Unofficial Bios

[I Hate Atlaga]

Since it seems that WotC isn't going to update the official website, I decided to make a compendium of unofficial biographies for the post wave 8 figures. If you want to write one, just post it below. I'll update this post to include all the new ones. I will be writing some too. I'll try and have a list of all the figs up soon. If you have a finished one, I'll add it to this post. If you want to do one, just post below who you are going to do.
Wave 9
Capuan Gladiators

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The three warriors stand at the center of the arena, surrounded by the thundering cheers and catcalls of spectators. They know the must win this, or die. The huge gates slowly open, and pairs of large, gleaming eyes can be seen in the shadows. The crowd suddenly becomes silent. Whispers can be heard; "The African beasts!" "They're as good as dead..." "Lions?" The four huge felines leap directly at the gladiators. As the first is about to be slain, the body simply disappears. "Brother!" another yells out. He turns around, and is face to face with.....
The gladiator wakes up in a dark cave, next to his younger brother. Am I dead? he ponders... A strange winged man approaches him...

Mohican River Tribe

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Mohican River Tribe
A Mohican hunting party stalks through the chilly wilderness, surrounded by a pine forest, watching, listening for the animal that will feed them for the next few days. A deer walks along the slow, winding stream off to there left. The Mohicans creep towards it, but they are not the only one's hunting that day. A twig snaps behind them, and they freeze; slowly turning to the last thing they see. A blur of fur and fangs as a Mountain lion leaps down off a steep ledge. The hunters have been hunted.

Axegrinders of the Burning Forge

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Ogrum's

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face glows in the light of the hearth, surrounded by the sounds of hammers on steel... coated in sweat and ash, he swings down his hammer, pounding the blade of a sword to a sharp edge...
A loud knock resounds through the forge... Ogrum approaches the door, staring out the peep hole... he sees the faces of Evarn, the elf for whom he was constructing a sword... He hastily opens the door to welcome his friend... The dead elf's body falls away as the Anubian supporting it leaps indoors, slashing across Ogrum's Chest... He feels blood seeping across his chest as he hears the yells of his fellow dwarves... he blacks out...
Ogrum finds himself awake in a wet, cold cave. He recognizes the faces of the other blacksmiths, faces coated in ash and blood. Gaining his bearings, he notices a tall female elf leaning against the cave wall- Wait... Elves don't have.. wings

Omnicron Repulsors

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The small metal machines crawl slowly towards the prison. Their squat bodies made from the ruined husks and wires of fallen snipers. They are the resistance's last hope against the Soulborgs. They finally crest the hill and see Isadora below, on constant patrol by two Zettian Guards. The two lead repulsors' cannons open and, after a few seconds, close with nothing seeming to have happened. The repulsors continue their advance, the Zettians still standing but no longer alert.
They work their way towards the cells when, suddenly, all lights turn on and gunfire opens on all sides. The repulsors put up a good fight put are soon reduced to one. Warden 816 walks out into the room, "Well, well, well," he said, the noise like old gears grinding together. "What a pathetic attempt on the prisoners, the resistance is losing its touch." Just then, the last repulsor opens its cannon, and just before it is taken out, the warden collapses and disappears, along with the dead repulsors.

Marro Dividers

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A young Ashigaru trudged through the marsh, surrounded by foliage, mud and eleven of his comrades. A rustle is heard in a bush, and the soldiers freeze, waiting for an attack and..... nothing. They continue to march. A shadow flys by, and an harquebusier falls to the ground, nearly ripped in half. Soon, out of the trees, disgusting, skinless creatures emerge, brandishing claws at least two feet in length.... Marro! The young spearman stabs and lunges at the foul beasts, hacking them apart. The harquebusiers open fire, blasting easily through the flesh and bone of the enemies. In a matter of minutes, both parties are reduced to nothing, but for the lone spearman, who survived with a huge gash in his right arm. I must get out of here! he thinks... But he sees the torn apart Marro slowly, impossibly, regrowing out of the separate parts. He is now surrounded by a dozen of the beasts....

