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The old orc smiled at the under-elf’s amazement towards the Grand Valley’s grandeur. He then nodded his head at Sigrun’s suggestion and took out ahead the cart with a spirited jaunt. A map had been provided to the trio, on how to reach the dwarven town using the old roads, as overgrown as they...

“well at the very least, he will not find us struggling over a broken cart!” Karsk chimed in with a chipper tone to his deep and hearty voice. Clearly, whatever investigating he felt he needed to do with the cart was done with how well the structure of the thing had taken its unexpected, stick...

A light fog wrapped around the mountainside, obscuring the otherwise expansive Vistas one could see from the path leading out of Crobhear. “How unfortunate! I had hoped to see our Plum-faced recruit be dazzled by Lake Crobhear reflecting the morning sun, yet even I cannot see but a scant few...

“Gahahaha! It is as the one saying goes ‘draw hot water and people will come’ though I doubt the tea masters of that small desert nation meant bath water, yet here we are!” Karsk laughed at the emerging chaos around him and soaked peacefully. “Feel free to join in you fresh faced fellows...

The tub was filled and the water was warming nicely. Karsk was making jolly chatter of little consequence, setting things back in their places before joining Melfa in the water. When suddenly the young human he had invited (kidnapped) said something clearly for the first time since Karskgorak...

The old orc let out a hearty laugh and patted Melfa on the back. “Cold? Ah, of course of course. I forget how troubled your kind can be by chiller climates. Come then daughter of Kotir and let me show you a hidden wonder of Crobhear!” Karsk began to make his way across the hall, stopping to...

The doors to the great hall were flung open as a long bearded old orc sauntered in. He looked around the bustling tables and let out a hearty laugh. “Gahahaha, how long has it been since I’ve seen Crobhear so full of merriment? I had thought to rouse the keep a bit with tales of demons...

A good natured Fairy except when she isn't

Once it was clear that the only things that could threaten Afanas’ life were his current wounds, Kargorak left the lord commander’s side and sought out the acting leader of the guard to discuss what else would need to be done. “Ho, good human fellow!” Karsk said approaching Drystan. “A guard...

Standing amongst the cut and pulverized rubble near Afanas and his tainted order, Karskgorak felt the exertion of the evening catching up with him. “Bah! a taste of the glory then for these younger folks, time has placed a cost of rest upon my spirit.” The old orc sheathed his glowing blade...

As Karsk worked to keep the demon at bay and in place, he felt a boot collide with the top of his balding head. Without a moment’s hesitation he realized it was the drow assassin! The orc swung his sword with incredible speed, but only managed to gash the villain’s cloak as the drow lept out...

Karsk tumbled across the dusty floor as the blow from the demon had sent him flying several yards. A moment of distraction had let the monster land on him, as his attention was stolen by that murderous drow. That scrawny elf was starting to become an annoyance besides just being a despicable...

“AND SO THE HUNTER’S MARK FINALLY SHOWS ITS HIDE!” Karskgorak charge through the remaining wraiths, towards the many armed demon. To the side he noticed a tall dark figure he recognized as that foul blooded swordsman Afanas. Karsk had heard the quasi-vampire had returned to hunting after a...

As karsk defended himself against the swarming wraiths he suddenly found himself being headbutted by the drow he had chased down into the cistern. The only injury that came from the headbutt was a small cut on the underelf’s chin from Karsk’s orcish fangs. Karsk immediately thought to return...

As soon as the words left the young Drow’s mouth he was slammed into by 390lbs of charging Orc. Karsk had not stopped when Zyn turned to stand his ground, seeing no reason to give up the momentum that was built by running down the stairs. The two tumbled down the remaining steps and into the...