The door to The Comely Ogre opens a large head pokes through, as a tall half-ogre bends down to pass the door frame, slightly tilting his broad shoulder so they don't scrape the sides.
The half-orc straightens up, and lumbers over to the bar, to the wide-eyed bartender, who looks up and asks,
"Uh..what will it be..sir."
"One water and one ale", seeing the slight distress n the bartenders face, Ozmid adds, "..please?"
The bartender returns in record time with a cool cup of water and a lukewarm clay cup of brown ale.
It was a good day. Making some gold for a few hours work, escorting that merchant across the city, but nobody made a grasp for his coin purse, Ozmid thinks.
With cup of water in hand, the tall half-orc turns around to examine the room. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Ozmid looks across the room to notice, to notice a large table surrounded by various races, and..some half-orcs!
Dear Sarerae! And one of them is female!! And beautiful!!
A smile crosses Ozmid's face, and raises his glass to toast the half-orcs across the way, mouthing the words, "Aka'Magosh"
This is TheWaskally's submission for the campaign, Ozmid, half-orc dervish of dawn (fighter).