Equipment:
Rowboat
Mere (+4/1d4+4/x2)
Great Terbutje (+4/1d10+6/19x2)
Musket & Bayonet (+2/1d10+2/x3/80') (+4/1d6+6/x2)
Cold iron knife (+4/1d4+4/19x2/10')
Book of Records (Accounts of tribal history and contact with outsiders, masterwork tool for knowledge (history) test)
The strong fight for the tribe, that's the rule. Some warriors are the whelp of fishermen or weavers or tanners, others the children of storied warriors who had brought great wealth home from their raids; Nobody expected the storyteller's son to be a warrior. Gruungar drifted through childhood, always willing to help with chores or errands but having no true patience or passion for anything but stories. He would sit by the fireside and listen to the warrior's tales until sleep could not be fought off any longer, or help the crones with their weaving as they reminisced over lost loves and times long passed. It surprised everyone when Gruungar returned from his manhood-trial with the tusks of a great boar and took his place in the warrior's hut.
Gruungar's glory in battle was short lived. On his second raid (a venture against a Larixan trading post) he was struck down and woke to find himself captured and bound. He raged against the foreigners and shouted every manner of insult against his humiliation, but the foreigners merely beat him and reduced his rations to "take the fight out of him". It seemed that he was to be sent away as an exotic slave on the next supply ship. Half starved and desperate in his plight, and knowing he was beyond earthly aid, Gruungar prayed to all the gods he had heard of in the many tales of his youth. His prayers were interrupted by a stranger.
By his stance and by his garb, the orc was a warrior- yet he walked through the Larixans without causing a stir and stared down at Gruungar impassively. "There are few who call on I'kono in this age, who are you warrior, whose soul cries for liberty?" The god and the mortal spoke for a time, and a deal was struck. Gruungar's cage would be opened and his limbs unbound, but it was up to him to reach freedom. The God foresaw war coming to Andronesia; if he survived his escape Gruungar would fight for I'kono coming battles- free to call upon the God's aid but bound to work his will in the world.
Gruungar's escape was a near thing, with much blood spilled and many scars to remember it by. The newly ordained cleric made his way back to his tribe, and awaited his calling.
