Dishman Family/Orobos

The Long Tail of Orobos

Letter from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (52 recipients)(The introduction)

Hail Ikalak!

Warmest regards and intimate salutations my friends! The dawn of a new day has arisen, and it is ours to seize. Let us engorge ourselves with glory and push through the soft and supple weakness of our enemies!

Let me introduce myself. I am Orobos, the finest lover in all the 7 lands. I wield steel almost as well, but the gossip of a few hundred ladies spread much farther than a thousand dead-men's tales. I look forward to reaching Ikalak to press-the-flesh in person.

Yours,

Orobos Dishman Knight of Korlok

Roleplay from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (74 recipients)

The line of women was long. Far too long to make it to Ikalak within a few days. Orobos hoped the road between Korlok and Ikalak wasn't so choked up that it kept everyone else backed up. He needed to get to the capital, like all the Ikalakians....but duty always seemed to call.

Orobos was in a cunundrum. So many things to do.-

Roleplay from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (78 recipients)(After 'the long day' during the start of War Islands)

Orobos dunked himself into a nearby stream with abandonment. The cool water eased the tenderness he had, gained by tenderness given to others. Rising like a glistening marble sculpture, he looked queerly at the sun.

"By the long gods! It is still day? What manner of sorcery is this? Surely a thousand women are satisfied in no less than a few days and nights." he mused to himself. "Some Siren has bewitched the sun

Gathering his kit, and making sure he was still unseen by eager eyes, he led his horse quietly off the beaten road. He already needed to begin the dirty deeds of the sword...the strangeness of the 'long day' added additional weight to his need to escape the throngs of women gathered for him. Still dressing, he though; If even one recognizes me, her screams of glee would draw...

"ITS HIM, THE GREAT SNAKE! COME 'ERE LOVER-BOY!" a rosy voice chimed the alarm. Then a great host of supple bodies came surging forth from the trees like a stampede of estrogen.

Orobos jumped atop his horse and made a mad dash toward Ikalak, leaving his men on the road. He was lucky that many of the women in pursuit already had much difficulty walking. Those left unsated would be more difficult to evade.

Roleplay from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (78 recipients)(During a RP meet and greet)

The door to the event hall flung open and banged against the wall, alerting all the patrons. A dirty and ragged man flung himself with the door and immediately flung it shut and bolted it, panting for breath. Once secured, he crept to a window and peeked out into the street.

Realizing the onlookers behind him, he gestured a finger to his lips and let out a quiet 'shhh', then returned to looking out the window. In a minutes time, a column of thousands of women of every shape, age, and caste could be seen running through the street. Obviously hunting something, the eagerness and desperation in their eyes could be seen even from afar.

Passing in their hurried search, Orobos left the window as he lost sight of the tail-end of the menagerie of women. Looking back to the shocked onlookers in the hall, he ran a hand through his hair and gave a elaborate bow.

"Apologies for such an intrusion. I am Orobos Dishman. I had hoped to join the party in better fair, but my horse gave out under me in my flight from the harpies. I'm not so familiar with marathons on foot, and am utterly exhausted."

Letting out a brief chuckle, he continued "Is there a back entrance I could take? A warm fire and a less eventful setting would do my bone(s) wonders."

Request from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (78 recipients)

Vote for the insatiable snake, the greatest lover of the seven lands, the only man capable of administering a truly great penal system!

Name: Orobos Dishman

Position desired: Judge

What your policy would be for the office: It is every nobles prerogative to accept/decline a tangle with another. Duels will be allowed. Although the use of every nobles mouth should be unrestrained, it is important to keep its use fairly clean in public. Slander and vitriol will not be allowed in public discourse. The administration of the dungeon is the highest task of a war Judge. I will make personal visits to the patrons of my dungeon.

Why you are best suited to receive the appointment: Because I know how to get what I want while at the same time giving what everyone else wants. I am no politician to be bought by gold, no priest to be encumbered by mysticism...I am the great snake...all will walk a shameful walk from the dungeon of carnal ecstasy.

Orobos Dishman Knight of Korlok

Roleplay from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (78 recipients)(During public dialogue, jests at Lord Typhus's height also referenced the Snake)

 Quote: Of course it is impossible for the dwarf to 'rise up' to the challenge. Sir Orobos, however...

Having lost the Judge election, Orobos once again tended to the womenfolk of Ikalak. An city bloc had to be sectioned off to form an orderly line...the smell coming off the throng was both intoxicating and horrifying.

Sitting up in the bed in a quaint tavern room, Orobos proclaimed "My ears are burning..".

Four long haired heads pop immediately out of the covers, looking at each other. One looks abashed, and pleads "Sorry gov, 'ta doctor swores it wasd't communicapable".

Request from Orobos Dishman (Personal message to Xander Kabrinski (Lord of Ikalak))

A poem, as my candidacy for Lord of Ikalak:

   My sweet cream brings all the girls to the field,
   His, they say, is quite better than thours,
   Verily, it is better than thours.

Orobos Dishman Knight of Korlok

Roleplay from Orobos Dishman Message sent to everyone in your realm (83 recipients)(During a RP meeting between council members of the realm)

Outside the window to the meeting, a familiar sight can be seen. Orobos running down the streets of Ikalak, fleeing a great host of women. Like a lewd marathon of women, with the only man running as its leader, the scene passed into view and out without notice from those speaking.