El_Rabbi

Muk was given his odd name at birth. His mother and “father” where both greenskins but his mother had cheated on her life mate and so when his father saw that he was a red orc not a greenskin the first thing he called the baby was Muk. His father slowly grew closer to Muk and his mother was cast out from the settlement. Muk’s father never liked Muk enough to actually speak to him and so Muk never really spoke a whole lot to others or his father for that matter; the only thing they enjoyed doing together was hunting. While hunting they communicated through head nods and various tones of grunts, this in turn was how Muk learned to communicate with other Orcs. Muk and his father hunted together daily and so Muk became somewhat of an expert to an extent in the field. They continued this life, rarely participating in raids and not often banditing but mainly just hunting day in and day out selling the skins and parts of beasts they took down to both Orc and other races alike (though they did tend to up the price for the other races). Then one day it all fell apart. They were out hunting their biggest score yet, something that no one takes on with just two but they thought they could do it. They were tracking a Wyvern. They tracked it to a cave where it was making a nest, it was almost mating season. They fought with all they could and then his father took a claw to the throat whilst pushing Muk out of its way. Muk in a rage for his fathers death killed the Wyvern (who was already quite injured) and skinned it. He now wears its skin as a cloak in memory of his father and the life they lived. That all occured when Muk was 40 years old. Since then he has continued hunting ever since, he has ventured to this new land in search of bigger prey and a new home that does not carry the weight of his dead father within it.

Muk was given his odd name at birth. His mother and “father” where both greenskins but his mother had cheated on her life mate and so when his father saw that he was a red orc not a greenskin the first thing he called the baby was Muk. His father slowly grew closer to Muk and his mother was cast out from the settlement. Muk’s father never liked Muk enough to actually speak to him and so Muk never really spoke a whole lot to others or his father for that matter; the only thing they enjoyed doing together was hunting. While hunting they communicated through head nods and various tones of grunts, this in turn was how Muk learned to communicate with other Orcs. Muk and his father hunted together daily and so Muk became somewhat of an expert to an extent in the field. They continued this life, rarely participating in raids and not often banditing but mainly just hunting day in and day out selling the skins and parts of beasts they took down to both Orc and other races alike (though they did tend to up the price for the other races). Then one day it all fell apart. They were out hunting their biggest score yet, something that no one takes on with just two but they thought they could do it. They were tracking a Wyvern. They tracked it to a cave where it was making a nest, it was almost mating season. They fought with all they could and then his father took a claw to the throat whilst pushing Muk out of its way. Muk in a rage for his fathers death killed the Wyvern (who was already quite injured) and skinned it. He now wears its skin as a cloak in memory of his father and the life they lived. That all occured when Muk was 40 years old. Since then he has continued hunting ever since, he has ventured to this new land in search of bigger prey and a new home that does not carry the weight of his dead father within it.