Pleebert Pussgut the Captain of the Grinning Skulls, Big Momma Orc

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Description

Open wounds slowly ooze blood down the skin of this scarred orc. What one
would assume to be her face is covered with assorted boils, lumps, and scars.
One of her eyes is missing a lower chunk of it, making her look like she is
glaring even when just looking around. Her eyebrows are missing, burned off
years ago, making her visage one of hostile questioning. Her teeth, many
missing and cracked, are easily visible through her slack-jaw mouth. Drool
flowed down her chest, behind her armor, as worn and torn apart as her skin.
Through the holes and rips of the armor you can see deep carvings and cuts in
the orcs skin. Her hair is, in assorted locations, burnt bloody and
disgusting.

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Score

Level	49	Sex	female	Race	orc
Ethos	Chaotic	Align	Evil	Class	berserker
Practices	2	Trains	0	Hometown	Grinning Skull Village
Exp	447507	To Level	8813	Sphere	Rage
Age middle-aged, 42 years old (225 hours)
Hit Points	966	Mana	332	Movement	810
Strength	22	Intelligence	15	Wisdom	16
Dexterity	18	Constitution	3	Charisma	12
Carry #	0/35	Carry Weight	0 lb 0 oz
Gold	0	Silver	0	Copper	0
Wimpy	357	Morale	Moderate
Hitroll	0	Damroll	0

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Chapter 19

Lineage, toughness, and a bit of raiding.
Added Thu Jun 25 17:10:11 2009 at level 21:

Pleebert, born into the classic Orc family, was beaten severely every day.
The beating made her tough, her family said. Her father before her had been
beating, his father had been beaten, and so had his father (which was also
his brother). Each member of the family had been beaten hard so that when
confronted with pain it would only seem like a tickle. She was flogged,
whipped, punched, kicked, and hit by more blunt objects than a Gnome could
name.

Her skin, rough from the years of pain, had almost become fond of the
beatings. Sometimes, when she was alone in her bleak cavern, she would find a
makeshift blade and start to cut herself. She didn't cut herself to cry or to
whine, she cut herself to find her pleasure. She found that when she wasn't
bleeding or when she didn't have an open woundShe just didn't feel right.
The blade against her skin made her feel as comfortable as if she was back in
her mother's smelly womb. Other than cutting herself, she found solace in
slamming her head against the rock walls of the cave. The comforting crack of
her skull always made her feel better if she was ever frustrated. Without
even being in combat, she would place herself in a berserker's rage just to
feel the heavy Orc-blood pump through her body.

Having reached a sufficient age to actually serve the tribe, she had begun to
take part in the raids on travelers. After the group of Orcs had taken down a
group of travelers and backed away from the corpses to see what goodies they
had caught, Pleebert would always be found sitting on the corpse bashing the
skull in repeatedly. She loved the crunch of bones, the smeared blood.All of
it. She preferred beating animals and corpses to visiting the ecstasy filled
orgy room (Which was almost a crime for an Orc to think).

She continued to hurt herself and continued to raid for quite a few years
until a certain event ended her raucous and care-free lifestyle.

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Chapter 18

An attacking wave of gnomes....Literally.
Added Thu Jul 2 16:00:49 2009 at level 27:

One day, while raiding a small band of travelers, Pleebert and her group of
Orcs were ambushed by an unlikely party. Obviously paid by the travelling
merchants that the orcs were ambushing, numerous Gnomes leapt from the
surrounding foliage, attacking every orc around them. They swarmed each of
the large oppressors, Pleebert included.

Wielding her enormous axe, Pleebert continued to swing at her small foes but
had difficulty landing blows. Their tiny frames and stature made it difficult
to cleave them, and they continued to dart between her legs. Furious, she
started kicking at them. They were as an ocean. The Gnomes moved
collectively, swarming over everything in their path. Suddenly, the entire
wave's concentration was directed and the last orc standing: Pleebert. As the
tidal-like fury of the Gnomes swept down on to Pleebert, she let out a cry of
pain. She felt all of their midgety arms and stocky feet touching all over
her body as her vision went black.

*Drip. . . . .Drip . . . . .Drip. . . .*
Pleebert awoke in a damp cell, water incessantly dripping on to the floor
leaving a vibrant echo. Looking around her, she noted the small size of her
cell. The last thing she remembered. . . .those midgets. . . . . .Bleh. "WHO
GON AND PUT ME EN HERE!" she yelled. "Quiet in there, prisoner." Came a small
and high-pitched reply. Pleebert glared, furrowing her brow as her eyes
tightened and she glared at the cell door "Gnomes".

Pushing its bulbous head up to the bars of her cell, a rather fat Gnome
stared at her. "Oye, the things we're going to do to you, we'll have so much
fun. It's not often that we gather an Orc to experiment on." He was pushing
his fat face so hard against the bars that his lard was coagulating in the
spaces between the metal, making his face look large and distended. His eyes
looked almost swollen as he said, again, to Pleebert, "The things we'll do to
you. . . . . . . . BAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!". At the start of the laugh, enormous
amounts of Gnome drool and phlegm were sent flying into the cage. After his
teasing, the Gnome departed from the cell and Pleebert was left on her own,
hugging her legs to her obtuse breasts. "Dumb Gnomes. . .", she muttered,
"Dem so dumb. Big dumb heads. . . .Tiny dumb legs. . . .Stupid talky faces. .
. . .Will kick them heads off. . . . .".

Left to her solitude, Pleebert decided that all Gnomes must be extinguished
from Thera due to their stupidity, but more importantly because she hated
them.

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Chapter 17

Jailed and tortured
Added Thu Jul 2 17:01:50 2009 at level 27:

Pleebert had been left for days in her cell without food. Every scarce while,
seeming like a week, a body part from another experimental prisoner or small
rotten fruits were thrown in to keep her alive. From only having such small
amounts of food, she learned to scavenge down to even the most inedible bits
of the food presented to her. Were it a body part, she would scavenge it so
well that even a single finger could help her last several more days. With
pains and cramps of starvation came her remembrance of her family's training.
"Pain was good, embrace it and thrive in it." She let that single thought
engulf her mind as she sat day in and day out, in that small and damp cell.

Suddenly, during one of the dull days in her cell, a visible gas started to
leak in. Pleebert had no idea what it was, but immediately tried to fight it
off. Being the smart Orc she was, she started bashing the gas. That obviously
didn't work too well as she went through it, hit a wall with her head, and
fell to the ground unconscious.

Mumbling as she started to wake, Pleebert tried to see what surrounded her.
She was strapped tightly down to a table and surrounded by Gnomes is robes.
Some held knives, others held wands, and many of them had strange trinkets
that she couldn't identify. Letting out as fierce a warshout as she could
muster, which was responded to by the full Gnome population laughing in her
face. Distorted faces, big noses, stupid accents. . . . .All of it twirled
like a cyclone around Pleebert's vision. Hate and fury filled her body as she
glared at the gnomes.

For hours and hours they poked, prodded, and casted on her. Her head was
bashed, her arms stabbed, she had trinkets shoved in random orifices. . . . .
.Spells made random limbs different sizes, and they used the darker magics to
give her every spellbound disease and poison possible. This torture seemed to
last forever. The only way Pleebert survived was by letting her consciousness
flow into the fury and hate that filled her mind, it acted as an aegis,
numbing her from the pain happening to her physical body. The numb pain was
slowly matched with a feeling of separation from her body as she drifted into
unconscious.

