3. Rudash Narnack, the nice guy half orc

Rudash Narnack, the nice guy half orc

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    Character Name: Rudash Narnack
    Player ID: Ron07

    It's all but unheard of for a female orc to dominate a tribe. The males tend to stick together and prevent even the strongest females from gathering political power. Rudash's mother, Kadrick Nack was the exception that proved the rule. Ruthless and strong as an ox, she was cunning and evil and fought, killed, and schemed her way to the top of her pack. With a small tribe she called her own she wandered her homelands, lead raids, and brought much booty back to her clan. Rudash's father was among one such haul.

    He had been a human scribe and only Kadrick could say why she took him as a slave, rather than just killing him on the spot. Maybe she found the way he lost control of his bladder endearing, perhaps she heard music in his squeals of terror. The only certainty is that she took him and forbid that he ever speak his name again. That and that she rode the man, in horrible ways on greasy furs, where his next breath depended on his ability to coax his body into a tortured imitation of love. By the time Rudash was born his father had lost his tongue to the rough treatment of orc slaves. Before Rudash could have known who he was Kadrick roasted the man's flesh to settle a dispute between her enforcers.

    Rudash grew strong and tall like his mother, but was always a sensitive soul in orc garb and suffered the ill treatment of the tribe roughly. He could fight, it was true, but he didn't love to fight in the way his full blooded klan mates did. He was happiest when he could make them laugh, without hurting himself or anyone else, and he spent hours trying to entertain them. But Kadrick had no patience for such foolishness, he was to be her heir, and she beat and bit a hardness into him that sometimes gives pause to those other than orc folk. Still, he was no orc chief-ten, and finally no orc at all.

    Kadrick grew to see Rudash as a sign of weakness and she finally exiled her oldest surviving offspring, and declared to all that he was no son of hers. The tribe nearly killed him as he made his escape and his torn and battered body gave way in a hidden forest glen. After days of fever he was finally able to rouse himself and begin his new life, without the constant threat from, and disapproval of, his mother. If he'd been born half elf he'd have been a bard, and his sunny disposition belies his rough appearance. Compassionate to his friends, and professionally dangerous to his foes, he'd rather be telling jokes than "killin'" but somehow folk seem to pay more for half-orc fighters then they do for half-orc comedians.

    With a love for the science of combat, his own version of wit, and a startling compassion for his comrades Rudash really just wants to be liked and get though his next job with as much of his skin intact as possible. He's simple that way.


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