<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/023/562/113/large/jordan-kerbow-orbash-vissatchfinal.jpg?1579617498)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Grimaruk Brandr<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Race Half-Orc Gender Male Class Paladin</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>52<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>-1<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The paladin cheers with his fellows at the words of their chieftain, ready to face the challenges of the day with his new found loved ones. Returning to his seat Grimaruk Brandr works a pair of oars in silent contemplation, his green skin having gained a deeper hue in the overbearing sun. His father's armor kept is kept hidden from the blazing sun, a detriment to the half-orc on the high sea. His mother's axe is covered by a thick cloth to keep the rays of light from the shining silver blade. It had been six months since he had been charged with spreading the good word by his church. He had been given a partner, a human nun and long time lover, to assist him in spreading the faith to new lands. At first their travels had been easy, meeting new peoples, teaching them the word of Arshea, and showing them new ways of enjoying each other's company. The further they got from home the more dangerous their trip became. Peoples calling out in terror. The pair had joined up with other valiant protectors of the innocent. Together they had fought pirates, and come out on top. Grimaruk had even started a pirate on the path to redemption. With brave hearts the assmbled peoples took to the sea in search of greater adventure.<br/><br/>Now his partner and the pirate are missing, along with several members of the Sept of the Green Horizon tribe. Some had left corpses behind, but others left no trace only an empty bed. Had the pirate absconded with his partner in the darkness of night?  How did they escape such a small vessel with no one noticing? What had happened to the other tribesmen, surely the pirate couldn't have come back for them too? How many more would be lost? These questions weighing heavily on the paladin's mind, till a cold sensation shakes him from his contemplations. It takes him a moment to notice the brown clay on his deep green skin. "Thank you, dear Silvy." Grimaruk does his best to hide his anxiety behind a shinning smile as the witch passes by. "I cannot afford to lose anymore good people." The half-orc thinks to himself as he continues to batter the sea into some form of submission with his oars.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>