Character Discription:
As you look at Orrash, all you see is two eyes coming from under a drawn hood. Eyes that seem to glow red but as he turns to scan the room and his face comes into the light, the red tint in his eyes seems to have disapeared, leaving behind blue eyes. The color of his skin seems to be some kind of greenish brown and his face cannot be called handsome with his sloping forehead and jutting jaw. Orrash himself is of small stature at only 5"6' tall but as he takes a drink from the ale in front of him, you can see massive arms with bulging muscles come from under the cloak aswell as the glittering of light on metal from the armor he wears. A long two-handed spear rests against the wall next to him, within easy reach.
Character History
You sit back against the wall of the dark cave as you wait to hear Orrash’s story. You look into Orrash’s red eyes as he starts to speak… “So, I’m a half-orc as I hope you figured out by now.
“My mom, Helva, is part of the Bear Clan of the Icewind Dale Barbarians and 15 years ago, when the tribe had settled for the summer near the Spine of the World…” Orrash pauses here and a growl comes forth from his throat before he continues… “she was raped by a patrol of orcs as she was gathering some wild berries.
“Even thought she knew she would give birth to a half-breed, she decided to keep me and she had to raise me by herself because her family was ashamed of her choice and none of the other men of the clan wanted a wife who had a half-orc child with her and there was also the fact that her health had never fully recovered from the rape.
“So, early on, I started to work for the clan’s blacksmith, Kvar. He was a good man who accepted me as I was and I spent many years working for him. It was hard work but I grew strong from it and at 10, Kvar gave me all the armoring jobs since I had a knack for making and repairing armor and that gave him more time for the blacksmithing and weaponsmithing jobs.”
Orrash takes a moment to run his hand across his bald head. “I was accepted by my mother and Kvar but most of the clan hated me for the orcish blood in me since some of their kin were killed by orcs. But at least the other children of the clan only stared angrily or insulted me since I grew up faster then them and my work made me strong.” Orrash smiles weakly and says sarcastically… “I guess I should feel lucky for that.”
He sighs as he looks down at his hands… “And I never engaged them to fight since my mom always told me to leave the others alone because the clan’s king, Rengarth Bearfangs, was always hoping for a reason to get rid of his clan’s shame, me. But Kvar took it upon himself to teach me how to fight, so each day we spent an hour together sparring with spears and he also taught me how to fire a bow.”
Orrash looks up again… “Anyway…you must be wondering why I left my tribe and mother. Well, at the age of 14, all the young men of the clan have to complete a special quest to become a man of the tribe and to receive his last name. Most of the time it consists on killing an enemy of the tribe, surviving for a week alone in winter or hunt down a bear…but not for me.”
He shakes his head and grinds his teeth. “My quest is to find Berhagen’s helm, a gold-dipped bear skull used as a helm by one Rengarth’s ancestors. Berhagen was a great warrior who lived 200 years ago and whose songs are still sung today. He always wore a the skull from the first bear he killed at 11 years old and to honor his fighting prowess, clerics of Tempus dipped the skull in gold, but it was lost when he ambushed by warriors who came by the sea and the skull was never heard from again. Until now…
“Our clan’s shaman had a vision of a man who could help find the golden helm and it seems he resides in Kressilacc. So I made arrangements for my mom and left the clan with the meagre possessions I have and I made my way here.” Orrash runs a hand over his face and shakes his had again… “I was hoping it was all a lie and I could make my way home after reaching this city and finding nothing but that man really exists and he does have information on Berhagen’s helm but he’s asking for an amount of money I don’t have for it.
“So here I am, away from the only home I ever knew, sent away by people who, I’m sure, hope I’ll never make it back, to gather some money for information about a helm I care nothing about. But I need to complete this quest if I ever hope to get back to my home and to be recognized as one of the tribe.”
