Male Half Orc Druid (Blight Druid) 1
Not much one for paegentry, a powerfully built, mangy half orc only shows up when the jousting begins. Haunch of meat in one hand, he leans over the low fence demarcating the arena. He jeers and heckles the contestants, calling for more carnage. "You call that a hit!? My grandmother could swing a pig sticker harder than you, and she's dead!" "C'mon, you got him! Finish the sod, put him out of his misery already. This ain't a pony show. Let's see some blood already!"
Male Half Orc Druid (Blight Druid) 1
Deudon wrote: "I admit I am far from home. I go where my sword takes me, or at the very least the gold that hires it. My home lies across the Sea of Fallen Stars; the city-state of Cimbar in the land of Chessenta." "I never been across a sea." Verd responds. "Maybe some day, if the Goddess wills." Raelyn wrote: "Verd! Come meet Thorkaa!" Verd gives Raelyn a sidelong glance "I'm standing right here y'know. " To ThorkaA he asks "How many times have you been out there? To the citadel I mean."
Male Half Orc Druid (Blight Druid) 1
"I'm Verd." He answers matter of factly. After a moment of silence, he seems to realize this is a time for titles. As if by rote, he recites: "Pastoral Close One of the Earth Mother Verd, at your service m'lord." "I does what the Grain Mother tells me. Mostly thats farming, weddings and the like. Now I spose it's fighting goblins and bugger bears." He shrugs. "I nevered quit the job mid harvest if thats what you're asking." |