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<blockquote data-quote="MortalPlague" data-source="post: 5301261" data-attributes="member: 62721">Taking a bit of a different angle...Gruff, battered human adventurer.&nbsp; He's had his run of fights, taken his scars, and a face that was homely to begin with became downright ugly.&nbsp; Beauty and nice words always win the crowds, so even though it was his bow that kept the goblins from raiding the town four winters ago, the knight who rode into town was given the honors.&nbsp; When the farms were losing sheep to poachers, it was his blade that cut down their leader.&nbsp; But the townsfolk thought he was in with them, just trying to earn a purse by turning coat.&nbsp; Despite ten years of watching over the people, he was run out of town by a mob.And then the orcs found him.&nbsp; He slayed six when they took him, so he was afforded respect as a mighty warrior.&nbsp; He was brought before their chief, who saw his scars and muscles and found a keen appreciation for them.&nbsp; She made him an offer; join with their band, and fight alongside, in exchange for freedom.There was no other choice.&nbsp; That night, she took him to her chambers, and for the first time, a woman did not turn away in scorn at his scars; instead, she caressed them, traced them with her fingers.&nbsp; In the tribe, scars are a badge of honor and strength, something the softer humans never could grasp.&nbsp; And in her arms, the grizzled adventurer found acceptance and love.And so, bound by ties stronger than coin, the grim adventurer has joined in with the orcs, to protect his love, and to get revenge against those who wronged him.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="MortalPlague, post: 5301261, member: 62721"] Taking a bit of a different angle... Gruff, battered human adventurer. He's had his run of fights, taken his scars, and a face that was homely to begin with became downright ugly. Beauty and nice words always win the crowds, so even though it was his bow that kept the goblins from raiding the town four winters ago, the knight who rode into town was given the honors. When the farms were losing sheep to poachers, it was his blade that cut down their leader. But the townsfolk thought he was in with them, just trying to earn a purse by turning coat. Despite ten years of watching over the people, he was run out of town by a mob. And then the orcs found him. He slayed six when they took him, so he was afforded respect as a mighty warrior. He was brought before their chief, who saw his scars and muscles and found a keen appreciation for them. She made him an offer; join with their band, and fight alongside, in exchange for freedom. There was no other choice. That night, she took him to her chambers, and for the first time, a woman did not turn away in scorn at his scars; instead, she caressed them, traced them with her fingers. In the tribe, scars are a badge of honor and strength, something the softer humans never could grasp. And in her arms, the grizzled adventurer found acceptance and love. And so, bound by ties stronger than coin, the grim adventurer has joined in with the orcs, to protect his love, and to get revenge against those who wronged him. [/QUOTE]

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