Jagor and Makoa grew up in the same tribe, but had very little in common. While Makoa had the brute strength and look of a warrior, Jagor was fat and weak. To survive, Jagor learned to develop
his strengths. He possessed quick hands and sharp eyes, and he worked to make them better. Because of his stature, the elders did not want to waste time training him in the traditional combat of the barbarian, so Jagor had to teach himself. He found that his quick hands could be weapons unto themselves, but the elders would not include him in hunts despite his developing prowess, requiring him to be nothing more than a simple scout. Eventually, he struck out on his own. He told Makoa that he was heading into the civilized lands and walked away, taking nothing from the tribe.
The first civilization he came to was Riddleport. Before he'd been in town for a full day, he'd been robbed twice -- but to the frustration of the would-be thieves, the young half-orc had nothing but the clothes on his back, and they were so shabby that no one would take them. A beggar, Ol' Jim, took pity on the "new guy," and showed him how to get money and where to buy food. Ol' Jim correctly felt that if he helped the kid, the kid might help him in return. The next time a local tough tried to rob the old man, there was an angry young half-orc there to help, and the thief woke up the next day bruised, beaten, and penniless. He felt comfortable in a city of gangs because they were just tribes to him and he decided that Ol' Jim was his new tribe.
The old man taught Jagor the rules for the silly games that the humans played for money and discovered that he had quite a knack for gambling. Having found his meal ticket to the good life, Ol' Jim began to make plans to take advantage of Jagor's skill. Unfortunately, the old man's time came to its close before he could collect on the promise.
Since then, Jagor has earned money at the tables, in the gladiator arena, and providing protection services for would-be gamblers. Tired of the constant hand-to-mouth, he's decided to attend the Gold Goblin's tournament to see if it was a place where he could work. Any place with a big tournament like this is bound to grow, right?
Best of all, he's been contacted by Makoa, and he's going to the tournament, too! With Makoa keeping an eye out, it will be a lot easier to win and live to tell the tale...
