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This monstrous thing is an abomination borne of the Graknok Holde's breeding pits; a colossal and crude amalgamation of troll and orc blood.  Foul-tempered even by the standards of his brethren, the beast knows only conflict and this he loves - taking what he wants when he wants it, and just how he wants it.

A mop of unkempt stringy black hair as wild and tumultuous as his demeanor crowns the brute's skull, littered with bits of bones fragments tied into the glossy strands. A crooked nose sits in the middle of a tense face, broken in the past and lifting to the left. A full beard of equally untidy hair covers much of his jaw with frayed ends.

There's a baleful, malignant look in the goliath's dark eyes - one of them lazy and rattling around in its socket at times.

The savage Udgun stands tall with a hulking physique bred for war, with bulging musculature barely contained in the green flesh that stretches taut over it. A gruesome canvas of his form carries nicks and cuts of battles past decorate his skin; gnarled and deep, some fresh and vibrant while others are faded and pale. There's scarcely an inch of his frame that hasn't been scathed by the edge of blade with jagged and gruesome scarred tissue, or battered by hammers and shields that leave a discoloration and bruising still visible upon the behemoth's shape.

His garb is virtually non-existant - the madman of a beast preferring to fly into combat, and collect as many wounds as possible and claim each as a trophy of an ordeal that he's managed to survive. Two thick blackened, and charred gauntlets bedeck his wrists - dented and smashed in places where he's likely seen them sundering shields and battering bone, if not outright crushing skulls beneath their immense weight.

His leg-guards are much the same, a sooty metal as black as pitch strapped to either meaty thigh. Boots cover his feet as he loudly trudges about, easily announcing his arrival if nothing else has by that point.

Chances are good however that the aroma of Udgun reaches the nostrils of those he approaches long before his footfalls ever give him away. A musky and virile scent of his own flesh and sex clings to the beast and follows in his wake, all eminating from that cock and balls that sits at his groin and isn't tethered to his thigh or covered in the least bit.

The brutal size and girth of the thing hangs freely; a fat, thick head that leads up to a shaft that's ribbed. Studded not only with the girthy swell of so many veins, rows upon rows of bumpy nubs encircle the green monster of a prick, the thing endlessly twitchy and burning with an ache for use. The hybrid creature's balls are equally immense, sagging heavy in the ruddy meat of their purse, churning constantly and looking for release.

Red: Shemales, herms, ladyboys, men, furries, shit, generally anything smaller than an elf. PvP and dice-rolls until I can be bothered to level him up.

Green: Descriptive writing, breeding, non-con, con, taller women, short women, stockings, heels, pale-skinned women, dark-skinned women, everything else in between, wide hips, thick thighs, big tits, fat asses, female adventurers learning what happens when they bite off more than they can chew. You get the idea.

I'm primarily going to keep Udgun around the Graknok Holde areas on the Outer Isles, with only the occasion visit to the Sinifer most likely. Since it's so out of the way, you guessed it - I'm tell friendly. I'm more than happy to talk out scene ideas with people.