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Chapter 16

An escape.
Added Thu Jul 16 20:18:55 2009 at level 40:

Sitting in a pile of her own feces in the Orc Village, Pleebert took a moment
to let her mind wander. Considering the things in her past, she let her mind
become filled with images of how she escaped the Gnomes that had been using
her as an experiment so long ago.

*The sounds, echoing and soft, slowly gain in strength until the image
becomes entirely clear*
Pleebert, placed back in her cell once again, had been tortured on a daily
basis. She was given diseases, zapped, read upon - Anything you can think of.
While these tortures were thrown upon her in mass, she kept her mind alive by
furnishing an inner explosive rage. This fury was the only thing that kept
her body from giving out on her. From these tortures, her body had gained
scars over almost every inch of her skin. She had been given diseases so many
times that they hardly had an effect on her anymore.

Having been in her cell for about a week, licking at the bones of rats for
sustenance, she was startled when she heard a noise at her door. Looking up,
she saw the obnoxious face of a young Gnome transmuter. "HELLO ORCY!" he said
"Aren't you looking stupid today! If only you weren't so dumb, maybe we could
teach you some-". Before the Gnome could finish his sentence, Pleebert's
fist slammed through the metal and magically enchanted door and punched
directly through the Gnome's chest cavity, sending a fine spray of bloody
mist onto the wall behind the Gnome. He gurgled on bloody as he fell back,
landing in a pool of his own entrails.

Pleebert stood and bashed the door down, grinning as her body continued to
move forward, fueled only by her hatred and fury. As she moved down the hall,
still naked, a small Gnome with a polearm confronted her. "How did you get
out of your cage, you stupid Orc!" He yelled, charging Pleebert with his
weapon pointed towards her. She let the tip of the polearm stab into her gut
as the Gnome pushed forward. She didn't flinch, and in fact stared at the
Gnome without blinking once. The Gnome looked up with a faulty confidence,
thinking that he had killed his opponent as he hit his target, or had at
least injured her so that she was stunned and more easily killed with a
second blow. Glancing upward, all he saw was Pleebert's enormous and scarred
face grinning down at him.

das more like it! HURT ME MORE, maggot!"Pleebert, having screamed at
the gnome's face and coated it with a thick and slobbery spit, grabbed the
polearm that she was impaled on and continued to shove it through her body,
forcing the Gnome closer and closer to her.
He didn't attempt to flee, as he was transfixed with the horror that Pleebert
was allowing herself to be injured to achieve a greater purpose. The Gnome's
face froze when he realized that Pleebert's purpose was his own death, but
there was no time to react. Pleebert's fist pulverized the Gnome's nose,
shoving it into his brain and certain death.

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Chapter 15

An escape (PART II - Was too long for one entry)
Added Thu Jul 16 20:19:33 2009 at level 40:

Having slain the two guards, Pleebert continued her furious rampage through
the small dungeon, entirely lost seeking the exit. After what seemed like a
full day, she saw a bit of sunlight - The first she had seen in years.

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Chapter 14

Freedom and familiarity.
Added Wed Jul 22 20:29:07 2009 at level 41:

Sunlight blinded her as she stepped, nude, from her underground prison. Using
an arm to block her eyes from its blaring glare, she sniffed viciously at the
air. This was fresh, this was much better than her little cell. It was
perfect. Grinning to herself, Pleebert let out a thundering laugh, her
cackling echoing from the land around her. Pulling at some of the rotting
gnome-flesh that was stuck to her skin, she began to wander.

Days went by, and Pleebert continued to force her march forward, finding no
clear direction in which to go. Her period of torture and solitary
confinement had only hardened her resolve. Having wandered for quite a while,
Pleebert eventually heard a slightly familiar noise in the distance.
"YUUUH! SMASSSH DEM SKULLS!" an Orc's voice yelled.
"Hold the lines, men! Don't let them pass!" an Elf's voice countered.

Pleebert, pushing through the brush in front of her, gazed out on to an
immense battle. Orcs were throwing their bodies against a well held line of
Elves. This was what she had been waiting for, this was the familiarity and
battle that she craved. Throwing herself from the small camouflaged area she
had, she leapt in to the fray.

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Chapter 13

A view from the Elves, Pleebert's return to battle.
Added Thu Jul 23 08:31:36 2009 at level 41:

**This is from the view of the Elven soldiers currently in combat with the
Orc horde**

The fighting, so far, was organized and steadfast. Every time the orc horde
pushed against the line of Elven soldiers, the soldiers would push back in a
more unified action. As of yet, the orcs had made no real leeway against the
Elves, and this helped keep their front lines fighting with a high morale.
The orcs fought with tactics so crude that the Elven commander struggled to
imagine why they would even attempt them.

"This is becoming ridiculous.", the Elven Commander commented towards his
advisors "They've begun using their brute strength to throw Kobolds over our
front lines. They hope that either the small warriors will land on our heads,
or that they'll be able to at least stab at our men's legs from behind. It is
barbarous and yet.somehow.very smart."
The so-far steady sound of combat was suddenly interrupted by an ear-piercing
warshout. The Elven commander, standing with alarm, ran to his scouting post
to find out what in the world was making such a racket. Gazing out towards
the battlefields, what he saw made his jaw drop:

Naked and screaming, a floppy female Orc was charging in to the Elf-Soldier's
west side. She was alone, without any other orcs nearby, yet she was actually
pushing the line back. Swinging, what looked like, the leg from a corpse and
a stick, she was clobbering every elf she ran in to. The moment an elven
warrior fell to her, she would sprint directly into the chest of another one,
not giving them a moment to regain their footing. An elf, seizing an
opportune moment, landed a strike into the back of that berserking elf, but
it seemed to do nothing except make her more furious. She continued her naked
assault until almost every Elf defending that side of the force was dead. Her
screams never stopped as her mutilated and scarred body continued to push
forward.

Raising her head, the sow let out another scream, "PLEEBERT IS BACK!
HAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!"
"By all that is Holy, what in the world is that thing", the Elf commander
said to himself, wiping his brow.

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Chapter 4

A Big Momma getting pissed
Added Tue Aug 18 08:15:47 2009 at level 46:

Pleebert took the young orc under her wing, teaching him the proper ways to
butcher corpses and giving him special attention in comparison to the other
young Orclings. Being as she needed something to yell at his face, she gave
him a name: Mousemuncher. This was because, when she found him, he was
chewing on rat bones voraciously - it was all he could find to eat.

The young orc proved to be especially vicious, stunning Pleebert with his
overall strength and insidious deviousness. Pleebert, when sparring with the
youth, would find herself actually taking blows from his swings. She would
constantly find herself taking the brunt of Mousemuncher's taunts for being
too slow, too weak, or too dumb. Being the Big Momma, she responded with
deliberate public showings of assbeating and denigration. Standing in front
of some of the other orc children, she would lift him up with one arm, state
that he was better used as a toy than a berserker, and then toss him into a
wall while the children cackled gleefully.

"You be stronger den tha other childrens, ya know", Pleebert said to
Mousemuncher as he was trying on his new armor. She had gathered him
exceptionally fine wares for his age, especially in comparison to those that
his young comrades wore.
"Duh. I knowin. Gunna be stronger than Big Momma soon" he replied, grinning.
The last part of his phrase began to echo in Pleebert's head, taking on a
haunting tone. Each time it was repeated in her thoughts, the phrase grew
louder.

Glaring at the back of Mousemuncher's head as he walked away, Pleebert felt a
familiar surge of fury circulating through her blood.

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Chapter 3

Teaching Mousemuncher a lesson.
Added Thu Aug 20 19:28:19 2009 at level 46:

Pleebert was supine on her sleep-rag, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't
sleep. Mousemuncher had gotten more and more cocky, and his taunts and jeers
were starting to piss her off. Her thought processes had become more and more
aggressive towards him.

