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Grog was born in the Clan of Yar. He had a very good childhood while he was young. Usually practicing "Boxing" with his father, Dular. Grog has always enjoyed this ever since he was two years old. Other things he did around the clan was wrestle with the other children- and tried to flirt with the Orc girls, Usually failing- miserably.  By the age of Seven Grog was a very good fighter with his fists. He represented the strength that an Orc was supposed to have. Grog threw very harsh punches with his bare hands now. Practicing on giant hanging meat every chance he had. He did this for a couple more years, until the age of nine. Grog had gotten his big scar from being sliced with a great sword from his rival- who had cheated in the battle for honor. 

The age of nine. Grog will never forget that day. That was the day the man had kidnapped Grog. Grog was up late training in the night, when a man had hit him in the back of the head with a club until knock out. Grog was very tired to react to the blows. So he was taken very successfully. The next morning Grog found himself in a tent at a camp not to far from Yar- but he did not know that, of course. There was a man, and a woman next to Grog, standing over him while he slept on the straw bed on the floor.

Three years at that horrible camp. Though, Grog had always gotten a good meal, due to the fact he needed it to stay in his shape. Moving a lot and being a personal Pack mule. Grog was enslaved, and taught common.

The men and women hoping Grog could go back to Yar and change their ways, their culture. Grog always had no clue where they were ever going But it seemed to always be a little farther from Yar. Grog was fully grown, and ready to escape. The night he decided to escape on was very dark. The sun had at least 3 hours before rise. Grog started to sneak out of his tent, and while doing so, He grabbed a golden amulet that was left on the table. He is an Orc. Not a halfing. He woke up nearly the whole camp. What Grog did then, he grabbed one of the standing torches threw it at a tent, and set the camp ablaze. He wasn't a fast runner, but he could run nearly forever due to his endurance. Grog eventually lost the people that were chasing after him, and kept running. Aimlessly. Maybe for days. He then ran upon a wood elf. Near dominion...