Don't try to hide on Naarg...he doesn't like it.
Naarg point at you revealing your hiding place.
Without pause, Naarg grabs you by the head roughly. Cackling loudly, he bends forward rapidly then suddenly jerks back flinging you end over end through the air roughly thirty feet before you slam into the ground. The impact jars your head soundly and stars spin wildly before your eyes.
You see Chieftain Naarg Stonesmasherr, an Ogre of the Clan Stonesmasherr.
He has craggy face with large glowing red eyes and curved tusks. Twice as broad as a Gor'Tog, but only half as tall, yet much more muscular, he has pale skin and a bald head.
It is hard to tell how old he really is.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a shadow-black double-stringed crossbow etched with the image of the dark god Urrem'tier in his right hand.
He is wearing a hauberk of black-steel and dark silver rings, a dark battle-worn weapon harness, a black leather belt with a dull gold buckle, a black leather travel pack, a dark long hooded cloak, a round gold amulet with the likeness of the god Urrem'tier etched upon it, a black leather thigh quiver, a pair of worn black leather boots, a visored black chain helm, a kyanite gwethdesuan and a jadeite gwethdesuan.
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You gaze upward in a daze, everything around you appears hazy and indistinct.
Man..that's some throw....
I managed to survive...then got hit several times by his little ogre minions...and eventually died.
Good times though...was fun.
~Ahri
