The Unlikely Warrior-Priest

[Pristorn]

It's not that Thorg didn't notice the curious stares he got as he walked the streets of Sundren. Being a Half-orc, he'd had his fair share of wary expressions growing up. Many might have thought of him to be of some tainted blood. Perhaps that the Orc in him might simply take over and drive him to some mindless slaughter...

Thorg didn't really think much of it. In reality...he didn't think much at all. It seemed a waste of time. Action got things done. Action showed that he meant to do good. Torm often smiled on his explorations from such...he had simply learned to trust his gut.

...and now, his gut was telling him that he was hungry.

His stomach groaned loudly in protest as he walked by the Second Wind Inn. He sniffed at the air in passing, smiling appreciatively at the cooking smells coming from the Inn. Absently he pawed at his coin purse and found it once again terribly empty.

Torm had not seen fit to grant him coin, not just yet.

With a grumble, Thorg turned his attention from the comforts of the inn and toward the road north. He'd heard tell of goblins and trouble. Bounties to be had. Torm's work could be done, action could be taken, and money might be made.

Coin enough to fill his stomach with a good meal.

Thorg offered a toothy grin at the thought.

"Thorg wonders...maybe goblin not taste so bad..."

Interested in finding out. The half-orc made for the road north, to bring the power of Torm to the wimpy evil goblins.

[Pristorn]

Trekking across the Sharahan Hills, Thorg rubbed his chin absently as he glanced about.

The priest Melchior had mentioned a crypt to investigate. Hoping to gain some praise for Torm, Thorg had offered to check it out.

...And now the young half-orc was quite sure he was lost.

"Thorg thinks maybe that tree look familiar...it have funny green splotch that was left from puny goblin. Thorg smashed him good...Thorg say that definately the same tree..."

He paced about in a small circle, trying to gain his bearings. That was the problem with hills. They all tended to look the same. The only sure sign Thorg had been about previous was the mess of battle, and the several goblins corpses dashed about the landscape.

Digging into his pack, he produced a long strip of strange-looking jerky, tearing into it with a grunt as he tried to make up his mind. He'd been out among the hills for hours it seemed, but he'd found no sign of any such crypt.

Sure, there had been that strange cavern and plenty of zombies. Thorg brushed a bit of flesh from his armor absently as he thought it over. It hadn't seemed like a crypt. Maybe he was going the wrong way...

With a shrug, Thorg picked a direction at random and slung his pack back over his shoulder. He'd find something eventually....and besides, with so many goblins about, atleast he knew he wouldn't go hungry.

Thorg grinned as he mumbled to himself, "Thorg will find this crypt place...then Thorg can deal with bane creatures there too, and then make this Melchior priest happy...Thorg serve Torm well with this Triumv...Trivum....Triv....With the three."

Beginning to hum a simple tune to himself, the half-orc continued on with his venture.

[Pristorn]

Thorg was knee-deep in goblins when the halfing came about.

"Stupid Goblins! You bother Thorg while he try to smash door! Now Thorg smash you!"

The half-orc was swinging about at the many troublesome creatures when Paddy made himself known. Lightning flashed about with divine power. The goblins were no match. Within seconds, the green bastards were fried and the cavern soon filled with the smell of burnt hair and charred flesh.

"Ohh...you gots some strong magic, little guy!"

Paddy chuckled and offered a nod, "Chauntea's blessings, sir. The name is Paddy, my friend."

After clearing the cavern, Thorg made his mission known. The crypt was his goal, and for the past few days, he'd had little success.

"Crypt you say? You're in the wrong cave for that, my friend!" Paddy chuckled, "Come along, and I'll show you the way. The entrance is sealed by a hidden door you see..."

The half-orc scratched his head in thought. Secret door? Thorg hadn't been aware he'd have to look for secret stuff. Maybe that had been his problem.

With Paddy's help, Thorg was soon back at the cavern from before, and the pile of banedead grew higher and higher as they searched for the entrance to the crypt.

"Ah...here we are. You head inside, I'll cover you if there's trouble."

And trouble there was. The Baneguard hidden within stood an intimidating figure for most. Thorg grinned at the challenge. Torm's strength would be shown in the fight. The two clashed with a fury that echoed about the cavern. Banedead seemed to come from every shadow. Within seconds, Thorg was under the real threat of being surrounded.

"Quick Thorg! To the door! I've got a spell in mind!"

Grunting, the Half-Orc turned and dove for the doorway, just in time to dodge a sudden wall of swirling blades that appeared from seemingly nowhere. The slower banedead and baneguard did not have such luck. With a sickening sound, the blades made short work of the group, leaving the hidden crypt slick with blood and ichor.

"Best grab the head, my friend. That Melchior will need proof of the deed."

Thorg nodded as he bagged the grisly prize. Turning back to Paddy, he offered a toothy grin.

"Little guy has been big help to Thorg. Thorg like little guy."

Paddy chuckled, offering a nod.

"Yes...it's Paddy, don't forget. The rest should be easy enough for you. Take care, Thorg. Serve well."

Thorg nodded, smiling wide.

"Walk with Torm, Paddy. Thorg will do his best for the Trivum...Triumv...Triv...." He grumbled at the word, "Thorg will serve The Three well."

((Dialog has been paraphrased from In-game RP for ease of the story. Many thanks to Paddy's player for the help and fun adventuring!))