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Born as an outcast by both his orcish and human heritage, U'reck was raised in hiding. His Mother, Gail, had told him the story when U'reck was in his tenth year. Gail was celebrating her 16th name day when the orcs attacked. Strong willed and brave she lunged at the orc that had just smashed her Father's head in. She drew up the knife that she had been using to skin the meager chicken that was meant to be the main course of her name day celebration.
With a mighty cry she sliced the forearm of the orc. He looked at Gail and laughed as blood began to spill out of his arm. The Orc grabbed and disabled Gail and enjoyed his spoils right there in front of her dead Father. Gail tried to fight back but was no match for the orcs brutish strength. She screamed for help as he held her down and ripped her skirt off. She felt the pain as he forced his way into her. Struggle as she might, Gail was helpless. She felt his seed spray into her as the orc grunted and let out a victory cry.
The next thing Gail knew a warm sticky dark red substance was spilling out all over her and the orcs massive body fell on top of her just before everything went black.

Broken and sore Gail could barely move, everything was dark. Flashes of memory came back to her and she realized the pressure she was feeling was the dead orc on top of her. Gail wriggled free from underneath the body and surveyed here surroundings. Her entire community was gone, either killed by the orc raiding party or taken by the orcs as slaves. Gail hurt all over and she was torn and bleeding where the orc had violated her. Gail could do little more than stumble to the well and take a drink. She blacked out again.

When she awoke she felt a strange sensation and soon realized it was the motion of a wagon. Gail had been found by a passing merchant caravan. During the months that followed Gail had befriended the caravan's healer, Magda. Gail learned about roots and herbs and how to make ointments and healing potions at Magda's hand.
It soon became apparent that Gail was with child. Gail bore her child and named him Richard after her father.

Half breeds were not uncommon in this caravan and so the child was able to grow and spend time with the other children of the camp. However whenever the caravan would come to a new city Richard was forced to stay hidden within the tents while the other children played with the city folks. Richard soon found he was an outcast amongst outcasts. As Richard grew into a young man the other children started to laugh at him and call him "orc breath" or "big tooth" referring to the tusks that grew from his mouth. Richard began spending time with the adults of the camp, carrying heavy loads, pitching tents, fetching water. However his favorite way to spend time was alone heaving his axe at trees to make wood for the fire. The adults all seemed to appreciate his help. Richard soon realized however that it was not him that they appreciated as he heard whispers when they thought he was not listening.

One night when Richard was 13 the caravan was set upon by some wild beasts. The beasts attacked and killed one of the guards ripping his throat out. Richard was at the edge of a wooded area chopping with his axe as he heard the screams coming from the camp. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and came upon the dead guard. Richard had one thought, where is my mother. He ran to the tent he shared with Magda and his mother and found a beast devouring the bloody corpse of his mother. Richard lifted his axe and with a monstrous force from within his chest he swung and split open the beasts side as blood and innards poured out. He turned as another beast leapt and clasped onto his shoulder with its massive jaws knocking him down. He struck at the beast with his fist and heard a loud crack as the beast released his shoulder with a whimper. The beast leapt at Richard’s throat, at was all Richard could do to hold the beast off as his shoulder was oozing and burning with pain. Just as Richard felt he could no longer hold off the beast two of the caravan guards rushed into the tent and stabbed the beast with their long swords.

After the beasts had been killed or run off, Magda helped Richard with his shoulder by placing a compress of herbs and wrapping it. She told Richard that his mother would be proud of him. He said nothing. All reason for living seemed to fade from Richard over the next few weeks. When Richard had healed from his wounds the captain of the guard found him and complimented him on his performance with the axe against the beasts. The captain said "Richard, how would you like to be trained with a war axe? After a couple of years you will make a good addition the caravan guard." Richard simply replied "you may call me U’Reck; Richard has no meaning for my any longer". The captain nodded, and said "Your training begins tomorrow."

U'relloth is a high ranking cleric who worships the Lord of Madness known as the Deep Drake. She is looking to help the party find the Deep Drake and rescue it from/remind it to stop eating Aboleths.

She is slightly taller than the average human and has a somewhat muscular build. Her skin is light blue with aqua markings. She has yellow fish-like eyes and finned ears. Where most humanoids have hair she has a mass of tentacles that run along her skull.

When dressing for battle or adventuring she wears mithral full-plate that has been tinted a silvery blue. She has had the symbol of the Deep Drake emblazoned on both the belt and center of the chest piece.

When above water and not dressed in her full armor, she wears a chain shirt, hooded robe, and belted tabard.

U'relloth is usually not seen with out one or more of her followers. The most commonly seen being Narthoden, a planar ranger and fellow Water Genassi.

Her demeanor is usually brooding or sarcastic, though she has been known to laugh or smile at may of the things her fellow party members have said.

