Rannulf, son of Rannulf'Gorkil walked through the dusty desert of Anthos towards Krugmar. It'd been about a month since he'd come back to join his brethren he had never known. His father had given him schooling in Orcish ways, in customs, in hunting, in fighting, like ever Orc should. When the Senior Rannulf had died fighting off about fifty monsters and beasts, the younger one decided that the lonely hunting lifestyle his father had adopted was not for him. He set out to find his bruddas, and so here he was, going to rejoin them.
((Ah, yes. For those of you who remember me, I'm back, with Rannulf reincarnated as his son. You'll have to help me readjust after such a long period away, but I gladly look forward to more fun-filled hours pissing in skulls and eating Halflings.))
A Return To Krugmar
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Rannulf, son of Rannulf'Gorkil walked through the dusty desert of Anthos towards Krugmar. It'd been about a month since he'd come back to join his brethren he had never known. His father had given him schooling in Orcish ways, in customs, in hunting, in fighting, like ever Orc should. When the Senior Rannulf had died fighting off about fifty monsters and beasts, the younger one decided that the lonely hunting lifestyle his father had adopted was not for him. He set out to find his bruddas, and so here he was, going to rejoin them.
((Ah, yes. For those of you who remember me, I'm back, with Rannulf reincarnated as his son. You'll have to help me readjust after such a long period away, but I gladly look forward to more fun-filled hours pissing in skulls and eating Halflings.))