Chotan Torgud

[edit] Character General Tendencies Place Holder Rumors History/Timeline Annotations  Chotan Torgud Gender Futanari Race Au Ra Clan Xaela Citizenship Ul'dah Marital Status Single Occupation Gladiator Patron Deity Menphina Age 21 Orientation Homosexual This character article or section of a character article is a stub -- a small, but growing, work in progress. If you're the creator of this character, why not consider expanding it? The most WIP WIP ever. "General Aldynn, this is a great honor but I must confess I don't have any attire suitable to attend an audience with her Grace the Sultana." "Hmm. I don't think it's unfair to say that it is obvious that you are a stranger to our lands, do you perchance have access to the traditional garb of your people? That would suffice." "It would? Very well, if you are certain..." The Torgud tribe: This desert tribe does not wear any clothes, choosing instead to cover their bodies almost entirely in a white paint created from mud, lime, and bone meal. The paint helps to reflect the relentless desert sun. Death The midsummer sun was struggling to creep over the horizon on the steppe at the back of the four hundred warriors of the Torgud tribe who had lined themselves along a rise in the plain. Four hundred naked bodies glistening in the early morning heat, it was already oppressively hot. Four hundred warriors Chortan mused I've never seen so many warriors of our tribe in one place at one time. It was necessary, the Dotharl raiding bands had been attacking settlements on the fringes of their land for weeks and now, finally they had brought them to battle. They were clearly outnumbered and while the Dotharl were terrible foes they couldn't hope to beat the Torgud warriors. They would attack eventually anyway, they always did. The Torgud were in no hurry to meet them however, they held the top of the rise and were more than happy to stay there. Let the Dotharl come and break themselves on their shield-wall. If they tried to leave they could fetch their horses from where they were picketed and ride them down one at a time. As always the Torgud had dismounted to fight their similarly horseless foes. They would stand together so that the whole world could not overrun them. Chotan looked over at her partners in the shield-wall, Nergui to her right glared at her and pointedly avoided her gaze. The older woman disliked her intensely. Most of her peers disliked or distrusted her, she was the freak, the demon child or whatever other ideas their parents had whipped up in their heads and passed down to their children. Her body marked her out as something other and it's hard to hide your body when you don't have any clothes. If it hadn't been for the elders of the tribe she would have probably been left to die long ago. For the third time since she'd risen she checked to make sure the sword belt draped over her hips was still secure, her eyes sliding over the portentous body part, busying herself with the buckles of her belt to distract herself form thinking about Nergui's baleful glare. The elders had been convinced that she was a sign from the Dusk Mother. Quite what her birth had been meant to portend they couldn't say but they had been clear, no harm was to come to her, she was not to suffer any wilful neglect. So she'd grown in the normal way, learned to fight in a normal way, all while completely alone except for the elders who had saved her from a terrible fate. She'd had few friends but two dozen grandparents who had been dear companions and teachers to the your Au Ra but the gentle elders of her youth were all too quickly being replaced by the distrustful adults who had recoiled at the sight of her all those years ago. I suppose I'll soon lose my place among my tribe. The prospect saddened her but she'd understood it was inevitable since she'd been old enough to comprehend death and was resigned to her fate. One day she would be cast out of her tribe She looked again over the shield wall, they stood side-by-side their round shields and outstretched spears marked a line that the disorganised Dotharl could never cross. A murmur started somewhere in the middle of the wall, a few moments later Chotan heard what they where whispering about. The thunder of horses hooves from behind them. Reinforcements? Now? Why are they riding so close to the lines? Our horses aren't bred for war, they'll panic. She turned her head and her heart froze in her breast. She recognised the characteristic high saddle bows of the Goro. There must have been more than five score riders moving towards their position. "Don't panic," Nergui chided, "The Goro are our allies." "Allies we didn't send for." Chotan added unconvinced. Moments later a light hunting arrow shot from one of the Goro's bows pierced the shoulder of Nergui's lover Ogul dropping her from her place in the wall. "Mercenaries!" someone shouted, it made sense the Goro tribe was more than twice their size, it would not have been impossible to buy the honor of a handful of the horse riders from each settlement. In an instant the panicked Torgud warriors spun as one to face the new threat, raising shields and spears. The riders had no luck on their first pass they didn't even try to attack with their long lances, wheeling at the last moment and throwing ineffective missile weapons at the Torgud wall. A shout came out from down the wall, "Two lines! Two lines!" The meaning of the shout was lost on most of the warriors and came too late besides because at that moment the Dotharl rained down sling bullets and arrows on their exposed backs, breaking bones and piercing flesh. Panic set in among the warriors, they turned first from one threat and then to the other, unable to interpose their large shields at all the threats they were at risk from both. And then the horse riders were upon them. General Appearance Personality She is pragmatic, straight forward and earnest but while she might never let on her feelings are easily hurt. Likes Warm days. She has heard of snow but refuses to believe that anywhere could ever be that cold or that anyone would choose to live anywhere where it could happen. Dislikes All forms of clothing, especially armor. While she acknowledges the necessity of wearing armor and will use it she does so unwillingly. Her own body. Her unique body made her an outsider to her peers. Hobbies/Talents Unusually skilled with a sword for one of her people but relatively poor with a spear - the preferred weapon of her tribe. Other Sub entry Common Rumors Moderate Rumors Rare Rumors PC Rumors This is also a list

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