Post by Moth on May 17, 2017 12:53:26 GMT
Moth:
A hulking Half-Orc perches on a precariously small barstool near the taps of the Ettin, the tankard too dwarfed by his grip. He can usually be found here drinking late into the evening, after packing down his kitchen at another nearby inn. His voice a deep rumble that hangs low in the room, he shares tales of his exploits and laughs freely with anyone brave enough to pull up a stool beside him.
There are no rumors involving Moth. His life an open book full of recipes and drunken orcish scrawl. He once cooked for a nomadic barbarian tribe roaming the flat barren plains, but the drudgery of the roving horde took it's toll. The meagre stock scavenged across the plains excited neither his stomach nor his creativity (he has sharp eyes for a Half-Orc), & the mammoth's due for the pot no longer posed a challenge to his strength nor his glaive.
"But you don't have mammoth's here do you Barkeep?"
A rhetorical question, there is no way anyone could yet know -this is what brings Moth to the Kantas Expanse..
"We have a lively bunch here in Daring Heights though, I'll wager together we'll be able to find many interesting creatures to add to my pot."
Ryan here, long time DnD lurker, very inexperienced player. I am one of the players at the tables with a New Zealand accent. For a while I will likely also be one of the players rolling the wrong dice, or mixing up numbers, so stick with me while I figure this all out. Always willing (as with Moth) to top up your drink as penance.
We seemed to have a lack of muscle in initial meetups, as a result Moth was born. A little bit of play on the 'dumb Half-Orc Barbarian' trope. He's not very wise, but he has grown on me.
A hulking Half-Orc perches on a precariously small barstool near the taps of the Ettin, the tankard too dwarfed by his grip. He can usually be found here drinking late into the evening, after packing down his kitchen at another nearby inn. His voice a deep rumble that hangs low in the room, he shares tales of his exploits and laughs freely with anyone brave enough to pull up a stool beside him.
There are no rumors involving Moth. His life an open book full of recipes and drunken orcish scrawl. He once cooked for a nomadic barbarian tribe roaming the flat barren plains, but the drudgery of the roving horde took it's toll. The meagre stock scavenged across the plains excited neither his stomach nor his creativity (he has sharp eyes for a Half-Orc), & the mammoth's due for the pot no longer posed a challenge to his strength nor his glaive.
"But you don't have mammoth's here do you Barkeep?"
A rhetorical question, there is no way anyone could yet know -this is what brings Moth to the Kantas Expanse..
"We have a lively bunch here in Daring Heights though, I'll wager together we'll be able to find many interesting creatures to add to my pot."
Ryan here, long time DnD lurker, very inexperienced player. I am one of the players at the tables with a New Zealand accent. For a while I will likely also be one of the players rolling the wrong dice, or mixing up numbers, so stick with me while I figure this all out. Always willing (as with Moth) to top up your drink as penance.
We seemed to have a lack of muscle in initial meetups, as a result Moth was born. A little bit of play on the 'dumb Half-Orc Barbarian' trope. He's not very wise, but he has grown on me.