Protectors of Ullar
Brave Arrow
Kumiko

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Kumiko wove through the shadows until she came upon the thick sagebrush that surrounded the Utgarian camp. Orcs were rushing about, some getting ready for battle, some cooking raw meat for the others, and some sharpening blades and daggers. "Where's my food?!" Brunak bellowed. A skinny orc called back, "It's almost done. Just a minu-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Brunak charged up and gobbled him down, armor and all. This is going to be dangerous, Kumiko thought. But, that's just how I like it. Having such a lithe, flexible body, she twisted and turned until she was right in the middle of the bushes. Even though thorns snagged her arms and her braid was a ragged mess, she didn't move until the moment was right. And in a few seconds, it was.
Kumiko seemed to fly into the air. She jumped so high that to some, she might seem to pluck the sun right out of the sky. As she plummeted to the peaty soil beneath her, she angled her dagger straight down. Soon, it was embedded in Brunak's shoulder. She pulled it out to reveal the splintered bone that she had shattered on impact with his hefty arm.
Before anyone else could do or say anything, Kumiko was gone from the scene. A flash of blue somer-saulted through the air, then streaked out into the dense forest that surrounded the campsite.
Brunak roared in pain and rage. "Kill that ninja!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Migol Ironwill

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Migol Ironwill grips his hammer tightly as he looks at the horrible creatures below him. Skeleton like but with horrible pink flesh. Migol smiles grimly as he goes crawls toward the marro. He readies his magic hammer as they walk by him.

Tul-Bak-Ra

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Private Simmons sat with his comrade, Private Marshall, watching out into the dense jungle, feeling the creepy chill of night noises run down their spine. Every sound is a different beast, waiting to kill them. Private Simmons suddenly drew a wheezy breath, and Marshall spun towards him. Standing behind them was a Marro with a odd helmet and two large metal objects resting on his shoulders. He was sending waves of mental enegy into the dying soldier. Private Marshall fired his rifle quickly, scoring a wound on the monsters right leg. Suddenly, three marro appeared from out of no where, their blades digging deep into the two soldiers. They fell quietly, and the Marro continued their bloody mission throughout the Alliance's outpost.

Atlaga the Kyrie Warrior

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Atlaga, a young Protector, took cover behind a crumbling gravestone, pulling his Viper comrade out of the line of fire. Searching for the reptile's pulse, he found none, a tossed the creature aside. He tentatively touched his fingers to the wound in his own left shoulder, and saw blood them as he pulled them back. He and the other forces of Ullar had been trying to hold this post for days now, but were only being pushed back further and further by the Utgarian soulborgs. He knew there was no way the other Protectors could stop the huge Deathwalker that was rocketing the troops to oblivion. He tried to stand up, steadying himself on a small tree- Wait he thought Is this- it is! Witherwood! He tore off a small branch from the bottom, and attack the tip from one of his crossbow bolts to it. It is time.
He flew out from behind the gravestone, pulling out his crossbow, shooting Rats left and right, regardless of his injury. He decimated the soulborgs, tearing through heir armor with incredible skill. Inspired by this, the other Protectors leaped to to the front lines to join him, crushing the enemies like child steps on an ant. As the last of the enemies were being eliminated, Atlaga noticed the Deathwalker 9000 off in the distance raise his weapon, readying a rocket. I will NOT allow this! Atlaga thought as he lowered the Witherwood bolt into his crossbow, aiming for the small opening between the behemoth's head and body. Twap! Direct hit.
Atlaga turned in time to see his General, tall and mighty, walking towards him. "Atlaga, is it?" Ullar questioned. "I believe you deserve a promotion."

