((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
Gruul is the apprentice of Gorlag and Srognak, born in The Horde of Many Tribes to a broken family. His mentors were Hunters who were poaching within The Kingdom of Norland, and he awoke to find his mentors missing. From then he raised himself, but once he started to grow into his orc roots, he no longer fit in to society, and he left on a search for his mentors. He goes to multiple different regions hoping to reunite often with no luck, partly from hatred of them leaving him, and partly out of searching for a place to fit in. Because he grew up around orcs he can speak a mix of Blah and Common.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
"Throm'ka!" he sits down. "It's good to see you" he says with a smirk, unsure of who she is. "I come from Norland in search of my mentors who once abandoned me. This town is just a stop amongst my long journey. He sighs, "An inn would help me greatly. Do you happen to know where I could find one?"
"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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