01-22-2007, 11:35 PM
In the wild lands of Damara, bordering the Great Glacier, the barbaric tribes of Orcs and the ever-expanding humans waged almost a constant war for land and slaves. During the seldom times of peace, it?s not unknown for unions between the two races to occur. Though typically as short-lived as the peace-times they?re made during, they leave lasting legacies in the half-breed spawn they produce.
Unlike other orcs, Gorthic was a good-hearted warrior and loved his human wife Samantha. This obviously brought him into conflict with the other members of his tribe who believed humans to be slaves at best. This ultimately resulted in the deaths of himself and his wife, after he refused to allow a drunken warrior to lay with her. And so, their infant child was left alone in the world.
Passed around like an unwanted disease, the nameless child was raised by the clan as a whole until it was decided he was old enough to fend for himself. From that point, life became tough for the unnamed boy. He ate whatever scraps he could find, and went hungry more often than not. The other children ridiculed him for his mixed heritage, and the elders considered him a burden on the tribe.
Eventually the teasing took a violent turn, forcing the young boy to flee the village to save his life. The toughness that had been bred into him during his brief stay with the Orcs helped him survive in the wild. He hunted for his meat, foraged when he couldn?t catch anything, and basically survived as best he could. Soon, these talents became ingrained within him, turning him into more animal than man.
The nameless warrior grew older and wiser; his body becoming stronger due to both his heritage and his time spent fending for himself. Learning the ways of the wild, his heart became a powerful tool to use in defending himself. A timely burst of anger could draw forth strength and stamina when most needed, as the half-orc lad soon discovered. During one of his many foraging outings, he stumbled upon a cave laden with food and treasures. Instinct told him it was dangerous, but his curiosity got the best of him.
While gathering some food, and admiring the objects lying around, the young half-orc was caught by the cave?s owner. A hulking giant, even larger than the nameless one, it was an ogre. An angry ogre. The brute rushed forward to kill the intruder, and the boy hurriedly searched his surroundings for a weapon. He found one, the ogre?s greataxe, and brought the mighty weapon to bear against its owner.
Merely wounding the giant was enough to allow the wild half-orc an escape and he took it, fleeing with the weapon in hand. Knowing the area would no longer be safe with that villain looking for him, the newly outfitted barbarian headed south to greener pastures. The more civilized lands held new opportunities for the young half-orc, and he soon found that his strength would feed and shelter him easily. Talking to people was a bit tough though, as most couldn?t understand his rudimentary grasp of even his native language. A few hand gestures and a gold piece or two usually closed the language gap though.
Naming himself Whompt, after someone mentioned that most people have a name, the barbarian began hiring himself out to caravans as a guard. Years passed as he continued this line of work, and he became fairly renowned for his reliability, as well as his signature weapon. His last mission would mark a change of fate for Whompt.
During this particular trip, the caravan master had hired on a mage to help. Most of the time Whompt gave the other members of the team no mind, and this time was no exception. Hell if anything, his racial hatred of elves made him standoffish towards the outwardly weak creature. That changed though when the caravan was overrun by brigands. Of all those who?d come along, only himself and the elf had survived.
Whompt was forced to admit that the mage was strong with his spells and a grudging respect was born. It seemed like a perfect match; the half-orc provided the muscle while Eviryri, the mage, brought his social skills and his formidable magic. After a while, the barbarian and mage became the closest of friends and the two seemed as though they could never be separated.
Eviryri is Whompt?s only family, as far as the brute is concerned and he?ll defend him to death. Those who hurt the mage are destroyed in a flash of fury. Even those who merely insult the elf die by the half-orc?s axe. The mage need merely say the word and people would die.
Unlike other orcs, Gorthic was a good-hearted warrior and loved his human wife Samantha. This obviously brought him into conflict with the other members of his tribe who believed humans to be slaves at best. This ultimately resulted in the deaths of himself and his wife, after he refused to allow a drunken warrior to lay with her. And so, their infant child was left alone in the world.
Passed around like an unwanted disease, the nameless child was raised by the clan as a whole until it was decided he was old enough to fend for himself. From that point, life became tough for the unnamed boy. He ate whatever scraps he could find, and went hungry more often than not. The other children ridiculed him for his mixed heritage, and the elders considered him a burden on the tribe.
Eventually the teasing took a violent turn, forcing the young boy to flee the village to save his life. The toughness that had been bred into him during his brief stay with the Orcs helped him survive in the wild. He hunted for his meat, foraged when he couldn?t catch anything, and basically survived as best he could. Soon, these talents became ingrained within him, turning him into more animal than man.
The nameless warrior grew older and wiser; his body becoming stronger due to both his heritage and his time spent fending for himself. Learning the ways of the wild, his heart became a powerful tool to use in defending himself. A timely burst of anger could draw forth strength and stamina when most needed, as the half-orc lad soon discovered. During one of his many foraging outings, he stumbled upon a cave laden with food and treasures. Instinct told him it was dangerous, but his curiosity got the best of him.
While gathering some food, and admiring the objects lying around, the young half-orc was caught by the cave?s owner. A hulking giant, even larger than the nameless one, it was an ogre. An angry ogre. The brute rushed forward to kill the intruder, and the boy hurriedly searched his surroundings for a weapon. He found one, the ogre?s greataxe, and brought the mighty weapon to bear against its owner.
Merely wounding the giant was enough to allow the wild half-orc an escape and he took it, fleeing with the weapon in hand. Knowing the area would no longer be safe with that villain looking for him, the newly outfitted barbarian headed south to greener pastures. The more civilized lands held new opportunities for the young half-orc, and he soon found that his strength would feed and shelter him easily. Talking to people was a bit tough though, as most couldn?t understand his rudimentary grasp of even his native language. A few hand gestures and a gold piece or two usually closed the language gap though.
Naming himself Whompt, after someone mentioned that most people have a name, the barbarian began hiring himself out to caravans as a guard. Years passed as he continued this line of work, and he became fairly renowned for his reliability, as well as his signature weapon. His last mission would mark a change of fate for Whompt.
During this particular trip, the caravan master had hired on a mage to help. Most of the time Whompt gave the other members of the team no mind, and this time was no exception. Hell if anything, his racial hatred of elves made him standoffish towards the outwardly weak creature. That changed though when the caravan was overrun by brigands. Of all those who?d come along, only himself and the elf had survived.
Whompt was forced to admit that the mage was strong with his spells and a grudging respect was born. It seemed like a perfect match; the half-orc provided the muscle while Eviryri, the mage, brought his social skills and his formidable magic. After a while, the barbarian and mage became the closest of friends and the two seemed as though they could never be separated.
Eviryri is Whompt?s only family, as far as the brute is concerned and he?ll defend him to death. Those who hurt the mage are destroyed in a flash of fury. Even those who merely insult the elf die by the half-orc?s axe. The mage need merely say the word and people would die.
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