Wave 10
Nerak
Sir Hawthorne

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The Black Lord of Dragonharrow stood upon a grassy knoll, leading on his troop of the loyal knigts of Weston toward Utgar's foul summoning grounds on the rumors of a new monstrosity arriving. The gritty black helmet of Sir Hawthorne was open just enough for his fellow soldiers to see the slight grimace on his face, as he beheld the skeletal warriors in tarnished full plate below him. Suddenly, on an unseen command, the group of undead knights turned and charged the hill, killing every opposing knight there - except for the traitor Hawthorne, who was stabbing his blade into the backs of his former companions as they looked to him for help. The Black Knight serves a new general now.

Elite Onyx Vipers

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Krack Kaw, Krack Kaw! A squadron of the living artillery known as Marro Stingers bombard Ullar's forest stronghold. A bystander would have watched as hundreds of Ullar's vipers fell in a mess of plasma and bone, their hard-hitting tactics useless aganinst range. Such a bystander might also notice a few certain vipers, their scales black and grey instead of the usual green. These vipers could be seen moving quickly, in synchronity with each other, and any plasma blast aimed at them would be dodged again and again. These onyx vipers, gifted with a unique ability, would soon be seen to overrun the Marro position and, in a frenzied rage, eliminate them all.

Quasatch Hunters
Granite Guardians

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Goblins clambored up the rugged side of the mountain, towards a large encampment of Aquilla's forces, where they planned to meet up with the Marro army for an ambush. As the first wave managed to near the peak, the rocks surrounding them began to... move? Impossible!
But the rocks DID move, and they stood up to form the Granite Guardians, only to began slamming back down the cliffside , crushing goblins and burying them beneath the rubble. The goblins scurried left and right, up and down the cliffside, their small weapons barely even scratching the rock hard armor of the enemy. Soon, only a lone goblin remained.Oh, dear... I shall inform Utgar at once... he chattered to himself.

Battle for the Underdark
Darrak Ambershard

Erevan Sunshadow
Ana Karithon
Tandros Kreel
Feral Troll

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Silently, the Warriors of Ashra sped throughout the upper tunnels of the Underdark. Sent to deliver a message of upmost importance to the Consul of the Alliance, they were the most elite of their kind. They came upon a small cavern in which a small pool had formed. They stopped for just a minute to readjust their equipment and to drink some of the water. As they completed their chores, they were oblivious to the small ripples coursing across the pool. In an instance, a massive green beast that reeked a foul stench leapt out at the trio of Elves, flaying one with one of its wicked claws. The remaining two chopped at his arms, cutting off each. The troll simply charged headlong into the duo. The elves backed off, trying to slowly weaken their large opponent. The elves leapt to his armless sides, ready each to land killing blows. Suddenly, the elves leapt back in terror as the arms regrew on the troll in an instance. He quickly grasped one and crushed the life out of her, then turned and watched the last of the elves flee. He ate tender flesh that night.

Deepwyrm Drow
Pelloth

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Silently, the lithe drow moved around the scene of battle. Carefully manuevering himself to avoid enemies and backstabbing allies alike, he positioned himself behind a wall of drow soldiers in heavy conflict with the well protected Knights of Weston and Raelin. He fired a short blast of his wand at Raelin, forcing her to duck behind a nearby ruin. His lips then curled into a malicious smile. With a short recitation of arcane words and a toss of black dust, he let a horrible spell fly from his wand, aimed at one of his drow soldiers. Immdietly the unsuspecting drow burst into a cloud of venomous spiders, landing on the Knights and devouring their flesh as they screamed and tore at their armor. He laughed a terrible laugh, and aimed farther down the line at another drow...........

Othkurik the Black Dragon

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Othkurik watches, bored, as the line of dejected people files past one at a time, each placing their offering at his feet. It was the first of two offerings held each year, where the citizens of the town he took over each gave him half of their produce. The next man drops one of the apples he is carrying in a basket, his fearful gasp is turned into a scream of agony as he slowly dissolves in the acid jet billowing from Othkurik's mouth. The rest of the people hasten to finish the offering while simultaneously being extra careful, not wanting to end up dead like the man with the apples. Othkurik stretches his wings and resumes watching the procession file past, growing more and more bored. Watchful for anything else he can turn his wrath on.

