Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Fangor, finishing his mug of wine, stands up and proudly boasts, "My name is Fangor. Ogre smashing is my specialty. I know not of my home village, other than it was razed by those stupid beasts and now I am here to help right a terrible wrong. If these adventurers would like my aid, then I will accompany them in this matter."
He looks content with his speach, and sits down to begin eating. Upon sitting, his memories of the Ogres and the fires he saw as a child flood back to him and he is unable to eat. Instead, he fills up his mug again, quelching another thirst that seems to never end. His stern look and seriousness of this information is evident in his face. He is here to do a job, and it will be done to his best ability.
He looks content with his speach, and sits down to begin eating. Upon sitting, his memories of the Ogres and the fires he saw as a child flood back to him and he is unable to eat. Instead, he fills up his mug again, quelching another thirst that seems to never end. His stern look and seriousness of this information is evident in his face. He is here to do a job, and it will be done to his best ability.