Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 23, 2023 5:38:42 GMT -5
The Orc has always been home to many delinquents, reprobates and other erstwhile heros. They milled about, taking shelter from the vast expansion of darkness that surrounded the Orc. Some visited the basement of the Orc, some drank and others barely slept, riddled with anxiety about who might attack them in their sleep. But, The Orc has always been neutral ground...
Surprisingly, one individual stood out in his crowd. He was human, chondathan by appearance and accent. He spent his time violently coughing up blood, sat in trade negotiations with the Drow or reading. He spent all of his time in the Library or in his room. He appeared to have amassed enough wealth that people left him alone. Meals and drink where brought to him, for a fair tip, and then silence surrounded him - save for the frequent coughing fits.
This day was diffferent, however; an eclectic mix of adventurers had entered The Orc. They where not taking refuse from the darkness, they where here to see this male. He went by the name... Craggy. It did not take long before they had located him and after a fair amount of time... one of them cast some magics and Craggy was able to breath deep and stand straight. Shortly after, they all parted ways.