Wave D1
Phantom Knights

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Major Q10 roams the countryside near the ruins he was ordered to watch over. He just turns his back for a second to look at a few Gladiatrons he's with and decides to crack a joke. Next thing he knows, there is a flurry of green lights surrounding him and his comrades. They light reveal their blades and immediately begin to impale the Gladiatrons. The good Major makes several attempts to fire at them. As soon as one dies, another comes back. Knowing that he'll be scrap metal if he hangs around he flees only to try a single precise shot at the nearest enemy who in turn vanishes and reappears right before Vydar returns Major Q10 back to the castle. The Valkyrie will not be happy.

Fen Hydra

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The knights of Weston carved their way through enemy forces, Marro and Orcs dropping left and right. The men were ready for the hunt: The hunt of a dragon. Their specialty. They had heard little of this dragon;, it was green, fast, couldn't fly, but no others had survived an encounter. But these were the knights of Weston, and these four in particular had had much experience against dragons. Plowing through the last batallion of zombies, they rounded the corner of a crumbling wall and were face to face to faceto faceto face with.... a Fen Hydra...

Sahuagin Raider

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Thorgrim slowly stumbled out of the scene of battle in the deep jungle. The hot, humid, and insect filled forest was not a place for a viking. He layed down by a small pond, catching his breath and trying to bite back the massive pain that stemmed from his abdomen and his thigh. He was badly hurt, and had to flee from the scene farther or he would die. Across the pond a slight disturbance sent ripples rolling forth across the surface of the water. Thorgrim turned to look at it, and passed it off as one of the large fish that lived in this godforsaken swamp. Suddenly, a vicious fish like creature burst out of the water, its fins shedding beads of water and his disgusting green scales reflecting the light off the hot sun. He stabbed a jagged trident out, catching Thorgrim in his gut, and turned painfully slow as if it was a spit. As Thorgrim descended to his knees, the Sahaugin pulled out his trident and pulled Thorgrims body back into the murky depths, a feast for later.

Greater Ice Elemental

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Adalon, a Microcorp Agent, crouched in the river with his team, waiting for their prey, a batallion of Arrow Gruts which will pass this way soon. He knew that with their advantages provided by the water, the would easily overpower the Orcs. He sighed. They had just been sitting their for over an hour. Even disciplined soldiers suffer from boredom. The cold water Adalon was in seemed to be decreasing in temperature every second... Wait... A huge shadow loomed over them... He turned around, seeing the giant ice behemoth, just as the water froze around his waist. The monster swung at another agent, easily tossing it aside. It turned toward Adalon, roaring madly...

Greenscale Warriors
Drow Chainfighter

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The Capuan Gladiators held the small ridge in the Underdark against the foul drow in an effective manner. Octavius, a brutal fighter, split the heads of the drow who tried to scale the small bluff. He laughed as he slashed the next one cleanly two, the corpse writhing in death theroes. Suddenly though, he was flanked by two drow where his two partners had been. He looked out onto the field as the drow swords punctured his lungs and his thigh. Out on the field his two comrades were being stabbed to death while they tried to escape the grasp of chains. Two drow held the chains, slowly slipping in and out of darkness. As Octavius fell, he watched as even more of his Gladiators were drawn into the drow mass by large links of chain.

Wyvern

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Darkness had descended over the utgarian camp. The orcs seemed rather uncomfortable in their new home; they said that something was lurking in the darkness. Grimnak simply felt they were filthy cowards with no backbone. The orc captain kept watch over the camp late at night. Silence, save for the rustle of the wind through the trees, ruled the land. Grimnak's steed grew anxious. "Steady girl," he said to it. "It will only be a bit longer." Suddenly, a screech in the night, followed by the flapping of wings. Grimnak looked about, seeing a lone orc running towards the camp. Suddenly, a great furry beast burst from the shade, lifted him up and disappeared into the darkness. Grimnak pulled out a horn and blew it, and the orcs awoke almost immediately. "Wake up you fools!" Grimnak yells. "We're under attack!"

