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1. Jeeeek
2. Barbarian, human
3. Born in .... I don't remember when anymore, but I know I'm no more than 30. Strong build, my barbarian roots make themselves known. Short hair, you could even say closer to medium length. Long-unshaven stubble covers part of my face. A vacant, expressionless gaze that has seen so many deaths in its time that even a Necromancer could be envious. The body is covered in scars; among them: 2 on the face, one goes through the eye, which is, however, common among warriors, the second goes from the ear to the lip. On the body itself, there are about twenty, plus wounds from arrows and magic. The torso is covered in drawings applied by orc shamans. Two fingers are missing from the left hand, and a piece of the ear is gone, lost in childhood in a fight with ragamuffins just like me. Not tall. I wear ordinary studded chainmail and trousers, but my boots are special; a mage gave them to me, I don't remember what I helped him with. On my head is a horned helmet with studded chainmail hanging from the sides.
4. Behind my back is always a named axe, beginning to rust, received in honor of freedom. Like me, it is soaked in blood. A mace hangs on the left of the belt, and 3 light throwing axes on the right. Very recently, in battle, my shield was smashed — so I am currently searching for a new one.
5. Not yet determined.
6. I have been alone all my life, there was no one, neither friends nor relatives. I don't remember my earliest childhood. I spent most of my life with orcs; it was a complete hole, but now the city is gone, only ruins remain after the invasion of the Necromancers. As they told me there, I came to them on my own, though I find it hard to believe. The orcs immediately sent me to some pen; I lived with cattle, and there were about 40 other people besides me, all terrifying, embittered, ready to kill at any moment, I remember it as if it were now. Perhaps they are the ones who planted all my cruelty within me.
In short, I lived there for about 24 years, or somewhere around that, I lost track of time long ago. Every year, an orc named Wartull would take 8 people from the pen and hold gladiatorial fights; the winner was freed, granted eternal honor and glory. Orcs themselves sometimes participated in the Tournaments, but that was when it seemed you were already free, but then a huge orc would step out and you had to fight him. My time came; it wasn't my first time killing, and the orcs taught me a lot (, I am proficient with any type of melee weapon except the bow, I've never shot one, ) and my victory in the tournament was absolute: 4 fights, 4 deaths, including one revered orc ( , the shaman's right hand, ) Urlog. For this, I received the axe with my name on it, honor, and glory. I did not leave the orcs; I was offered to become a commander over the morras (humans, mercenaries for the orcs). From battle to battle, I rose higher and higher until I became quite revered by the orcs; for some time, my name was constantly on their lips. But after a battle with some people in green robes with huge bows, I probably died (this isn't the first time for me,, but I've never had so many wounds). My body, with about 7 arrows sticking out of it, lay on the battlefield for a long time, but then something breathed life back into me; then I realized that I still had something to do. I set out to wander the land in search of my destiny, trying to atone for my guilt, my many sins, but I am not afraid to die; I have done so much that death, for me, is not a punishment, but a help.
I haven't been anywhere, so I don't know or see much.
I tried to erase my memory by drinking for days on end, but something with a sweet voice called me to...
7. On the brink of death, somewhere near Santagra.
CURRENTLY LOCATED: near Krrah-taak
LEVEL 4
MARTIAL ARTS 2
DEFENSE 2
WISDOM 1
(unallocated skill points - 2)
LIFE
100Hp/100Hp
ITEMS:
Jeeeek's Named Axe (+2 atk)
Money 49 gold
ABILITIES:
Fury - Attack + 10%
Defense - 15%
Magic Immunity 2%- for each level Jeeeek receives + 6% to magic resistance. skill works up to 60%
Poison Immunity 3% for each level Jeeeek receives + 1% to poison resistance. skill works up to 40%
1. Jeeeek
2. Barbarian, human
3. Born in .... I don't remember when anymore, but I know I'm no more than 30. Strong build, my barbarian roots make themselves known. Short hair, you could even say closer to medium length. Long-unshaven stubble covers part of my face. A vacant, expressionless gaze that has seen so many deaths in its time that even a Necromancer could be envious. The body is covered in scars; among them: 2 on the face, one goes through the eye, which is, however, common among warriors, the second goes from the ear to the lip. On the body itself, there are about twenty, plus wounds from arrows and magic. The torso is covered in drawings applied by orc shamans. Two fingers are missing from the left hand, and a piece of the ear is gone, lost in childhood in a fight with ragamuffins just like me. Not tall. I wear ordinary studded chainmail and trousers, but my boots are special; a mage gave them to me, I don't remember what I helped him with. On my head is a horned helmet with studded chainmail hanging from the sides.
4. Behind my back is always a named axe, beginning to rust, received in honor of freedom. Like me, it is soaked in blood. A mace hangs on the left of the belt, and 3 light throwing axes on the right. Very recently, in battle, my shield was smashed — so I am currently searching for a new one.
5. Not yet determined.
6. I have been alone all my life, there was no one, neither friends nor relatives. I don't remember my earliest childhood. I spent most of my life with orcs; it was a complete hole, but now the city is gone, only ruins remain after the invasion of the Necromancers. As they told me there, I came to them on my own, though I find it hard to believe. The orcs immediately sent me to some pen; I lived with cattle, and there were about 40 other people besides me, all terrifying, embittered, ready to kill at any moment, I remember it as if it were now. Perhaps they are the ones who planted all my cruelty within me.
In short, I lived there for about 24 years, or somewhere around that, I lost track of time long ago. Every year, an orc named Wartull would take 8 people from the pen and hold gladiatorial fights; the winner was freed, granted eternal honor and glory. Orcs themselves sometimes participated in the Tournaments, but that was when it seemed you were already free, but then a huge orc would step out and you had to fight him. My time came; it wasn't my first time killing, and the orcs taught me a lot (, I am proficient with any type of melee weapon except the bow, I've never shot one, ) and my victory in the tournament was absolute: 4 fights, 4 deaths, including one revered orc ( , the shaman's right hand, ) Urlog. For this, I received the axe with my name on it, honor, and glory. I did not leave the orcs; I was offered to become a commander over the morras (humans, mercenaries for the orcs). From battle to battle, I rose higher and higher until I became quite revered by the orcs; for some time, my name was constantly on their lips. But after a battle with some people in green robes with huge bows, I probably died (this isn't the first time for me,, but I've never had so many wounds). My body, with about 7 arrows sticking out of it, lay on the battlefield for a long time, but then something breathed life back into me; then I realized that I still had something to do. I set out to wander the land in search of my destiny, trying to atone for my guilt, my many sins, but I am not afraid to die; I have done so much that death, for me, is not a punishment, but a help.
I haven't been anywhere, so I don't know or see much.
I tried to erase my memory by drinking for days on end, but something with a sweet voice called me to...
7. On the brink of death, somewhere near Santagra.
CURRENTLY LOCATED: near Krrah-taak
LEVEL 4
MARTIAL ARTS 2
DEFENSE 2
WISDOM 1
(unallocated skill points - 2)
LIFE
100Hp/100Hp
ITEMS:
Jeeeek's Named Axe (+2 atk)
Money 49 gold
ABILITIES:
Fury - Attack + 10%
Defense - 15%
Magic Immunity 2%- for each level Jeeeek receives + 6% to magic resistance. skill works up to 60%
Poison Immunity 3% for each level Jeeeek receives + 1% to poison resistance. skill works up to 40%