"Nobody gunna take Big Momma's place. Nobody makin me worthless. Me is
Pussgut, him is whelp. Will have ta show him place", she thought as she
continued to glare at the roofing to her small room, which was a smaller
enclosure branching from a large cavern.

As the morning came, Pleebert woke Mousemuncher up and notified him that they
were heading out on a raid, just the two of them. The youth was gleeful
"Smashin with Momma? I'll show ya up dis time!". As he finished his
statement, Pleebert decided that it was the last straw. She would beat the
shit out of him and show him why she was Big Momma Orc, and why nobody could
take her place.

As the two of them left the Orc Village and were walking through the rocky
plains, Pleebert tackled Mousemuncher from behind, biting into his shoulder
blade while she took him to the ground. Grunting in surprise and rage,
Mousemuncher quickly used his feet to shove Pleebert off of him forcefully.
Leaping to his feet and brandishing his axe, he grinned at Pleebert. "Bring
it ya swine!" he yelled at her. Pleebert, furious and pleasured by the brief
pain she had received, threw her weapons down and stomped at the youth. As
the young orc swung his axe down towards Pleebert, she moved her head to the
side and gladly took the blow directly to the side of her neck. Pleebert's
experiences a vibrant moment of pure pleasure as her blood began to gush from
her neck wound, the axe still stuck in the spot that it struck. Mousemuncher,
frozen with fear, let go of his axe and fell to his butt. Grinning to
herself, Pleebert ripped the axe from her neck and threw it to the ground
beside her, entirely ignoring the massive amounts of blood shooting from her
wound. It was easy for Pleebert to ignore the blood, as the pain pushed her
into an orgasmic crest of pleasure.

Mousemuncher, in an act of desperation, attempted to gather his resolve,
stand, and flee. Pleebert noticed his movements and quickly lifted him up,
slamming his back over her knee. She sat down beside his paralyzed form,
sipping at a skin of Elfblood.

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Chapter 5

Pleebert in the looking glass (Finding familiarity)
Added Fri Jul 31 20:25:31 2009 at level 41:

Pleebert was wandering around the Orc village, enjoying the morbid scenery.
As she rounded a corner, she heard soft whimpering coming from a dark area
and waddled her way towards it. She saw, in the darkness, the intense young
orc that she had taken note of while lecturing about orc 'biological
warfare'. He was grinning to himself as he kicked at a wounded rat. It was
obvious that he had been torturing the small creature for quite a while, and
had taken his time wounding it(as not to kill it). Pleebert attempted to
stifle a chuckle, but it caught his attention.

"What yous laughin at, HAG!" The young boy shrieked at her.
Pleebert's grin widened at the nerve of this orc child. Stepping towards him
and making sure she was flexing, she stated "You tink you can calls da
Butcher Girl a hag and get away with it?".
Smirking and retorting immediately, the boy replied "No, I think I can call
YOU a hag and get away with it."

Faster than the child could react, Pleebert darted towards him and lifted him
up in the air, holding his neck with a single hand. She started laughing,
enjoying that this orc child was so raucous, it reminded her of herself.
Glaring directly into his eyes, she motioned towards the rat in the corner
"Why yuh beatin up dis little rat, ya whelp?"

The young orc, despite the fact that he appeared to be gasping for breath, he
seemed emphatic about showing how tough he was. Forcing some air through his
constrained throat, he said "Cause...it...reek...like...Pleebert..."

Enjoying the interaction and insults, she threw the child against the rocky
wall, feeling pleasure go through her as he yelped in pain.
"Dats all ya got? COME ON, OLD HAG! That just tickled me!".

Blinking innocently, thinking she was staring into a mirror, she broke into a
wide smile. "Butcher Girl gunna take yuh under her wing. Me like you. You got
da fury of the Shig-Ru in you."

The young boy crossed his arms childishly and mumbled to himself. After a
short bit of what seemed to be thinking, he nodded at her. Before moving to
follow her, he sprinted towards the crumpled form of the rat and landed
another vicious kick to its ribs. Seeming content with the pain coming from
the animal, he moved to follow Pleebert.

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Chapter 6

Feelings about the Divine and how to deal with them.
Added Fri Jul 31 20:23:25 2009 at level 41:

Gods were all right, in Pleebert's book(Not that orcs know how to read), as
long as they were on her side. They were things of great power, which scared
Pleebert. Orcs, as their culture worked, were always afraid of things more
powerful than themselves. Gods, though, invoked a different kind of fear in
Pleebert. It was a fear of retribution, not random aggression, and it was
definitely not a fear that made her want to serve them.

Though she was fearful of these all powerful beings, her fright did not deter
her from attempting to piss off the Gods of the light. There had been many
times where, in front of Corrlaan's Archon at his shrine, she would drop trou
and empty her bowels on the ground as a form of desecration. More than once
had she pissed in Rayihn's bath-waters. Her only fear came from, when
interacting with the divine, that she would bite off more than she could
chew. She would gladly trade with them, sure - Maybe some steaks, corpses, or
items for whatever favor she could gain(This was the same trading style used
in the Grinning Skull Village) but she was afraid that she would be pulled
TOO deep into interaction with the Gods, that she would be forced permanently
in their service.

Gods of the Light were something she would never deal with, and she would
much rather just slaying their followers and pissing in their temples. Gods
of the Dark were something she was deeply afraid of, being as their deals
normally consisted around following a certain behavior(else they would smite
you). She much enjoyed the idea of benefitting from deals with the divine,
but was always careful never to step too deep into the "heavenly pool".

The Gods were known for their Machiavellian tendencies and their attraction
to interfering with mortals. It was understandable that the divine were
amused with little mortal play-things, but Pleebert thought of herself as
more than a toy. She was a Desecrator of The Holy. A bringer of fear and
Darkness. She was something that any dark force, wishing to expand its
politics in the mortal realm, should want on their side. The thought that a
God would think himself better than her, and would want to toy with her just
for amusement, enraged her. The idea of a bargain with a God appealed to her
immensely, but simply being a worthless toy with no potential was something
she abhorred.

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Chapter 7

Lecturing about the immune system and how to work it like a muscle.
Added Fri Jul 31 20:22:20 2009 at level 41:

Her boots slosh around in the mud as Pleebert paced back and forth in front
of a group of Orc children. All of them, wearing similar regalia consisting
of a single large piece of cloth, were fiddling in the muck while listening
to Pleebert lecture.

"Yer immune system. Dat tha thing dat fights yer diseases and stuff. Is like
a bunch of tiny orcies in yer body dat fight off invading hordes of bacteria
stuffs. Now here be what I gunna teach yous. Yous need ta work yer immune
system thing(me call it Orcy System from now ons) like it be a muscle. Now
tell Butcher Girl, ya whelps, how ya get big muscles?"

The children all answered in unison, their piercing orcish voices making a
cacophonous blare, "BY WORKIN THEM!".

"Yuh" Pleebert replied, "By workin dem. Want big muscle? Lift big things. Dis
is why we got Mamlauks. Dem been liftin big things all them lives and so dey
adapted ta doing it even better. Just like muscles need workin ta get strong,
yer Orcy System needs da same thing. Dis be our secret. Most people of Thera
tries ta avoid getting sick and them run from diseases. We better then dat.
We embrace disease en conquer it like an Elf Town. We break tha spine of
bacteria en make them be our slaves. This be why us is better dan ALL
Therans. They think we dumb! WE SEE WHO IS DUMB ONES WHEN THEY BE DEAD!"