Fire Elemental

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A sentient tounge of flame simmers over a hole gaping molten lava, hovering near Utgar's leigons of obsidian guards. As Jandar's forces approach, it surges from its spot and scorches a path through the grass. The startled troops can do nothing to harm it as it plows into their line, burning and scalding, singeing and destroying, no matter how thick the opponent's armor. However, one false slip into a nearby stream, and it dissipates into a cloud of steam, leaving behind nothing but its flame-induced terror.

Water Elemental

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A few fire elementals on patrol of Utgar's conquests nervously edge toward his boundry, a fast-flowing river. They keep their distance from this one weakness of theirs, but they soon realize that it is not enough. A murky shape bursts from the surface to spray a torrent of water at a nearby fire elemental, utterly destroying it. As more and more of these watery beings surge from the depths, Utgar's elementals are quickly disposed of. This stretch of territory has been claimed by Aquilla, the tribal warrior of the swamps.

Earth Elemental

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A deathreaver scout partols along the edge of an Utgar outpost, when its sensors pick up heavy seismic readings from an unknown source. Suddenly, it sees a fast-moving roll of soil approaching, ignoring the hills in the rapidly diminishing space between them. As it nears the lone, startled deathreaver, a hulking humanoid, made entirely of rocks and dirt, explodes out of the roll and smashes the deathreaver into the ground. Far more of these rolls follow, and soon the Utgar camp is obliterated. Einar will be pleased.

Air Elemental

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The lightly-armored grut orcs force themselves against the heavy winds that have sabatoged their mission completely. As they struggle to push themseslves through this unusual wind storm, a few are struck and killed by flying debris ripped from the ground by the rippling winds. Some see an indistinct shape at the middle of the vortex, and attack it, causing a section of the battlefield to calm. But another wavering shape fills the spot of the fallen and, one by one, the orcs are slain. More orcs pile into the maelstrom, but all are stopped dead and the piled up troops are more than easy pickings for the Omnicron snipers stationed on a close hill. Jandar will no longer see suprise attacks with these interdictors of air on guard.

Estivara
Brandis Skyhunter
Torin
Mogrimm Forgehammer
Sharwin Wildborn

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Sharwin Wildborn stands alone against a throng of arrow gruts and goblin cutters, their arrows and knives gleaming in the moonlight. Her companions, Syvaris and Sonlen were both brutally injured in the ambush and were summoned to safety by Saylind just in time. Now, Sharwin draws upon her arcane knowledge and her anger at these foul beasts to fuel her spell. A globe of amber light coalesces in her cupped hands, growing steadily until she throws it at the nearest goblin. It strikes him in the chest, carving a smoking hole in his torso before rocketing into another cutter, then a grut. The sphere continues to jolt around her attackers until the energy powering the spell lets out, leaving a mass graveyard for her enemies. At this, the remaining gruts open fire, but their arrows are turned away by sparks of golden energy and propelled back into their bodies. This is the fate for those who challenge the might of Ullar.

Wave D2
Iron Golem

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Vydar's forces were losing horribly. The marro had managed to shatter the ranks of the defenders, and were slaughtering agents and soulborgs from the center as their dreaded pets and warlords pick off the survivors. Agent carr blasted a marro with his pistol and sliced another in two with his blade. Bodies were piling up all around ihm, but he new he could not give up yet. There was still one more hope.........

And here it came. A monstrous bellow was heard from the side of the marro ranks, as a humongous armored being smashes through their flank, swatting marro aside like flies as their bullets bounce off its thick hull.

