Xurrk’s Tale.
Xurrk always had a fascination with fire, ever gripping his mind as he always tried to find new ways to use it. One day when he attacked and stole from fleshy small humans he found a sharp club. This began his journey into making weapons, sharp weapons. He sometimes still make normal club but sharp ones fire and explosions always make his toothy grin the widest. Though Xurrk stands at a 8 he is mighty in mind too. Not that the other Orcish tribes agree leaving him somewhat a lonewolf. However being young he hopes to be adopted into a tribe, and finally be respected by his kin. Though smart Xurrk is still a green skin, and can be seen chasing flappy egg birds around. Xurrk hate flappy egg birds never quite able to qualm his bloodlust he prefer fire stick over sharp clubs.
Xurrk grew up with little parenting, regarded as too ill and small to be useful and too dull to create great works. He was abandoned by even his parents. He would often follow the bigger Uruks into raids, leading to his knack for creating weapons due to his personal adventures and raids into the lands around Agnarum, however recent his craft mostly uses sharp stones and sticks to create weaponry he hopes it will earn the respect of the goblins and that he will grow to be respected by Uruks with his might. Tough Xurrk looks to Rex with great respect the society around him has rejected him, his only goal is for everyone to remember Xurrk name. Even if Xurrk has to punch it into the other tribes to respect him. Recently, he seeks to prove his might by fighting in the outskirts of human lands such as Renatus, Curon. Though hes truly not met someone to fight honorably, leading to little respect being given to his deeds. Xurrk now returns to San’Raakh in an attempt prepare for another outing to prove himself in the realms beyond, unless a tribe should finally accept him.
A Uruk can dream.

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