The Cult of Orcus
I shoot things. Hard.
I was made when the Orc people came into a Human people town during one of those invasions (reference). My Orc Mom took advantage of my Human Dad. After the invasion was over the Orcs and me went back to Orc land. My mother was killed in an attempt to scale doom mountain. Being a half breed not even the Orcs wanted to take me in, so i was mailed to my dad’s house. I was ok while I was younger, but as i grew up and my Orc features became more apparent we too had to leave. We lived alone in the foothills of the blahblah mountains. This is where I learned to hunt and defend myself with my bow. A used cart salesman came through when i was 20 and sol dmy dad an unfit cart. It ended up having a broken spreader bar and while my dad was on his way back from collecting muskrat pelts, it went out of control and sent him into a deep ravine, where he died. For the rest of my life I will never trust used cart salesmen…