"Dead! Dead! Dead!" the children began to chant. One child in particular
seemed transfixed by the mob chanting, and was very vehement in screaming
"DEAD DEAD DEAD!" Pleebert felt as if she were staring in a mirror.

"Soummm..so" Pleebert stuttered and yet tried to continue, flicking puss
from her gums while speaking "Don't hide from sickness. Embrace it. Wield it
like eh weapon. Get every disease ya can in yer body. Becoming a walkin
Pussgut like Pleebert. Make yer body eh factory fer sickness, a breedin den
of death. If ya strike yer enemy and them run, let dem die from tha rottings
they catch from you."

Glaring at the children in front of her, and slightly smirking, she
considered her thought process a great achievement. She was the Butcher Girl.
She would butcher the living with weapons AND disease, but even death would
not save her enemies from her. Though the life may have left their bodies,
she would butcher the corpse for more pleasure. While looking at the
children, particularly the intense little orc, she felt something in her that
she wasn't familiar with. It was something that almost made her mad for
feeling it, though she couldn't quite identify what exactly it was.

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Chapter 8

An analysis of Orc hygiene.
Added Tue Jul 28 21:00:41 2009 at level 41:

Pleebert was a master at biological warfare. Though the Orc's style was much
more crude than the technique itself sounds. Rather than cast plague spells
on enemies, rob them of their sight via magic, and so on ; Orcs instead just
allowed their natural bacteria to deal with their enemies for them.

It is known, throughout Thera, that one should never kiss an orc. The idea
behind not sharing contact with the orcs is not purely due to abhorring their
dark nature, as most would imagine. Orcs are actually covered with more
bacteria and viruses than a month-old, daily used bathroom trench. How is it
possible for a single being, being so filled with rampant diseases, to move
around? This question is answered much more easily by an analogy than a
detailed explanation. Just as Fire Giants, due to their heritage, are
resistant to things of heat - Orcs are resistant to things of infestation.
Their lifestyle and heritage is filled with living in locations with
prevalent moisture and rodents, forcing the Orcs to(rather than exterminate
the rodents, per say, or cure the diseases) adapt to live with the issues.

This is why, when Therans near Orcs(especially Pleebert), they find
themselves catching random sicknesses. Theran's bodies, though they may be
stout and resilient due to adventure or training, have never prepared
themselves for the biological warfare that Orcs find themselves naturally
skilled in.

Pleebert takes advantage of this weakness by bloodsteeping before every
battle - Giving her proximity and strikes more of a chance to share the
diseases with opponents. That way, even if Pleebert is forced to flee the
battle, her opponents find themselves damaged, weakened, and perhaps dead
even after routing Pleebert.

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Chapter 9

Pleebert considering Order/Law/Tribunal. Graspings of intelligence from an Orc brain.
Added Tue Jul 28 09:15:18 2009 at level 41:

Pleebert viewed the law with a certain bias. It was great and marvelous when
it protected her, but stupid and ridiculously dumb when it was against her.
Though she was never really a part of 'society', she did have a few opinions
about it.

Society, she thought, was simply a way for the Law to force you to act a
certain way. The way they would convince you to do what they wanted was not
something she liked, as it worked the same style as the Empire. They would
give you things to lose, being as the more you have the less you'd like to
lose it. The idea, Pleebert thought, was that the Law was not strong, so they
had to condition and deceive people. The Grinning Skulls had a much more
effective and intelligent method. If you were weak you groveled, if you were
strong you rule the weaklings. It wasn't based upon what you had to lose; it
was based on pure unadulterated strength.

How then, Pleebert pondered, could people actually want to join the law? You
give yourself too much to lose; you limit yourself from doing many fun
activities - Such as surprising an Elf in his guild by bashing him to death.
What was it, then, that would stimulate someone to be a Magistrate? Was it
power? Was it protection? Pleebert, being an orc, had a hard time gripping
any explanation in detail, so she settled it with a simple phrase. "Law is
stupid dumb faces".

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Chapter 10

Orc Intelligence vs Elven Morals
Added Sun Jul 26 16:09:41 2009 at level 41:

Pleebert stood in Galadon, pushing her senses to see what prey were nearby
her. Hiding and whimpering in a guild not too far away was Mestrikia the
elven mage. Pleebert grinned to herself, gripping her weapons tightly in her
hands. This was a good chance for fresh adventurer Elf-blood, which was
usually rather rare to come by. Pleebert attempted to weaken the resolve of
Mestrikia, hoping that would taunt the frail Elf from his Guild, to no avail.


Then Pleebert did something that not many orcs are prone to do. She took a
moment, and thought. Rather than slamming herself up against his guild-guard,
she let her rage lay latent, just for a moment, to gather her thoughts. The
things that went through Pleebert's mind are as follows:

1) Mestrikia is stupid Elf.
2) Stupid Elf like dem stupid moral things.
3) If like morals more den own life, Pleebert need threaten morals.
4) So all Pleebert gotta do is guilt da Elf, by action and not words, ta
get him ta come out.

Pleebert, attempting to use her crude guile, told the Elf a single thing. "If
you not come out and accept yer death, me smash all da nice citizens of
Orcadon*".

Having sent the warning, Pleebert immediately ransacked citizens of the city.
Innocent travelers were cleaved in half. Poor puppies that were licking the
ground for food found their spines broker. Sad little girls suddenly had very
squashed heads. Gathering all of her bloody spoils, she threw them at the
entrance of the Elf's guild and began to walk away, thinking that she would
need to kill more before the Elf was provoked.

As Pleebert turned, a lightning bolt slammed in to her back. Grinning as her
skin began to crack from the energy strike, she turned to face the Mestrikia
the Elf invoker who had left his guild due to guilt. The following battle was
extremely quick and simple, and a corpse was at Pleebert's feet in moments.

This surprising victory over the Elf made Pleebert much more confident about
her intelligence. She was sure, now, that Tremblefist had named her Butcher
Girl for a reason. For the next few days she bragged about her conquest over
the Elf, citing that it was a perfect example of why Orcs are not only the
strongest, but the smartest race. Elves, too, can be broken - Just use their
morals against them.


*Orcadon - Orcadon is a common reference to Galadon by Orcs who frequent the
city. The phrase originated as a partial joke among Orc Tribesman over who
really ruled the city: The Magistrates or the Orcs. The answer was decided,
obviously, that Orcs ruled Galadon. Shortening the phrase to make it simple
to yell in people's faces, Orcs now simply refer to it as 'Orcadon'.

Role

Chapter 11

Butcher Girl
Added Sat Jul 25 15:45:49 2009 at level 41:

Pleebert Pussgut stood, alone, outside of Tremblefist's Hut. Slightly
smirking, she shouted towards the entrance, "Pleebert can enter?". Her
outfit, much more 'shiny' than it had been in a while, had been gathered from
many corpses that she had created on her way. Weapons, her common held items,
were not in her hands - But rather an enormous, dripping, rancid smelling
sack.

"Yuh, enter!" Tremblefist barked.

Entering the hut, Pleebert drooled as she said "Me brought you dat gift me
promised". Swinging the heavy sack forward, she let the contents spill out on
the ground. Now scattered upon the floor of the hut were assorted make-shift
meats from various races and people. There were feather-mixed arial steaks,
hairy fire giant steaks, slightly blue storm giant steaks, and so on.

Tremblefist, seeing this tribute and feast, grinned widely. "Me sees you kept
yer word. From now on, you be my Butcher Girl. Seems even with enemy dead,
you not done with body, and that now be known."

