Blind in one eye.
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
Amber hues trace every detail of the hag's face, though the look on Funnehbone Lup'Oklash's face was not a focused one. Rather crazed, obsessive; darting back and forth between different details of magic within her domicile. The uruk bared his fangs, more so involuntarily, when she inquired about his story. It was one to be spoken in a deep, great tonation, thus he sat down and slouched his head to once again meet the hag's eyes.
"Latz nub skare mi, hummie female." Giggling ensued from his slouched form, akin to a hyena. "Mi iz Funnehbone Lup'Oklash, carrying duh name of muh parzha: Funnehbone Hozh'Grog'Oklash.
Duh jestur of Clan Oklash, mi beluped... Mi'z hailed duh mozt devoted of mi clan!" He thumped a fist against his chest, prompting the jingle of numerous jester bells decorating the uruk's outfit. "Mi who bringz cheer agh hozh timez tuh all my bruddaz agh muh kin!"
As one of the candles came close enough for its flame to reflect within his pupils, Funnehbone Lup'Oklash grabbed it and slammed the melting wax against his forehead, sticking the candle to his leathery skin like a rhino. And like a rhino, he growled out; "Hurrrgh...! Har har har... Mi will be duh greatest jestur, bettur den mi parzha und mi great parzha! Aftuh dey denied mi muh duel fur hiz title...
Sent me to diz land, like a nuizance tuh get rid of... Mi will pruv dem wrong! Lead duh Uruks thru duh buurzest of timez... Wit duh jingle of mi bellz and mi hozh jokez!" Proudly he spoke of his story and greatest ambition, the role of a jester was one clearly viewed as noble among those of his bloodline. Funnehbone Lup'Oklash was to become the greatest, funniest one of them all.
Finally prove to his ancestors, that he deserves a chance at seizing their fame and honour in a duel.
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