Orog was once weaver, a hunter, a guard, a chief for a week, a husband, a farther, a gatherer, cartwright, a tent maker, a alotofjobbser. theres not must hes hasnt done and failed at. a natural cluts and a danger to those arround him on purpose or accident. He found himself an adventurer after being osted from his tribe after setting several tents on fire for the third time that week. although he never meant to do it, his pleads fell on deaf ears as they wanted no more to do with him.
Being a big red orc he found himself amoungst a band of misfits quite quickly, stealing food and goods only ever narrowly escaping being caught due to the orogs increadibly bad luck. This bad lucky would worsen for those around him after a large heist, went of near perfectly, perfectly until orog was the get away driver. Through either clever guards or orogs very bad luck the wagon was crashed and the band of thieves was flung, landing with a crash the misfits were knocked out and due to orogs thick skull he remained concious sneaking away into the woods to survive another day but desperately looking for a change in luck.