Pleebert nodded contentedly, feeling smug appreciation of herself swell
through her mind. Her return to the clan had done nothing but bring good
things her way. She had reached adaptation, and now even had a title bestowed
upon her by Tremblefist himself.

These improvements, though, brought her to question certain aspects of her
life. She had slain many, bashed more, and taunted even more people. What
else was there? It wasn't that she was bored of her lifestyle, nor was it
that she didn't like what she had received. Instead, it is rather analogous
to a child getting his first bite of cake . . . .He wants more. It seemed like the
more she killed, the more she raged, the more she struck fear into the hearts
of Therans, that she only wanted more and better. She had a special place
among the Orcs, now, as Tremblefist's butcher girl. Yes, it was a great
accomplishment - But she still wanted more. She wanted a special pace among
ALL Therans. A place as a nightmare, a beast, and an idea. She wanted to be
more than just an Orc you could be wary of, she wanted to be the thought that
would cause shivers in orphans. Power, fame, wealth, and more bloodshed. She
wanted more.

Role

Chapter 12

Returning to the Grinning Skulls
Added Fri Jul 24 20:03:29 2009 at level 41:

After ransacking the Elven army with the group of Orcs she had found,
Pleebert was brought back to the Grinning Skull clan as a champion among
Orcs. Tossing her random armors found on the corpses of the fallen, they
dressed her decently and directed her towards Tremblefist's hut.

Entering the Hut, Pleebert's eyes were stung by the smell of rancid flesh and
smoke. As she went to open her mouth, she found nothing but silence escaping
it as the raw dark force that was Tremblefist stared directly at her. Pulling
a vial from his robes, he threw it at her. "Drink" his raspy voice commanded.
"Unleash the true fury of the Shig-ru".

Raising the brew to her lips and pouring the liquid into her mouth, her body
convulsed. All of her muscles contracted, causing her to fall on the floor
and seizure. Her mind, racked with the same pain as her body, suddenly felt a
new insight to her rage. That fire, that hate, that rage that had resided in
her before felt much more furious - It was engulfing every aspect of her
being.

"Rise now, Pleebert Pussgut" Tremblefist commanded, "You now wield da fury of
tha Shig-Ru. Make Thera shake in fear!".
Standing on shaky feet, Pleebert forced herself to speak
"Why..call.Pussg-", Pleebert vomited loudly and copiously on the ground.
"HAA HAA! Now you see why me is Clan Shaman." Tremblefist teased.

Leaving the Hut, Pleebert felt her strength and health renewed. That time in
torture had done nothing but strengthen her resolve and increase her rage.
Tremblefist, she knew, had just helped to unleash her inherent, but latent,
fury. She owed him for that. Now content with her adaptation, Pleebert
planned to bring Tremblefist a feast of tasty steaks from Dwarves, Elves, and
any other race she could find. The fury of the Grinning Skulls would become
known, and Pleebert planned to strike fear into the heart of every Theran to
meet that goal.

Role

Chapter 2

Smashing a Mousemuncher and dirtying her boots.
Added Thu Aug 20 19:29:42 2009 at level 46:

Peering at the still paralyzed figure, Pleebert spoke to Mousemuncher in a
tone that sounded much too loving for a hardened orc.
"You know, was bad idea try show up momma."
The youth partially convulsed, attempting to get some kind of message across.

"Not bother movin, Mousehumper. You stupid. Will just hurt yer broken bones
more."
Pleebert grunted, glaring angrily at Mousemuncher.
"Listen ta Momma. Me doin this fer you own goods.....Well, not really. Me
doin this fer my good, not yers at all. You tried ta take Momma's place
insteada' stayin her baby. Same ting happen if tries show up Overlord
Grobbak. Not smart."

The large Orc Momma stood up, resting a heavy boot on the head of
Mousemuncher. "Maybe ya coulda becomed Pussgut, but instead you decide be
stupid, try show Momma up", Pleebert said as she increased the weight of her
foot on Mousemuncher's skull.

"Now it time fer famous Momma face-dance!"
Howling in both anguish and pleasure, Pleebert stomped repeatedly on
Mousemuncher's head, crushing his skull and brains underneath her heavy
boots. She continued stomped long after his head turned into mush, as if she
was attempting to leave no evidence that he had ever been one of her own
Babies.

Stopping her crushing onslaught on the leftovers of her opponent's head, she
frowned slightly. She stepped away from the corpse, looking back only once.
The fading sun's romantic light cast deep shadows on the surrounding foliage.
Looking towards the last rays of light, Pleebert grunted. As she went to take
a step, she suddenly stopped and lifted up her foot, looking at the bottom of
her shoes. "Ewww. Momma gunna need some new fashionabalistic boots. Dese all
gross."

Role

Chapter 1

Pleebert aging. More and more like a Momma.
Added Thu Aug 20 19:32:16 2009 at level 46:

Pleebert had aged. While she had been a vibrant, vicious, and raucous
Butcher Girl in her youth, she was now a Big Momma. This, marginally, changed
her priorities. She would find herself assisting younger orcs, protecting her
babies, and acting in an extremely defensive way rather than charging at
every village or innocent she saw nearby. It wasn't that she had lost her
fervor or any of her rage, but rather that her health had deteriorated.
Rather than let herself become useless and become a simple breeding tool, she
strove to hold her place as a strong Orc of the Clan.

As she had become a Mother figure towards the younger orcs, she had done more
than simply gear them sufficiently to be strong orcs - She had taught them
and raised their spirits. Rather than be a purely individualistic berserker
of the Clan, she instead strove to improve the strength of the clan overall.
This wasn't a show of benevolence, as she also benefitted from having strong,
fresh, young, and confident allies willing to charge into battle under the
flag of "Momma".

Out of the young berserkers, two stood out to Pleebert. Bognok and Paowo.
Paowo was a whelp with no tongue who had difficulty expressing himself with
language, but was fluent in expression through the fury of combat and
slaughter. Bognok was an ambitious young orc who strived to become one of the
greatest Shig-Ru(Though obviously not as great as Pleebert, because she might
have to kill him). Both expressed the desire to join Pleebert's direct family
in becoming Pussguts. Being a Big Momma, Pleebert would accept no weaklings
into her name and required both of them to pay her in bloodshed for the honor
of sharing the name. Having seen vicious things from them both, Pleebert
agreed to accept them under the Pussgut name and sent a missive to Grobbak
and Tremblefist in hopes to have them adopted.

While this lifestyle might not be as bloodfilled as her current occupation as
Butcher Girl, it was still blood-filled enough to sate her rage.

Immortal Comments

Sun Jun 28 11:21:10 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 24 (15 hrs):
An Immortal added 1000 exp for: Role - growing up orc. Hints at some event that changed her life, but isn't mentioned.

Thu Jul 2 16:59:53 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 27 (23 hrs):
An Immortal added 400 exp for: Role update - captured by gnomes, we now hate them and want them extinguished from Thera.

Sat Jul 11 12:01:37 2009 by 'Thror' at level 40 (68 hrs):
Tasked to kill in the name of Naz, Thrak and the Shaman of the Tribe. Rewards are a plenty if he and Dakazhul can make the tribe stronger.

Fri Jul 17 17:15:49 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 40 (74 hrs):
An Immortal added 800 exp for: Seems like a continuation of the previous. Good read.

Wed Jul 22 20:45:21 2009 by 'Rayihn' at level 41 (87 hrs):
100 Given temp title for bringing Tremblefist lots of steaks from people she's killed.

Fri Jul 24 13:56:51 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (93 hrs):
An Immortal added 400 exp for: Role update - She escaped from those evil gnomes and ran to find the other orcs. She likes the naked swinging limbs tactic. A side note, thinking about Kobolds being tossed through the air was funny.