U'relloth was born underwater and has lived amongst other aquatic races most of her life. She was born to a family of commoners who were both confused by and proud of her talent for philosophy as a child.

When she was twelve years old she visited the land walkers for the first time. This was the first time she had spent extended time in the sun, and something about this place bothered her. In the sea it was dark and brutal, and those who were not strong or clever died. The land seemed so forgiving that it was some how hollow to her. This world was a fragile lie.

When she returned home she began to examine the world around her, both chaotic and beautiful. It was not long before she joined the church of the Deep Drake and ascended it's rank quickly. Her fast thinking mind and force of personality made others flock to her.

Narthoden her ranger was assigned to her as a guide and protector. Though she has now grown stronger than him, she still sees him as her closest sibling under the Deep Drake. Their relationship is not marked by any particular tenderness or conversation, it is more that the two have a mutual understanding of their situation, very small fish in a very deep sea.

1,50m de constituição larga, cabelo curto e barba trançada quase pretos, olhos prateados e pele cor de argila, com o rosto levemente avermelhado pelo álcool.

Malditos humanos. Tão bravos, tão curiosos, tão sagazes e ainda assim tão efêmeros. Apesar de ter que dar o braço a torcer e admitir que meus anciões estavam certos, não me arrependo de tê-la conhecido. Alta, pele de mármore café-imperial, cabelos cheios como milhares de parafusos negros, vestida de armadura azul celeste, guardava a caravana mercante que chegava em Gilgirn todo mês. Alika Mxoyana era seu nome. Estava apaixonado e, com o passar de poucos meses, ela também ficou. Nos 6 primeiros anos, não saía de sua mente a ideia de ser mãe... e eu estava empolgado com a ideia de ser pai. Adotamos uma menina humana. Claramente, meu clã protestou, mas de nada adiantou, minha visão estava cega com a negritude daquela mulher. Yemi era uma doce menina de pele de cobre e ondas de cabelo vermelhos como bauxita, com apenas 3 anos, um bebê.

A criança passava a maior parte do tempo com a mãe, ficando apenas uma semana comigo na fortaleza por mês. Não tardou muito para que Alika, com seus quase 30 anos, decidisse que além de ser mãe, ficaria grávida. Algo que eu não poderia suprir. Com muito pesar, vi Alika e Yemi partirem de minha vida para algum lugar distante ao sul. Acho que foi para o melhor.... Naquele mesmo ano, fomos atacados por bestas flamejantes em condições muito desfavoráveis, tivemos até que pedir ajuda para o clã de draconatos, mas nem isso foi o suficiente. Não conseguiria me perdoar se algo tivesse acontecido com elas...

Enfim, minha cidade natal, assim como meu coração, estava destruída e pegando fogo. Naquele lugar devastado, nada restou para os anões, Vayemniri ou humanos. Os antigos estavam mortos ou em vias de. Aqueles que sobreviveram estavam inconsoláveis pelas perdas, tanto de familiares e amigos quanto pelo trabalho árduo de suas vidas desperdiçado. Então me mudei. E cá estou. No começo foi complicado, faziam graça do meu sotaque, mas fiz amigos. Consegui uma grana construindo e consertando edificações e túneis, além de ganhar cerveja como pagamento pelo “favor” de expulsar babacas da taverna local. Já tomei melhores, mas com o tempo a gente acostuma.

A gruff, feral-looking, beast of a man, Udyr stands 7 feet tall, exceptionally lean and muscular. His thick dark brown hair flows into a scraggy beard, dense like fur.

He adornes many beads and small trinkets, representing his heratige from the spirit walker line, they are simple and understated, tired from the elements, but worn with pride none-the-less. He wears a dull reddish leather armour, covered by a fur cloak.

Having spent many years in isolation, fuelled by rage, his temper is fierce. However, since his time with the Order, he has found meditation and purpose, and with support has worked hard towards becoming a more rounded and sociable person. He is more humbled, but yet unfamiliar with the etiquette of higher society.

Attributes
STR 13
INT 09
WIS 12
DEX 14
CON 17
CHR 11

Warrior, hit points: 22

Background Adventuring Warrior
choose four skills, two of whgich must be warrior class...

Combat/Primitive; Perception; Stealth; Survival

Background Tribesman

Combat/Primitive; Combat/Unarmed, Culture/World, Survival.

Skills
Combat/Primitive 1
Combat/Unarmed 1
Culture/World 0
Survival 1
Stealth 0
Perception 0

Weapon/Armour
Leather Jacket (7)
Broken Irreparable Mag Rifle (used as a Club 1d4, Booga tribe status symbol).
Great Sword (2d6)
Grenades x 6 (2d6)

Equipment
Rope
Rations x 2
Spyglass (Binoculars)
Backpack