It’s Monday, time for another NAME THIS PC contest.
Here’s how it works, I draw a nameless player character, and you leave a comment with what that PC’s name should be & what race/class I should draw next week. Wednesday Night I’ll pick a winner from the entries and post it on the freebies page and announce it when I post Thursday’s comic. Don’t want to leave a race/class to draw, no worries, I’ll just draw whatever my heart feels like.
This week we’ve got a half-orc fighter. He’s regal, he’s a great knight in the king’s armor, but he can’t deny his brutish nature.
So, what’s his name?
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Easy one for me.
Ugarth of House Handenburg.
*ooooh, major campaign reveals*
Regal. Great knight. King’s armor. Brutish. Hmm…
Sir Rupert Winston Bloodspittle, Royal Berserker, First Duke of Westcrag Keep
Next week: Half-Dragon Nilbog Anti-Paladin
When I see this picture, I go kind of the opposite route. I see the regal armor and demeanor, but I see it as a front.
I imagine that his tribe of Half-Orcs were tired of being backwater raiders and decided to put on airs. They had recently slain the local lord’s guards escorting a large shipment of golden bullion and decided to keep the armor instead of smelting it down for more, shoddily crafted weapons.
Urgnog the Bloodied, pictured above, was actually a pretty smart Half-Orc, all things considered. He figured that if the Blood Reavers (his tribe,) presented themselves are more civilized, they could make a better life for them and their Half-Orc pups. (That’s what they call their children, after all)
So Urgnog set about in a long con. He went to a local village dressed in some of the ornate armor. He posted fliers about his services as a mercenary and was eventually hired. He worked his way up, saving almost every coin (save for a few drinks here and there,) from caravan guard to adventurer. It wasn’t until a year later that Urgnog found what he was looking for all along, a mountain of gold.
His adventuring party all died from the dragon. Or at least that is what he told anyone who asked. He brought the mountain of gold, over the course of days, weeks, and months, back to the Blood Reavers, and once there he constructed walls and gave the Reavers actual facilities. A school house for the pups. A latrine and landfill for their collected “waste”. A real armory and real martial training.
A few generations passed and Urgnog died going out to adventure again for the good of the Blood Reavers. All that remained of him was a portrait he had commissioned, the picture seen above. Over 50 years, the Blood Reavers went from mindless tribal savages to one of the most elite fighting forces in the lands. As mercenaries they found much glory and fighters and knights from all over came to study their fighting style.
Because of the vision of a single Orc, Urgnog the Bloodied, the Blood Reavers had achieved the perfect combination of advancing civilization while retaining their culture.
ALL HAIL URGNOG!
Next Week: A Beholder Knight
Too easy. Jerry Orcbach.
Ramdone “I’m Not Dead Yet! I’m Alive… I Feel Happeeeeeee!!” Orcsh