Hurlg
In the steel tankard is a dark and soupy ale, thick with hops and smelling faintly of...
In the steel tankard is a dark and soupy ale, thick with hops and smelling faintly of...
Though his flesh is now weary and sags from aging bones, the half-orc carries himself...
Camp, Character, Character request, Half-orc, Pathfinder, Tavern
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
Ammunition, Assassin, Ballroom, Bard, Combat, Music, Player, Ranged weapon, Verse
I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this fool...
Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out, ever moving,...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
“If you ask me, I’d go after the tuskers that got out of here quick before dawn,”...
Cartographer, Dwarven, Goliath, Guard, Half-orc, Inn, Rumor, Snippet
A wounded half-orc man sits on the edge of the stage backed by a tapestry depicting a sea...