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My first post here after buying the pdfs (fulfilling a promise to DnD as to what my next gaming purchase would be...)
And it's going to be about an orc.
A half orc, half ogre (well, just a half orc but whatever) named Tauron. He was a noble orc from the spirit bear tribe who was squished by an elder earth elemental.
He wore fine furs, hunted with honour, killed with savagery (ranger, barbarian, rogue) and swung a mighty adamantium axe with which he sundered all in his way. He went toe to toe with a ogre magi and won single handedly.
He sought out the craven orc tribes of the southern lands and tried to lift up his dirty brethren to embrace their true spirits (not successfully, but it's the first time I've ever walked into a full orc camp and walked out without a battle. The DM went a little bug eyed when I announced my ambitions).
His friends were a one handed northern man, a young druid and a fell handed dwarf that was touched by the gods. Long they toiled until they climbed a mighty mountain that was hollowed out into an elemental themed bastion of sinful worship...it was evil through and through.
None survived and there their bodies lay until this day.