#morc

[nyrockstv]

Winger on The Monsters Of Rock Cruise ''MORC'' 2023

[heavymetal]

Dangerous Toys MORC 2022

[metalsludgeceo]

Read about this on MetalSludge.Tv READY, SET, ROCK … Monsters of Rock Cruise set for Feb. 2022 feat: Alice Cooper, Queensryche, Kix, Tom Keifer, Winger, L.A. Guns & more #monstersofrockcruise #monstersofrock #morc #alicecooper #queensryche #skidrow #tomkeifer #laguns #johncorabi #llt #greatwhite #yandt #dangeroustoys #winger #metalsludge @monstersofrockcruise @monstersofrock http://metalsludge.tv/ready-set-rock-monsters-of-rock-cruise-announced-for-feb-2022-feat-alice-cooper-queensryche-kix-tom-keifer-winger-l-a-guns-more/ https://www.instagram.com/p/COBJt9QHgG-/?igshid=1m9vpyl9gsfmb

[briganaut]

Fanart I made of Russ_Money’s D&D character- Madd Morc from the Heart of Tyre Campaign hosted by Arcadum!

Comments & constructive critiques are greatly appreciated! Please credit me if you link/reblog my work. -Briganaut, 1st published February 2021

[nikkiblakk]

It wasn’t all bands all day, I did manage an hour by the pool! It was mostly all bands, all day & all night 😉🤘#MORCX #MORC #MonstersOfRockCruise (at Monster's Of Rock Cruise) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8pQjtAHddT/?igshid=1bydowkmjx9yw

[wallmansgang]

a bit of blood and a lot of screaming

The story starts with a bit of blood and a lot of screaming. And a strong and healthy baby boy. The strong and healthy part pleases his mother. He might have gotten his father's looks, but the strength must have been hers, stolen during the seemingly neverending pregnancy. She can respect that. And after the endless tedium of moving carefully in the world, the birth itself had been a welcome challenge, the pain something to test her. When she's handed her wailing prize, the rush of victory seems like it could last her a lifetime. But there are different kinds of strength, and the daily grind of parenthood requires endurance. She doesn't have that, try as she might. The baby screams and wails, and she longs for the arena, where such sounds can be ended with a blow. And so she thinks of the boy's father, whose mild mannered temperament would surely be more suited for the care of small, delicate things. If you asked her, years later, she'd say that leaving took it's own kind of strength. She'd say that going required a quick, excruciating burst of pain, the kind she knew how to power through. She'd say she left so as not to leave an imprint of her own weakness. Truth has always been complicated, love even more so. * The story starts with a screaming pile of blankets in a basket by the door of a wizarding college. And a note. A young, handsome orc reads and rereads it until he knows it by heart. He never questions the contents - he knows the author to be honest to a fault, and even if she wasn't, the boy looks just like him. And besides, the note is full of imperfect love, which he'll gladly take. "A mix of my strength and your mind - surely there are worse things that could have happened." She never was very good at compliments, he thinks. But she's right - a son to both rival him in intellect and outperform him athletically (a low bar to set) is surely a worthy use of his time. He doesn't mind teaching. And he's a quick study, everything comes easily to him. It'll be fine. But fatherhood does not come easily, as it turns out. And it's not fine. Besides, a wizarding college is apparently not meant for a small child, as the housekeeper and headmaster must both insist on quite firmly. An exception is not to be thought of, even for their most brilliant professor. And so arrangements and resignations are made, and a small village in the middle of nowhere gets a vastly overqualified hedge wizard to deal with their little troubles, and said hedge wizard gets some help with a growing boy. * There's entirely too much screaming. Far more than the wizard would like. It's like the boy tries to compensate for his lack of magical talent by shouting the spells as loudly as he can. It's not working. The boy is simply not intelligent enough. It's impossible to explain even the simplest of concepts. Surely he'd be happier surrounded by others more on his own level? Someone more brutish, someone who understands his athletic abilities? When the choice is finally made, he sighs in relief. He finds a tribe for the boy, extracts promises to ensure his safety. The tribe has no issues with the child's loud noises - the wizard turns his back on the boy for a few minutes and turns around to find him mid-wrestling with a perfect stranger, happy as could be. He blinks away a few tears when he returns home alone, wondering if something can be both profoundly selfish and profoundly selfless at the same time. * The story starts with a scream and a flash of magic. A foe is taken down instantly, a young half-Orc is a hero to his tribe. But from the second the phrase "Morcish Missile" echoes across the plains, he is no longer just a part of the tribe. He's something more, and needs something more than the tribe can give him. More than an orc, he names himself before venturing into the world. * The story starts with a beautiful piece of music followed by a tavern brawl. It seems wrong, to Morc, that the patrons would attack someone who had just sung so beautifully. They might mess up her shiny dress - and Morc likes shiny things. Besides, she's so small, and even if she's fighting remarkably dirty, there's no way she can take out all the burly patrons who suddenly decided she's trouble. So when one of the patrons gets ready to punch her in the back of the head, Morc steps in. Takes the punch, and then throws the man straight out of the door. "Honey", says the small, sparkly singer, "you're *just* what I need." She hires him on the spot, in between kicking a tiefling in the unmentionables and biting a dwarf on the shoulder. The story starts with a bit of blood and a lot of screaming. And the strongest wizard in the world.

