Pok

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "I'm looking for my brothers." The orc dips his head in greeting. "I was separated from them during a battle with necromancers, and I have been a wayward soul ever since." Pok lays down his weapons at the gloomy entrance and speaks his mind. "I can't believe those bastards separated us with their magical wands, stupid wands." The orc sighs in disbelief, thinking about his lost brothers, he starts to tremble with rage and a sense of loneliness. "WHY", he shouts, "not only did they separate us, they took one of my teeth. I will get the righteous revenge I deserve, the taste of blood with quench my thirst for war." Revenge is a common theme in Pok's life, as he uses vengeance and anger to cope with his feelings. Although he can contain most of these outbursts, there are some where not even his brothers could contain him. "I will get revenge on those necromancers just like I have with my father."