How much did I have to drink last night? Everything’s so fuzzy. . . .Wait . . .We were in battle. I swung at him. . . his shield deflected the blow, then . . .Oh no. Where am I?
Dench Unglar was born in the small town of Theros, a human settlement inside the border of Belkzen. His mother died in childbirth, and the local temple of Cayden Cailean took him in. Dench was brought up with the ways of the God, and the harnessed the divine power to give him and others strength in battle. As he got older, the local militia enlisted him as a leader in battle with the belief that his orcish instincts would be an advantage in battle against the orc barbarian hordes that ran through the area. Dench ended up a fierce warrior never giving in.
On his last night in what he would call home, he was leading an attack on an orc camp, but it ended up being a trap. Dench came face to face with the leader of the camp, as they started to fight, the leader took his helmet off. He was an older version of Dench. In a fit of rage, Dench struck at him with his falchion over and over again. The orc simply laughed dodging and parrying his blows. The orc swung and struck Dench on the side. In a last ditch effort, Dench swung as hard as he could, but only found the orc’s shield. A chip of iron flew from the shield. Dench caught sight of it just before the orc struck Dench with his flail. Dench fell. He opened his eyes to see the piece of the orc’s shield. He reached for it, but just as his finger touched it, the flail hit the back of his head.
