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“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...

Karskgorak sat and listened to the Drow recount her tale and her creed. Stroking his beard in a wise and wizened manner. “Quite an interesting story elf, though your telling was dull the content more than made up for it! I must say that I am interested in seeing how a book thief makes herself...

Karsk leaned back against the rim of the tub, a grin was on his face as he watched Vel’duith submerge until she was little more than head and hair above the water. “My my, so you are the drow who has come to seek entry into this illustrious order. I had trouble imagining what one of your kind...

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...