the mound, clutching something small and furry in his fist. He stuffs his catch into his mouth and chews a time or two before swallowing with an audible gulp.

			A gornar-shackled ogre picks at a scab on his arm, breaking it open. He sniffs at the discolored pus that seeps from the wound.

			You hear a snuffling sound coming from the direction of a gornar-shackled ogre. He has fallen asleep on his feet! He begins to whimper and attempts to cover his head with his arms, but the chains are too short. He wakes abruptly as he shouts, "Pus be good! Pus be good! No hurt Pus!" The gornar-shackled ogre visibly shudders as he slowly glances around fearfully, appearing to be looking for someone.
	</div>		</div>

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2016-04-29T04:03:29Z

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 >look ogre<br>
 The hulking beast is stooped, betraying any true sense of his height.  His long, muscular arms hang slack from his hunched shoulders, wrists banded by gornar manacles and chains whose lengths connect to matching bands at his ankles, restricting any full motion of movement.  His brow nearly obscures his dark amber-colored eyes, which flicker with a hint of intelligence.  He has a pair of bovine-like horns sprouting from above his temples, each sawed-off short and capped with thick leather.
 </div>

VERSIN at 21:45, 22 March 2016

2016-03-22T21:45:07Z

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	The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.		The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.
	</div>		</div>

			[[Category: Non-Player Characters]]

RUNDMCMCMC at 17:45, 25 August 2015

2015-08-25T17:45:39Z

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	Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".		Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".

			==Description==

			<div {{log}}>
			>look ogre<br>
			The hulking beast is stooped, betraying any true sense of his height. His long, muscular arms hang slack from his hunched shoulders, wrists banded by gornar manacles and chains whose lengths connect to matching bands at his ankles, restricting any full motion of movement. His brow nearly obscures his dark amber-colored eyes, which flicker with a hint of intelligence. He has a pair of bovine-like horns sprouting from above his temples, each sawed-off short and capped with thick leather.
			</div>

	==Q&As==		==Q&As==

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'''Wilthalberd''' is located in the dungeon of [[Duskruin Arena]].

Originally from the [[Foggy Valley]], where he lived with his mate, Miss Mate, [[Wilthalberd]] has been enslaved and set to work clearing the arena of dead combatants. His shackles are composed of the flaring metal [[gornar]] that leave his body covered in open wounds, earning him his nickname "Pus".

==Q&As==

;Name

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''name'''<br>
The gornar-shackled ogre turns his sad, hooded gaze toward you. "Me called Wilthalberd. Masters call me 'Pus.'" The creature lifts his wrists, indicating to the open, seeping sores along his flesh. The gornar shackles flare slightly, causing Wilthalberd to flinch.
</div>

;Home

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''home'''<br>
The ogre's countenance brightens for a moment. "Me from Foggy Valley. Me had good life. Me had mate!" The hulking figure's expression grows despondent as he reminisces to you. "Me miss home. Me miss mate," he laments with a heavy sad, sigh.
</div>

;Enslavement

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''enslavement'''<br>
The gornar-shackled ogre shrugs at you, his chains flickering and sparking with his movements. "Too long," he states simply. "Me never see moons to know days. Me never see anything but straw and blood."

</div>

;Vacation

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''vacation'''<br>
Wilthalberd glances at the platform and then up toward the ceiling. "Me gets to go up. Me get bodies. Much death. Me does good. No eat them. Them smell good." He sniffs you heavily with a snort. "You smell good."
</div>

;Job

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''job'''<br>
The gornar-shackled ogre clenches his large fists, the long matted hair stained dark with blood. "Me get bodies from arena. Me drag them away. It not so bad job."
</div>

;Masters

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''masters'''<br>
Wilthalberd's lips peel back to reveal a snarl of jagged broken teeth. "Cruel, mean masters. Masters steal me with burning net. Masters try take mate, me stop them. Masters take me, instead." He shows you multiple criss-crossed scars on his legs and arms, then turns his back to you. There are numerous freshly scabbed welts along and over older jagged scars across his shoulders and all down his spine.
</div>

;Hobbies

<div {{log}}>
>ask ogre about '''hobbies'''<br>
The gornar-shackled ogre stares at you, his deep amber eyes depicting a hint of incredulity. "Oh!" he exclaims with a sarcastic tone. "Me knit and like plant flowers! What you think me do?" He waves his arms for emphasis, his rattling chains flaring in an arc of orange fire. As he winces and scowls, he snuffs out the flames on what little arm hair he has left. "Look what you make me do! That just grow back!" Wilthalberd scoffs at you, "That me hobby, me grow hair." He snorts, and a thick string of snot runs from his nose. He wipes it away on one of his shoulders.
</div>