"Took it long enough," the agent growls as he charges in with the other vydar soldiers to help the monstrous construct fight off the utgarian horde......

Red Wyrmling
Blue Wyrmling
White Wyrmling
Black Wyrmling
Kurrok

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Two of the MacDirk clan struggle up a hill, having spent the past hour fighting the elements themselves to advance. With Alastair gravely wounded, these furious warriors charged toward their destination with renewed vigor. As they approach the top of the plateau, they see only a wizened hobgoblin, holding a silver staff. As they run toward him, they suddenly realize that they are no longer safe. As the hobgoblin lifts his hands and wildly chants an incantation, they see an invisible wind whip through his hair, the earth rumble beneath him, and puddles form at his feet. Seconds later, the full force of the summoned elementals falls upon the MacDirks and they fall under waves of water, air, earth, and fire.

Kurrock, the Master of the Elements, grins and sends his thralls to destroy more allied forces.

Heirloom
Mika Connour

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She loved her job. The silent assassin quietly propped herself on the ceiling of the warehouse, watching down at the milling workers. She scanned the rest of the warehouse, finding a position that was relativly out of the way. She then looked at her target. The slaver posed a merchant was directing the workers to carefully move the boxes. They were filled with exotic slaves kept magically in stasis. She bent the shadows in the obscure corner, and teleported from the shadow she was in to that shadow. Next, she carefully wait, watching for the most opportune moment to strike. Ache passed through her muscles, but that was nothing to one trained in her skills. As soon as the guards turned to scold a worker, she bent the shadows behind her target, then fell in right behind him. She delivered a lethal blow to the small of his back before teleporting back to the corner and back to the shadow on the ceiling from where she fled out a window onto the roof. Quickly she leapt from roof to the next one. From there she fled across the city. Finally she reached her apartment. As she entered through the hidden entrance, she hung her cloaks on a peg. As she turned, a wizard behind her stared violently at her before he launched a fire ball that annihalated the room. But Mika didn't fell anything. Instead, she lay before a winged creature covered in technology. Her skills were always in demand. She loved her job.

Shurrak
Rhogar Dragonspine
Mind Flayer Mastermind

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Zetacron leads his squad of Omnicrons through the dark swamps of the Ticalla Jungle. Every soulborg is on the alert, constantly scanning the enviroment for a sign. A sign of them. A sign of the heroes who vanished in this bog.
Suddenly Zetacron stops in his tracks. Thinking he has spotted the enemy, the snipers obidiently stop behind him, preparing to open fire on whoever, whatever their commander has seen.
But he hasn't seen anything.
The scout silently charges his weapon, and turns around, firing two lethal shots aimed directly at his former allies. Two snipers fall to the ground; only one remains.
The terrified omnicron knows what has to be done, and unloads a full clip of bullets into Zetacron's main processor. Then he sees it. A caped figure is illuminated by a flash of lightning. But it is too late. An invisible blast overloads his system.
Seconds later, he falls to the ground, another victim of the psychic mastermind.

Werewolf Lord

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Erlay, an elf of Ashra, creeps through the woods, scouting for enemies trying to assassinate her principle, the famous Morsbane, as he tries to retrieve the precious staff stolen from Arkmer when he was slain in battle. Erlay knew it was full moon, and the wolves would be out, but when they rounded the corner to enter the wolve's cave, he was totally unprepared for what he saw. The wolves had a new recruit, larger and more fierce than anything else ever seen. The beast rose from the ground, snout framed in the moonlight, and howled a deep, long, vicious snarl to the night, and then charged Erlay.

Warforged Soldiers
Ogre Warhulk

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Ogre Warhulk

The big and mean ogre walks toward the brave(and stupid in its opinion) adventuring party. He looks at the nearest one, a fighter, and flings a goblin at him. The goblin isn't too happy and rather goes straight to the top of the cavern. The ogre ignores the cries of his friends, the goblins. It's time to fight the poor team.

