Giant Hunting
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The Bastard Dwarf Korak strolls the docks once more. His runic tattoos flowing over his beardless jaw draws many rumors and murmurs. He passes through many ale houses drinking his fill and asking about warriors willing to accompany him into the mountains to slay Giants. Once a capable crew is assembled, he pays his tab and sets out into the mountains of Peltarch hefting his greataxe in his stubby hands with whatever crew is willing to join for whatever reasons.
//logging in regularly to slay some hill giants. Feel free to join!
