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DM

On a separate issue I may have a spot for Tunk coming soon.

Cheers

Tunk is armed, ready, and willing. This Half-Orc needs redemption in a bad way. Thanks for thinking of the confused big guy.

Hey KC, Utak here. I created this guy awhile back for a differenct PbP. The game died before it really started. I am still really wanting to try him out. I could tweak him as needed if there is still an opening. So, if you need to fill a 'Warrior' spot, then Tunk is your man. Well .. Um .... Half-Orc. Just let me know.

Cheers.

I am up for playing even if it progesses at a snail's pace. I really like Tunk and would like to see him get to smash things. Trust me, I understand how much work and time running of these takes. (That is why I canceled my PbP when things changed in my life.) So... As long as you are still interested in running the game, I can wait patiently for infrequent posts. Cheers.

DM Hammith, Just checking in. I understand that school has started, and you are busy. Will you have time for this game? Just curious. I can wait and be patient. Just want to know if you are still interested. I just really like my character, and Tunk is getting anxious to smash something :)

The Half-Orc follows the little Kenku over to a table. After the miniature humanoid introduces himself, Tunk stares for a moment then responds with a meaty thumb to his chest, "Me Tunk." Then after an uncomfortable pause, Tunk thinks back to what Lut taught him about 'how to act in the city' and then responds, "Nice to meet you." He then gives his awkward one-tusked smile. "Lets eat, then find rederken."

At the sound of food and drink, Tunk perks up even more, and now the little Kenku has the Half-Orc's full attention. "Yes! Learn, eat, drink. Find rabention. Talk dreams. Make Tunk better." Tunk smiles again awaiting his new teacher's lead.

As Tunk ends his introduction to the pipe-smoking human, but before the human responds, an interesting miniscule humanoid bird-like creature grabs Tunk's attention. He looks down while the creature's voice has an almost hypnotizing effect on the half-orc. Tunk has a mostly dumbfounded look, but then finally responds, “Redention. Yes, make Tunk better.” Tunk then looks back up at the human with confusion not knowing what to do next. He then give his awkward smile, thinking that he is really lucky to have two individuals who want to help.

As Tunk scans the hazy inside of this gathering place, pleasant, yet unknown smells, play with his senses. The food and drink brings a rumble to his stomach reminding him of the last time he ate a decent meal. His gaze then falls on a massive bird statue acting as a pillar to hold up the ceiling. Tunk is able to appreciate the fine sculpture. Although his tribe is barbaric, they share an appreciation of art. His people concentrate more on face painting, and crude at that, but art nonetheless. Then his scrutiny of the room, by following human women with trays of food and drink, discern that the place to fill his stomach is at the long raised table almost against the wall. While looking that direction, a man wearing clothing of myriad colors and huffing on a smoke stick catches the half-orc’s eyes. Tunk recognizes the invitation and bounds over. Looking the man square in the eye and pointing a thick thumb to his chest, he simply says as an introduction, “Tunk.” The half-orc then drops his thumb before he speaks again, “Need to learn from priests. Need regandtchen. Help city.” Tunk then smiles, his mouth bent awkward from a broken tusk, thinking that he got lucky and this man will give Tunk the answers he needs.

Evening was approaching as Tunk viewed the City of Mondthep a mile away with the great shining Yulniir Sea as a darker blue backdrop. Its great walls and multi-floored buildings put an awe in the mighty half-orc. He raided villages in the past, but never truly saw the heights of civilization. His powerful legs thumped the rocky ground below him as his muscled arms pumped at his side carrying his large coal-skinned frame toward the city. He approached from the west, the sinking sun enlarging his shadow to monstrous proportions. His right hand holds his favorite weapon, a maul, carried near the base of the head, and with a great sword strapped to his back and throwing axes at his side, he looked like a one-man army.

The sun was near the setting horizon when Tunk finally breached Mondthep’s walls and the barbarian half-orc took in his first flavor of civilization. He did not like taste and almost spat as he viewed the huddled masses wasting away in the shadows of their giant buildings. Many residents coughed and sneezed. Tunk viewed these sick with disdain. His tribe the Ghakd ’Usg Vagza , FireSkulls to civilized folk, would burn these weak ones. Only the mighty lived and ruled in the Hellspawn Mountains where he grew up.

That was many years ago now though, Tunk had to remember. Lut, the great warrior who spared his life while Tunk was still a youth, had sent him on a mission of redemption, what the half-orc understood as ‘Make Tunk Better’. Tunk was here to learn about the various religions of civilization and find what Lut believed to be the good soul that was buried under the evil ingrained doctrines of the Ghakd ’Usg Vagza . Tunk did not understand all of this though. His understanding simply came down to ‘Make Tunk Better’.

Tunk quickly learned that he would find no religion tonight, for the Temple District was walled off and closed. Tunk only understood that bad things were happening, and he would not find what Lut called redemption, until the bad things were stopped.

Now wondering around not knowing what to do or understanding how a city works, Tunk gives warning glances at anyone he feels deserves one. Then the smell of food catches his nose and he follows. He stops next to a building and looks up. Not able to read, he sees some lettering on a sign depicting a black bird. The smell of food and drink comes from this place and his stomach growls with anticipation. As he nears, he hears many voices inside. They seem to be talking strategy regarding the city’s problems. Tunk steps through the doors and his mighty frame silhouettes against the opening. Without any thought of etiquette or tact, he simply states loudly and firmly, “I am Tunk. I need to help. Lut tells Tunk to find Ragandtion!” Tunk then looks around the room to see if anyone responds to his thundering bellow.

Tunk is fully statted and fleshed out for your review. Complete with background, description, and personality.

Cheers

Hey Hammith,

Meet Tunk. He is a destructive force, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. I still have to work on his background and description, but his stats are in his profile for your viewing pleasure or, hopefully not, displeasure. :)

Also, do you have an orc deity in your world? Tunk will not be worshiping him or her, but he used to, and there will be mention in his background about an orc deity.