Goblin Cutters

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You're adventure party slinks through the narrow crevice you'd been crawling through and walks out into a cavern full of luminescent plant life lighting the path to the other side, where you see a hidden wellspring. You take the lead, and start striding staight toward the spring, ignorant of the dangers lurking within the ferns. You hear a quick intake of breath, a short gasp, a cry of pain. You turn around, but your party is gone. In its place are dozens of short, ugly looking beasts, blades dripping with blood. You slash one down, but more scurry forward and you slowly fall to the mob...

Wave D3
Moltenclaw

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Ash and soot smeared the faces of the Jandarian war party sent into the subterranean depths of the underground volcano. A suicide mission it was, designed by the righteous general to seize intelligence about the whereabouts of another wellspring. What sort of being dwelt in such an extreme environment? The searing heat was unbearable and the air was torrid. The party was losing esteem. Sweat dripped from their bodies as they marched deeper and deeper, bound by loyalty to a cause but unaware of the sacrifices. A low rumble shook the chamber, jarring the soldiers from their determined quest. A few lost hope and ran for the exit. Only 5 original members stayed to face the adversary. From the chamber came a infuriated Red Dragon. Dripping magma from its resting place, it roared at the intruders. From its maw came a brilliant blaze, engulfing the men where they stood, their horrible cries echoing through the cave. Their smoldering corpses stood where just moments foolhardy adventurers marched at attention.
"Incessant humanoids" The dragon spoke briefly before returning to its lava nest

Eltahale
Siege
Evar Scarcarver
Frost Giant of Morh
Ice Troll Berserker
Master of the Hunt
Ogre Pulverizer
Death Knights of Valkrill
Mezzodemon Warmongers
Horned Skull Brutes
Death Chasers of Thesk

[SonOfDumbledore]

Capuan Gladiators
The three warriors stand at the center of the arena, surrounded by the thundering cheers and catcalls of spectators. They know the must win this, or die. The huge gates slowly open, and pairs of large, gleaming eyes can be seen in the shadows. The crowd suddenly becomes silent. Whispers can be heard; "The African beasts!" "They're as good as dead..." "Lions?" The four huge felines leap directly at the gladiators. As the first is about to be slain, the body simply disappears. "Brother!" another yells out. He turns around, and is face to face with.....
The gladiator wakes up in a dark cave, next to his younger brother. Am I dead? he ponders... A strange winged man approaches him...

[I Hate Atlaga]

Great! Adding to the first post now.

[Killer Lawnmower]

Mohican River Tribe

A Mohican hunting party stalks through the chilly wilderness, surrounded by a pine forest, watching, listening for the animal that will feed them for the next few days. A deer walks along the slow, winding stream off to there left. The Mohicans creep towards it, but they are not the only one's hunting that day. A twig snaps behind them, and they freeze; slowly turning to the last thing they see. A blur of fur and fangs as a Mountain lion leaps down off a steep ledge. The hunters have been hunted.

Axegrinders of the Burning Forge

The dwarves of Feylund are well known for their hand to hand combat. No one will beat them on the battlefield. Never will they back down from a fight. When the challenge is issued, the come running out of their underground forges, blades cherry red after being held in the fire, an intimidation factor, as well as even more pain for the idiots that get in their way. Quick on their feet, they are able to swarm ogres and trolls 5 times their size. Their downfall only came when they tried to finish what Syvarris had started.

[flameslayer93]

Phantom Knights

Major Q10 roams the countryside near the ruins he was ordered to watch over. He just turns his back for a second to look at a few Gladiatrons he's with and decides to crack a joke. Next thing he knows, there is a flurry of green lights surrounding him and his comrades. They light reveal their blades and immediately begin to impale the Gladiatrons. The good Major makes several attempts to fire at them. As soon as one dies, another comes back. Knowing that he'll be scrap metal if he hangs around he flees only to try a single precise shot at the nearest enemy who in turn vanishes and reappears right before Vydar returns Major Q10 back to the castle. The Valkyrie will not be happy.