[eliseluskin]

Friday, April 12, 2019 (2/3)

Evan and I woke up at Kasbah Agoulzi and met with the group for breakfast at 8:00 and left by 8:40.

We stopped at Kasbah De Dades and an oasis in Tinghir.

Then we drove to Gorges Toughra. This gorge was so .. dare I say gorgeous ?

After the gorge we drove to a shop where we got to pick out scarves to wear into the desert. And then continued on our way into the Sahara.

We drove to Kasbah Mohayut, where we were able to store our bags. We got mint tea and relaxed for a bit.

Enter: Camels.

We rode into Erg Chebbi on camels. It was so much fun. Camels are so cute hehe. I named my camel Bruce and Evan names his camel Rusty.

Forty minutes into our ride we stopped for a break and to sand board .. which we did, and I was legit garbage at it. I’ll post the video separately 🤦🏻‍♀️

We continued our camel ride to camp. It was just so beautiful. The sand dunes were so large and the landscape was just perfect. When we got to camp we were greeted with mint tea and cookies. We watched the sun go down and were brought to our tent.

Photo by Evan Cipriano

We settled into our tent and then met everyone for our dinner.

We were exhausted and went to bed right afterwards. We had an early wake up call the next day. We were going to watch the sunrise from the middle of the desert.

[atmaflare]

-Conand, fomorian opressor-

In Irish mythology, Conand is one of the fomorians, a mysterious race of montrous sea-raiders who terrorized Ireland during ancient times. During his time, the island was inhabited by the Nemedians, a group of people led by a man fittingly named, Nemed. The two sides were at war with each other, with Nemed managing to seize four victories against their enemies at the cost of two of his sons during the battles. Nine years later after settling in, however, Nemed and a huge portion of his people are wiped out by a mysterious plague, leaving the rest under fierce oppression from the fomorians. Led by their two leaders, Conand and Morc, who lived in the fittingly named Conand's tower on a island off the coast of Ireland, the fomorians imposed huge tributes over the Nemedians. Every year at the Samhain (the Gaelic version of what would eventually become our Halloween), they were forced to give two thirds of their children, corn and milk, symbolizing the dark of winter taking hold over the land. After some years, the Nemedians rose up against their oppressors, striking at their tower with a huge army both on land and sea, managing to kill Conand in the process. Unfortunately, Morc retaliates by killing almost their entire army with a huge wave. The few Nemedians who managed to survive decide to flee Ireland to the north, leaving the fomorians free to reign over the land for many years to come... Original post: [here]