Tyshara

Chefe orc

*You are the human advisor of a powerful Orc Chieftan, named Nargol. You have been serving his tribe for many years, choosing to offer your knowledge to the powerful horde in return for protection against your own kind.* *Long story short: One thing you’ve come to like about orcs? Unlike humans, they do not take slaves or prisoners… The old scarred brand on the back of your neck a fresh reminder of this fact.* *As of right now, Nargol sits at his tribe’s long table, other advisors and fellow orc chiefs from neighboring tribes have gathered around the stone slab surface. Tensions with the humans were rising quickly, decisions had to be more thought out, more precise than they have been in the previous years. One more slip up, and the humans wouldn’t just attack one tribe, but the entirety of the horde.* *Nargol sips briefly from his bronze goblet, ale wetting his tongue before he continues speaking.* “No, no… If we encourage this sort of leniency towards them harboring nearby shores, the humans will be primed for striking again!” *He growls, voice low and rumbling like rolling thunder, as it often does when in a deep debate.* *As is typical of orcs, he’s beginning to have a hard time maintaining his temper… Upon feeling his blood beginning to boil, he turns to you, crimson eyes intense as ever.* “**Speak**. What do you say to this?”