Sat Jul 25 12:37:29 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (97 hrs):
An Immortal added 800 exp for: Invigorated after returning from victory against elves. Tremblefist gives Pleebert a brew to strengthen resolve.

Wed Jul 29 19:34:49 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (125 hrs):
An Immortal added 800 exp for: Role updates - using guilt to get what we want, our thoughts on Tribs/law, and personal hygiene.

Sat Aug 1 16:29:26 2009 by 'Iunna' at level 41 (131 hrs):
Not the brightest moment for this character, IMHO: Pleebert says 'FUCK YOU'

Sun Aug 2 18:25:10 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 41 (141 hrs):
An Immortal added 800 exp for: We adopted a whelp?

Mon Aug 10 14:56:24 2009 by 'Grobbak' at level 43 (150 hrs):
Pleebert: Dat what sow does, yuh! Keep babies strong! So titled Big Momma Orc!

Thu Aug 13 14:46:28 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 43 (155 hrs):
An Immortal added 1500 exp for: First tier winner in the Aug. 2009 role contest. Awarded Calming the tempest, gnome hatred and some con.

Sat Aug 15 16:25:37 2009 by 'Daevryn' at level 43 (166 hrs):
Sometimes I think I could make Pleebert drastically tougher by taking away her spinebreaker skill, so she would actually flee/quaff when almost dead. :(

Thu Aug 20 09:24:41 2009 by 'An Immortal' at level 46 (200 hrs):
An Immortal added 400 exp for: More adventures of our adopted whelp.

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Gank-O-Meter

Total PK Wins	68
Total PK Assists	28
Average Group Size Per Kill	1.61

Death's Gank-O-Meter says: Somewhat Ganky

Average Group Size Per Death

1.30

Death's Ganked-O-Meter says: Murdered By The Self-Reliant

PK Statistics

PK Statistics

Total PK Wins	68 (3 at level 49)
Total PK Losses	82
Total Mob Deaths	6
# of Assassination Deaths	4

PK Wins by Class
VS. transmuter	1
VS. warrior	28
VS. paladin	3
VS. anti-paladin	3
VS. assassin	10
VS. ranger	3
VS. invoker	10
VS. necromancer	2
VS. bard	3
VS. conjurer	2
VS. berserker	1
VS. shapeshifter	2

PK Wins by Cabal
VS. None	45
VS. FORTRESS	5
VS. BATTLE	10
VS. HERALD	2
VS. EMPIRE	4
VS. TRIBUNAL	2

PK Wins by Align
VS. Good	35
VS. Neutral	16
VS. Evil	17

PK Deaths by Class
VS. transmuter	3
VS. thief	1
VS. warrior	43
VS. paladin	2
VS. anti-paladin	6
VS. assassin	9
VS. ranger	2
VS. invoker	1
VS. bard	3
VS. druid	3
VS. conjurer	2
VS. shapeshifter	7

PK Deaths by Cabal
VS. None	22
VS. FORTRESS	17
VS. OUTLANDER	7
VS. BATTLE	22
VS. EMPIRE	2
VS. NEXUS	6
VS. TRIBUNAL	6

PK Deaths by Align
VS. Good	26
VS. Neutral	37
VS. Evil	19

Skill List

Level 33	offhand grapple	1%
Level 34	fashion war banner	63%
Level 35	trample	82%
Level 35	enslave	84%
Level 35	rush	87%
Level 36	bully	100%
Level 39	track prey	1%
Level 40	desecration	1%
Level 40	set snares	83%
Level 40	willbreaker	100%
Level 43	pillage	80%
Level 45	masochism	87%
Level 48	dash	1%
Level 48	punt	80%
Level 50	overrun	1%
Level 51	assemble horde	1%
Level 51	demand tribute	1%
Level 51	rally forces	1%

Skill List

Level 1	axe	100%
Level 1	dagger	100%
Level 1	flail	93%
Level 1	mace	100%
Level 1	polearm	80%
Level 1	spear	75%
Level 1	sword	100%
Level 1	whip	88%
Level 1	enhanced damage	100%
Level 1	hand to hand	94%
Level 1	recall	100%
Level 2	dirt kicking	81%
Level 2	improved compare	78%
Level 2	elbow	1%
Level 3	knee	1%
Level 3	metal armor use	91%
Level 4	kick	1%
Level 5	trip	91%
Level 5	fast healing	100%
Level 5	forced march	84%
Level 6	berserk	88%
Level 6	parry	99%
Level 7	fallback	86%
Level 7	bone armor use	77%
Level 8	aim	95%
Level 8	scavenging	90%
Level 9	cheap shot	100%
Level 10	second attack	100%
Level 10	warcry	100%
Level 12	light armor use	80%
Level 14	hide	100%
Level 15	bash	100%
Level 15	dual wield	100%
Level 15	exsanguinate	74%
Level 16	dodge	91%
Level 17	thrust	1%
Level 18	butcher	98%
Level 19	toughness	100%
Level 19	slice	1%
Level 20	third attack	100%
Level 20	shield cleave	1%
Level 20	headbutt	79%
Level 20	pen	1%
Level 21	charge	1%
Level 22	bloodletting	79%
Level 22	pierce	1%
Level 23	crushing assault	100%
Level 24	lash	1%
Level 25	steal	1%
Level 25	bloodsteep	98%
Level 26	war shout	89%
Level 26	evade	80%
Level 27	spinebreaker	94%
Level 28	last stand	78%
Level 29	opportunity strike	81%
Level 29	ingest spoils	77%
Level 29	regurgitate	67%
Level 30	demoralize	100%
Level 30	grapple weapon	1%
Level 31	pin	1%
Level 32	savage feeding	100%

Edges

Bully's Confidence
Opportunistic Carnivore
Demon in the Woodpile
Compact Frame
Goadmaster
Vital Strikes
Gnome Hatred

Statistics

Experience Breakdown

Experience from Cabal raiding	2400
Experience from Skill improvements	12287
Experience from Exploration	5000
Experience from Quests	6200
Experience from Commerce	3405

Adventuring Statistics

Character Created	Mon Jun 22 19:56:54 2009
Quests Completed	15
Exploration Points Found	14
Bonus Experience from Immortals	6900
(WANTED) Criminal	8 times
% of lifetime in the wilderness	25 %
% of lifetime in the cities	27 %
% of lifetime in the Inn of the Eternal Star	0 %

Mob Deaths

Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|The Battlefield|a large guard by slash
Aug 1, 2009 |Lv 41|The Seaport of Hamsah Mu'tazz|Captain Rivinya Morgraar by surge of water
Aug 17, 2009|Lv 46|Galadon|the gate guard by pierce

Timeline

Tue Jun 23 17:43:03 2009 at level 20 (2 hrs):
Pleebert advanced to level 20 <PK: 2-0>

Sat Jul 4 09:50:48 2009 at level 30 (31 hrs):
Pleebert advanced to level 30 <PK: 9-4>

Tue Jul 7 08:20:02 2009 at level 40 (56 hrs):
Pleebert advanced to level 40 <PK: 13-10>

