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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Radaceus" data-source="post: 6740435" data-attributes="member: 6796086">Hello,wondering if you are still recruiting (sign is still up <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> ), I have read through all of this thread and I love the concept, I played in Greyhawk back in the 80s. The house rules look great, I've played many a 1e/2e campaign with a similar take on races and classes. I especially like the challenge of playing in the 'gritty realism' format. I currently DM 5E for 6 veteran players, so i am good on the rules. but I AM new to PbP, so after all that, may I submit:Horse Grendason, Half-orc Barbarian; Gladiator(Entertainer variant).Short coarse brown hair. tall stocky build. Missing an earlobe, several scars upon his face, his yellow green eyes the only evidence of his orcish blood. Taciturn, but not unkind, fights because he is good at it, because it keeps him fed.My mother, Grenda, was an adventurer, a barbarian of the Wild Coast whose clan originated in the Pomarj but were pushed out during the Hateful Wars. She was taken as a slave, while employed as a mercenary in a skirmish on the borders of the Ulek States, and kept as a concubine by an Orc chief. She was not held hostage long before being rescued by her companions, but long enough to be seeded with orc blood. Determining herself pregnant, my mother retired from her company of friends, and faded into obscurity, settling in Greyhawk, where she blended into the riff raff of the River Quarter, making a living as best she could while raising me. I, an ugly child, had a rough upbringing, bullied a lot until I grew into my own and fought back. My mother made sure to nurture the warrior in me as was her way, teaching me the ways of her clan.  Upon coming of age she confided in me the truth of my birth , and of my father, and explained to me to keep this to myself. As I aged, my ugly replaced by scars, any evidence of my origin hidden by  such disfigurement, the ridiculing stopped. I found work on the docks and soon made a name for myself in the many brawls that were commonplace, was approached by a promoter of the Pits and became a gladiator.</blockquote>

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