Zruk, being a goblin, was used to being the smaller race of the orc tribes. Always looked down upon by his tall cousins. But Zruk was more than just a small tiny goblin fool. Zruk was smart. Being the smallest and weakest, he devoted his time to his intelligence and cleverness rather than his physical capabilities. Ologs being very incompetant, and the orcs being only a tad bit smart, Zruk used his tinkering and intelligence to climb the ranks and get his way throughout the tribe. Throughout his life he was affiliated in clan Yal, and he was happy there because the shamans were very wise and he would use their wisdom to learn, and are not as focused on fighting as they are on knowledge. He dedicated much of his early life to learning about the teachings of powerful shamans, and in secret, dark shamanism briefly. After learning much of the spirits and Shamanism, he left his tribe because he believed that he could know longer gain more knowledge from them. He drifts from place to place, usually taking riches and knowledge wherever he passes. (He is a villainous character)
Character Name: Zruk
Character Race: Goblin
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 120
Physical Description: Dark green skin tone. Shorter than most races. Bones and skulls around his body as decorations/trophies. Some golden teeth.
Roleplay Scenario: 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?”
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"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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