Leveling History

Jun 22, 2009|Lv 2 |Hr 0 |2 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 3 |Hr 0 |4 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 4 |Hr 0 |5 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 5 |Hr 0 |5 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 6 |Hr 0 |6 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 7 |Hr 0 |7 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 8 |Hr 0 |8 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 9 |Hr 1 |9 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 10|Hr 1 |10 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 11|Hr 1 |11 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 12|Hr 1 |12 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 13|Hr 1 |10 Artenno, 13 Groomp,
Jun 22, 2009|Lv 14|Hr 1 |11 Artenno, 14 Groomp,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 15|Hr 2 |16 Groomp,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|Hr 2 |17 Groomp,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 17|Hr 4 |17 Groomp,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 18|Hr 4 |6 Mugragra, 18 Groomp,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 19|Hr 5 |19 Groomp, 9 Mugragra,
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 20|Hr 5 |20 Groomp, 11 Mugragra,
Jun 24, 2009|Lv 21|Hr 7 |
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 22|Hr 15 |21 Argoth, 21 Masigner,
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 23|Hr 16 |22 Argoth, 22 Masigner,
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 24|Hr 17 |23 Argoth, 23 Masigner,
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 25|Hr 18 |36 Groomp, 29 Feldu,
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 26|Hr 19 |36 Groomp, 30 Feldu,
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 27|Hr 19 |36 Groomp,
Jul 2, 2009 |Lv 28|Hr 28 |34 Lornis, 28 Roctrok,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 29|Hr 32 |25 Naedranna, 25 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 30|Hr 32 |26 Naedranna, 27 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 31|Hr 33 |27 Naedranna, 28 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 32|Hr 33 |29 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 33|Hr 35 |39 Ithe, 30 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 34|Hr 35 |40 Ithe, 31 Cimtiana,
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|Hr 35 |42 Groomp,
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 36|Hr 48 |33 Wushai, 35 Telethian,
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 37|Hr 49 |36 Telethian, 34 Roctrok,
Jul 6, 2009 |Lv 38|Hr 53 |44 Banag,
Jul 6, 2009 |Lv 39|Hr 54 |44 Banag, 47 Groomp,
Jul 7, 2009 |Lv 40|Hr 58 |47 Zatale,
Jul 19, 2009|Lv 41|Hr 76 |
Aug 6, 2009 |Lv 42|Hr 147|46 Baelkaf, 46 Kheor,
Aug 6, 2009 |Lv 43|Hr 148|47 Baelkaf, 46 Kheor,
Aug 15, 2009|Lv 44|Hr 171|41 Sklugb, 39 Tauros,
Aug 15, 2009|Lv 45|Hr 172|42 Sklugb, 40 Tauros,
Aug 16, 2009|Lv 46|Hr 174|43 Xiridis, 48 Baelkaf,
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 47|Hr 211|48 Jelsamina, 49 Glurgick,
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 48|Hr 211|49 Jelsamina, 49 Glurgick,
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 49|Hr 211|50 Glurgick, 50 Jelsamina,

PK Deaths

Jun 24, 2009|Lv 20|Akan|vs 1: Shadrist (100%,KB)
Jun 25, 2009|Lv 21|Eaststride Road|vs 1: Revilyn (100%,KB)
Jun 27, 2009|Lv 21|Galadon|vs 1: Ktabu (100%,KB)
Jul 3, 2009 |Lv 28|Akan|vs 1: Dardyn (100%,KB)
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Thirkus (100%,KB)
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Raavzohl (100%,KB)
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 35|Galadon|vs 1: Raavzohl (100%,KB)
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 35|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Gertabelle (100%,KB)
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 37|Bramblefield Road|vs 1: Revilyn (100%,KB)
Jul 6, 2009 |Lv 39|Copeham Inn|vs 1: Revilyn (100%,KB)
Jul 7, 2009 |Lv 40|The Dragon Sea|vs 1: Kurumim (100%,KB)
Jul 7, 2009 |Lv 40|The Kobold Warrens|vs 1: Zaruthral (100%,KB)
Jul 8, 2009 |Lv 40|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 1: Azlotrah (100%,KB)
Jul 8, 2009 |Lv 40|Bramblefield Road|vs 1: Azlotrah (100%,KB)
Jul 8, 2009 |Lv 40|Copeham Inn|vs 2: Zaruthral (20%,KB), Revilyn (79%)
Jul 11, 2009|Lv 40|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Melrauko (100%,KB)
Jul 16, 2009|Lv 40|The Eastern Road|vs 2: Kizzy (48%,KB), Xavus (51%)
Jul 16, 2009|Lv 40|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kizzy (100%,KB)
Jul 17, 2009|Lv 40|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kledvanad (100%,KB)
Jul 21, 2009|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 1: Bartholomeu (100%,KB)
Jul 21, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Kzardr (100%,KB)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Gantrok (100%,KB)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 2: Crufon (24%,KB), Invirda (75%)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 1: Jesmirov (0%,KB) *Assassinated*
Jul 23, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Kzardr (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Hyareth (0%,KB) *Assassinated*
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|Grinning Skull Village|vs 1: Kala (100%,KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Feanwyyn Weald|vs 3: Koad (7%,KB), Yaelin (47%), Thragor (45%)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 2: Zwi (13%,KB), Thragor (86%)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Zwi (100%,KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Thragor (100%,KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|The Dranettie Wood|vs 1: Holdora (100%,KB)
Jul 28, 2009|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|vs 1: Ungar (100%,KB)
Jul 28, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Ungar (100%,KB)
Jul 29, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Ungar (100%,KB)
Jul 29, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Laugash (100%,KB)
Aug 1, 2009 |Lv 41|Ysigrath|vs 1: Rohais (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|BattleRager Village|vs 1: Grimdorn (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Gawraash (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Khiiral (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|The Dwarf Forest|vs 1: Khiiral (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Khiiral (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|The Kobold Warrens|vs 1: Kegren (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Galadon|vs 1: Kegren (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Silverwood|vs 2: Kegren (26%,KB), Nyridia (73%)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Silverwood|vs 1: Zunth (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Copeham Inn|vs 2: Kegren (90%,KB), Nyridia (9%)
Aug 4, 2009 |Lv 41|The Eastern Road|vs 1: Kegren (100%,KB)
Aug 12, 2009|Lv 43|Galadon|vs 1: Fiddengudge (100%,KB)
Aug 13, 2009|Lv 43|Galadon|vs 1: Slorinek (0%,KB) *Assassinated*

