Barend

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.” A large, fat Orc sits down and looks at the women. "Do you have anything to munch on in this rotten place?" The woman mumbles something, but the large Orc does not care. "My name is URK! from the IRON HORDE, I am from a long line of ORC WARRIORS! Myself and all my family are all in the MILITARY! We defend our ORC KING! I also love food! - And if I don't get anything to eat, I'll eat you instead." The woman looks afraid and walks away to get something for Urk to eat. She is horrified by his appearance—a large fat orc who's so fat that you almost don't see his eyes. "Hehe, stupid human, I'm the bestest, smartest, most powerful Orc around." BAM SLAM Urk gets hit on his head and gets knocked out.

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.” A large, fat Orc sits down and looks at the women. "Do you have anything to munch on in this rotten place?" The woman mumbles something, but the large Orc does not care. "My name is URK! from the IRON HORDE, my father was the great DINGO! And if I don't get anything to eat, I'll eat you instead." The woman looks afraid and walks away to get something for Urk to eat. She is horrified by his appearance—a large fat orc who's so fat that you almost don't see his eyes. "Hehe, stupid human, I'm the bestest, smartest, most powerful Orc around." **BAM SLAM** Urk gets hit on his head and gets knocked out.

Urk was never a proud warrior; others of his race looked down on him for his lifestyle. But Urk could not be bothered by this; all he wants to do is eat, fight, and womanize. Members of his clan don't want to be around him; he smells terrible, and his manners are non-existent. Burping while drinking and having no consideration for anyone except for the one who earns his respect by beating his face into the dirt. Urk doesn't go looking for trouble unless the leader of his tribe calls upon him. He explained this in the third person to the woman, then he looked at her screamed, "WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," burped in her face and falls asleep. 💤

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?)) Greetings, oh wise elder! I have arrived in this swampy town seeking wisdom beyond my own. It seems that fate has brought us together. I am ready to hear your words and learn from your experiences. My name is Barend, a 20-year-old Man from a small fishing village. Barend comes from a long line of fishermen, and since he was old enough to hold a net, he has been helping his father and grandfather with their catch. Barend loves the sea and the creatures that live in it, and dreams of one day becoming a great fisherman like his ancestors. However, fate had different plans for Barend. One day, a group of Cannonist attacked the fishing village, burning down houses and killing many of the villagers, including Barend's father and grandfather. Barend and his mother barely escaped with their lives, and were taken in by a nearby town of refugees. As they tried to rebuild their lives, the news came that more Cannonist where coming, and that a great war was looming. The town's leaders decided to send their able-bodied men and women to join the army of the Duke, to defend their land and people. Barend's mother begged the leaders to exempt her son from the draft, as he was too young and had already lost his father and grandfather to the war. But the leaders were desperate for soldiers, and eventually forced Barend to join the army, claiming that every able-bodied person was needed to fight for their survival. Now Barend finds himself torn between his love for the sea and his duty as a soldier. He has never held a sword, let alone fought a battle, and he fears for his life and his mother's safety. But he also knows that he has to do his part to protect his people and honor his father's and grandfather's sacrifice. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…