[SonOfDumbledore]

Axe Grinders of the Burning Forge

Ogrum's face glows in the light of the hearth, surrounded by the sounds of hammers on steel... coated in sweat and ash, he swings down his hammer, pounding the blade of a sword to a sharp edge...
A loud knock resounds through the forge... Ogrum approaches the door, staring out the peep hole... he sees the faces of Evarn, the elf for whom he was constructing a sword... He hastily opens the door to welcome his friend... The dead elf's body falls away as the Anubian supporting it leaps indoors, slashing across Ogrum's Chest... He feels blood seeping across his chest as he hears the yells of his fellow dwarves... he blacks out...
Ogrum finds himself awake in a wet, cold cave. He recognizes the faces of the other blacksmiths, faces coated in ash and blood. Gaining his bearings, he notices a tall female elf leaning against the cave wall- Wait... Elves don't have.. wings

[Killer Lawnmower]

Darn you. I like yours better.

[SonOfDumbledore]

Originally Posted by Killer Lawnmower

Darn you. I like yours better.

Sorry, I didn't notice yours at the time. My bad.... Thanks though...

[GromBloodboy]

Tul-Bak-Ra

Private Simmons sat with his comrade, Private Marshall, watching out into the dense jungle, feeling the creepy chill of night noises run down their spine. Every sound is a different beast, waiting to kill them. Private Simmons suddenly drew a wheezy breath, and Marshall spun towards him. Standing behind them was a Marro with a odd helmet and two large metal objects resting on his shoulders. He was sending waves of mental enegy into the dying soldier. Private Marshall fired his rifle quickly, scoring a wound on the monsters right leg. Suddenly, three marro appeared from out of no where, their blades digging deep into the two soldiers. They fell quietly, and the Marro continued their bloody mission throughout the Alliance's outpost.

[SonOfDumbledore]

Marro Dividers
A young Ashigaru trudged through the marsh, surrounded by foliage, mud and eleven of his comrades. A rustle is heard in a bush, and the soldiers freeze, waiting for an attack and..... nothing. They continue to march. A shadow flys by, and an harquebusier falls to the ground, nearly ripped in half. Soon, out of the trees, disgusting, skinless creatures emerge, brandishing claws at least two feet in length.... Marro! The young spearman stabs and lunges at the foul beasts, hacking them apart. The harquebusiers open fire, blasting easily through the flesh and bone of the enemies. In a matter of minutes, both parties are reduced to nothing, but for the lone spearman, who survived with a huge gash in his right arm. I must get out of here! he thinks... But he sees the torn apart Marro slowly, impossibly, regrowing out of the separate parts. He is now surrounded by a dozen of the beasts....

[flameslayer93]

Ogre Warhulk

The big and mean ogre walks toward the brave(and stupid in its opinion) adventuring party. He looks at the nearest one, a fighter, and flings a goblin at him. The goblin isn't too happy and rather goes straight to the top of the cavern. The ogre ignores the cries of his friends, the goblins. It's time to fight the poor team.

[Claws of Death]

Wyvern

Darkness had descended over the utgarian camp. The orcs seemed rather uncomfortable in their new home; they said that something was lurking in the darkness. Grimnak simply felt they were filthy cowards with no backbone. The orc captain kept watch over the camp late at night. Silence, save for the rustle of the wind through the trees, ruled the land. Grimnak's steed grew anxious. "Steady girl," he said to it. "It will only be a bit longer." Suddenly, a screech in the night, followed by the flapping of wings. Grimnak looked about, seeing a lone orc running towards the camp. Suddenly, a great furry beast burst from the shade, lifted him up and disappeared into the darkness. Grimnak pulled out a horn and blew it, and the orcs awoke almost immediately. "Wake up you fools!" Grimnak yells. "We're under attack!"