Recent content by Karskgorak Fiend-Crusher

“Weak minded fools!” Karskgorak shouted, out into the crowd. “Balak Kotir, White snake, Gol’fen’fen, Myrry the sly! In even recent decades there are plenty of orcs to follow and conquer with, and yet these whelps all flock to devil! A devil!” The old orc then looked at Borr with deep anger...

Karskgorak turned to face the Borr and flashed a toothy smile. “Hah! I can tell by your words friend that you are no stranger to the hardships of this world.” The old orc then put a hand on Borr’s shoulder to mimic the previous gesture. “But know that such cynicism is but a gentle poultice...

Back over in the feast-hall, over two dozen orcs were crowded around a heavy wooden table, where Karskgorak and a famed berserker of the horde were locked in a heated arm wrestle. “Come on, Vobal!” Shouted another berserker. “Show that Old kook that we ain’t a bunch of elf arms!” Vobal was...

In the feasthall, countless orcs drank and ate, singing songs of war bands past and legendary acts as embellished as they were incredible. The plotting of the war council was a distant thing to able bodies of the green-skinned horde. All they cared to know was that the towering red demon had...

Largo’s face was red as a beet. The hatred that he fel was not something that a few well-intentioned words could ever quell. “Why yes!” The dwarf exclaimed in a sarcastic tone. “Why don’t I just let you, damnable enemy of my house, return to your caves on the hollow promise that you will...

“And I am Karskgorak Fiend Crusher! I must say it was good fortune that no serious harm remained on you upon reverting to your dwarven form! it would have been quite the tragedy if your back were to have remained broken!” Baldarion looked quite intimidated by the cuff-bound orc, and rubbed his...

“Bahahaha” laughed the old orc. “Then it seems the time has come for an old celibate such as I to take my leave, as talk shifts to that of intimate youth.” Karsk stood from the bath and made his way to his tucked away items, donning the bare minimum to ensure his decency as turned to the...

The interior of the tower was a tight fit for Karskgorak. The halls designed for beings half his size, forcing the towering orc to duck under arches and hanging light fixtures. That aside, Karskgorak was surprisingly compliant with the wishes of the guards, agreeing to have his arms bound by...

The bizarre and ‘heated’ merriment would continue for some time, with Karsk sharing outlandish and ridiculous tales that seemed to span far longer than an orc’s natural lifespan should account for. All the while the water kept getting hotter and the room more full of steam. Outside the stone...

“Very well!” Said Karsk, picking up the unconscious and naked dwarf with a single arm. “Let us be off then to this tower, I must say I was hoping we could see inside before we left.” The tension of the situation appeared lost on the old orc as he strolled casually towards the crowded door...

The antlered avian emerged from the fallen bookshelf with a defiant screech that cut short as Karskgorak tackled the beast with a full body charge. The Peryton was slammed into a sturdy stone wall and collapsed as Karsk took a step back over the cluttered pile of books and shelf. Local...

The old orc grinned and let out a hearty laugh before kicking the door with an incredible force. The door shattered inward as splinters littered the already messy interior. Once inside, it was clear that what Sigrun had seen through the window was hardly an exception. Everywhere that could be...

The glancing eyes that came towards Sigrun’s companions were there to be sure, but mostly coming from the older dwarves who puffed away at long wooden pipes. The young folk on the other hand seemed to regard the drow and orc and odd novelties and little more. Karskgorak bit off a hunk of...

the dwarf made his way over to the cart, chainmail clattering and boots thumping. He eyed Karsk and Vel’duith suspiciously—hardly letting the two of them out of his sight as he passed by. “I know folks like to bring all sorts strange things to master Baldarion… but a mummy, sounds right...

The old orc had a frown flash across his face at the suggestion he had stole anything— that his predecessor had stolen anything! Though before correction could be offered, the village guard had called out, and Karsk’s mind pushed out the old to focus on the new. “It is as my fine dwarven...