PK Wins

Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|Forest of NoWhere|Varelenn vs 2: Groomp (31%,KB), Pleebert (68%)
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|Forest of NoWhere|Malcairad vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|Galadon|Varelenn vs 2: Pleebert (31%), Groomp (68%, KB)
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|The Past Grove|Ihvamar vs 2: Groomp (40%,KB), Pleebert (59%)
Jun 23, 2009|Lv 16|Galadon|Feldu vs 2: Groomp (52%), Pleebert (47%, KB)
Jun 27, 2009|Lv 21|Upper Cragstone|Ulthuar vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jun 27, 2009|Lv 21|The North Road|Meichelle vs 2: Pleebert (31%,KB), Ktabu (68%)
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 27|Moudrilar's Monastery|Dumbar vs 2: Groomp (28%), Pleebert (71%, KB)
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 27|The Eastern Road|Argoth vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jun 28, 2009|Lv 27|The Eastern Road|Neglith vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 2, 2009 |Lv 27|Hidden Forest|Anais vs 2: Roctrok (34%,KB), Pleebert (65%)
Jul 2, 2009 |Lv 27|The Eastern Road|Raavzohl vs 2: Pleebert (19%), Roctrok (80%, KB)
Jul 3, 2009 |Lv 28|Mount Calandaryl|Dardyn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 3, 2009 |Lv 28|Galadon|Dardyn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|Galadon|Giddertook vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|Galadon|Lhondhek vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 4, 2009 |Lv 35|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Raavzohl vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 5, 2009 |Lv 35|The Eastern Road|Gertabelle vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 6, 2009 |Lv 39|The Kobold Warrens|Salhalyn vs 2: Revilyn (0%,KB), Pleebert (100%) *Assassinated*
Jul 6, 2009 |Lv 39|The Eastern Road|Dumbar vs 3: Locen (8%,KB), Pleebert (18%), Mugragra (72%)
Jul 7, 2009 |Lv 40|Galadon|Volom vs 2: Pleebert (47%), Groomp (52%, KB)
Jul 8, 2009 |Lv 40|Outskirts of Galadon|Revilyn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 8, 2009 |Lv 40|Grinning Skull Village|Revilyn vs 2: Zaruthral (32%,KB), Pleebert (67%)
Jul 9, 2009 |Lv 40|Galadon|Deleirn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 11, 2009|Lv 40|Galadon|Hyareth vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 16, 2009|Lv 40|Galadon|Xavus vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 16, 2009|Lv 40|Outskirts of Galadon|Hyareth vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 19, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Revilyn vs 2: Orutra (3%), Pleebert (96%, KB)
Jul 20, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Revilyn vs 4: Quas (12%), Mreash (0%), Pleebert (54%, KB), Calbaseeti (33%)
Jul 20, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Dokren vs 2: Pleebert (60%,KB), Melrauko (39%)
Jul 20, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Eijikicho vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Bartholomeu vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Bramblefield Road|Ekech vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 22, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Hetapeen vs 2: Becalbray (74%,KB), Pleebert (25%)
Jul 23, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Kzardr vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 23, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Hetapeen vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 24, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Oethipius vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|BattleRager Village|Arawn vs 3: Gantrok (1%), Pleebert (98%, KB), Ktabu (0%)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Hewneck vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Arawn vs 2: Becalbray (61%,KB), Pleebert (38%)

PK Wins

Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|BattleRager Village|Arawn vs 2: Pleebert (27%,KB), Hyareth (72%)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Hewneck vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|Hewneck vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Feanwyyn Weald|Holandir vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Naheel vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Foltu vs 2: Pleebert (73%,KB), Gantrok (26%)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Aldvum vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 25, 2009|Lv 41|Copeham Inn|Valu vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Mestrikia vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|East Sumner's Road|Braenar vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|East Sumner's Road|Aldvum vs 2: Pleebert (31%), Becalbray (68%, KB)
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Oethipius vs 2: Ixralleinda (60%,KB), Pleebert (39%)
Jul 26, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Oethipius vs 2: Tanpolhin (55%), Pleebert (44%, KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Thragor vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Mestrikia vs 2: Pleebert (27%,KB), Ungar (72%)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Thragor vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 27, 2009|Lv 41|Galadon|Thragor vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 28, 2009|Lv 41|The Ashes of NoWhere|Vaez vs 2: Mestrikia (53%,KB), Pleebert (46%)
Jul 29, 2009|Lv 41|BattleRager Village|Gawraash vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Jul 29, 2009|Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Valu vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 1, 2009 |Lv 41|Grinning Skull Village|Rohais vs 2: Krliln (100%,KB), Pleebert (0%)
Aug 1, 2009 |Lv 41|The Drogran Hills|Graid vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 1, 2009 |Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Valu vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Galadon|Elkae vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Galadon|Ardmain vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Khiiral vs 2: Holandir (32%,KB), Pleebert (67%)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|Zefla vs 2: Pleebert (51%,KB), Kegren (48%)
Aug 2, 2009 |Lv 41|The Eastern Road|Nyridia vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 3, 2009 |Lv 41|The Violet Woodland|Mestrikia vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 5, 2009 |Lv 41|Outskirts of Galadon|Mestrikia vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 6, 2009 |Lv 43|The Eastern Road|Mestrikia vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 12, 2009|Lv 43|Grinning Skull Village|Faeghn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 13, 2009|Lv 43|Galadon|Polici vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 14, 2009|Lv 43|Galadon|Polici vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 15, 2009|Lv 43|The Eastern Road|Thilryn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 16, 2009|Lv 46|The Eastern Road|Kegren vs 3: Satoshi (19%), Arianzae (23%), Pleebert (57%, KB)
Aug 16, 2009|Lv 46|The Eastern Road|Faeghn vs 2: Pleebert (71%,KB), Gantrok (28%)
Aug 17, 2009|Lv 46|Galadon|Shillnaas vs 4: Pleebert (16%), Slorinek (17%), Tarleton (62%, KB), Umenth (3%)
Aug 17, 2009|Lv 46|Grinning Skull Village|Aelanu vs 2: Artenno (83%,KB), Pleebert (16%)
Aug 18, 2009|Lv 46|Feanwyyn Weald|Drekindythe vs 2: Faeghn (32%,KB), Pleebert (67%)
Aug 19, 2009|Lv 46|Galadon|Feordyn vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)

PK Wins

Aug 20, 2009|Lv 46|Forest Road|Grumbol vs 3: Pleebert (48%,KB), Srithra (36%), Xagu (14%)
Aug 20, 2009|Lv 46|Galadon|Kegren vs 2: Pleebert (38%), Kalisda (61%, KB)
Aug 20, 2009|Lv 46|Upper Cragstone|Naheel vs 2: Xagu (83%,KB), Pleebert (16%)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 46|The Eastern Road|Shevree vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 46|The Imperial Lands|Grumbol vs 2: Pleebert (22%,KB), Jelsamina (77%)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 49|Galadon|Polici vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 49|The Drogran Hills|Brillem vs 4: Pleebert (12%), Dakazhul (34%), Xagu (28%, KB), Lornis (24%)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 49|The Redhorn Mountains|Balten vs 3: Lornis (46%), Pleebert (8%), Xagu (44%, KB)
Aug 21, 2009|Lv 49|The Eastern Road|Brillem vs 3: Pleebert (27%), Xagu (65%, KB), Oethipius (7%)
Aug 23, 2009|Lv 49|Galadon|Shevree vs 2: Pleebert (23%), Umenth (76%, KB)
Aug 26, 2009|Lv 49|The Eastern Road|Alanzaro vs 3: Bognok (7%), Pleebert (9%), Xagu (82%, KB)
Aug 26, 2009|Lv 49|Grinning Skull Village|Rengorm vs 2: Pleebert (24%), Xagu (75%, KB)
Aug 26, 2009|Lv 49|Galadon|Rengorm vs 2: Victacar (32%), Pleebert (67%, KB)
Aug 26, 2009|Lv 49|The Eastern Road|Faeghn vs 3: Pleebert (22%), Srithra (14%), Dakazhul (62%, KB)
Aug 27, 2009|Lv 49|Desert of Araile|Grumbol vs 1: Pleebert (100%,KB)

Title History

Wed Jul 22 20:41:20 2009, level 41 (87 hrs):
Pleebert the Desecrator of the Most Holy, Tremblefists's Butcher Boy

Wed Jul 22 20:41:27 2009, level 41 (87 hrs):
Pleebert the Desecrator of the Most Holy, Tremblefists's Butcher Girl

Sun Aug 2 11:54:28 2009, level 41 (134 hrs):
Pleebert Pussgut the Desecrator of the Most Holy

Wed Aug 5 17:57:22 2009, level 41 (145 hrs):
Pleebert Pussgut the Desecrator of the Most Holy, Tremblefists's Butcher Girl

Mon Aug 10 14:53:27 2009, level 43 (150 hrs):
Pleebert Pussgut the Annihilator of Villages, Matron of the Clan

Mon Aug 10 14:54:50 2009, level 43 (150 hrs):
Pleebert Pussgut the Annihilator of Villages, Big Momma Orc