<div align="center">(https://s15.postimg.cc/44axj1svf/generatedtext.png) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1680965)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">AWFUL GOOD ● MALE ● HALF-ORC ● ORADIN: 3/3 </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">HP: 41/41 ● AC: 23 ● Saves: 11/7/11 ● Status: Normal </span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s15.postimg.cc/6lmoqhs97/Orc-_Blooded_Fighter.png)</div><br/>Grom was looking forward to returning to Urgasburg. He'd been away from his city for far too long. Luckily, it hadn't burned down in his absence, though apparently things<em>had</em>taken a turn for the worse. Now, more than ever they'd have to be vigilant. As he approached the carriages, he surveyed his fellow travellers, helm tucked under one gauntleted arm. At six and a half feet tall, and straight backed unlike most orcs, he cut an imposing figure, a veritable giant of a man. He wasn't looking forward to the cramped carriage ride ahead, but like it or not, it was the most practical way to enter the city. If luck was on his side, he'd be able to snag a seat with the coach driver, and avoid the problem entirely.<br/><br/>"Mornin'" He called out as he approached the group of travelers in the midst of conversation, offering an huge gloved hand to anyone willing to shake it. "Hope I'm not interrupting. I'm Captain Grom, of the Urgasburg Fire Brigade. I take it we're all headed to the city then? Terrible turn of events, this darkness business, eh? Sooner things get back to normal, the better I'll sleep."<br/><br/>All things considered, it wasn't really the introduction you'd typically expect from an orc. Then again, Captain Grom was anything but typical. He was pretty well known in the city. Usually as "that lunatic that runs into burning houses". Still, he was farily well liked, if only because he was more interested in saving people than stabbing them in a dark alley, which was more or less the defacto as far as Urgasburg was concerned. Crazy, but harmless.<br/><br/>Seemed it was time for them to board the coach, so the captain made his way over to the old man, Patchski.<br/><br/>"Begging your pardon, but do you suppose I could join you for the drive? Bit of a tight squeeze inside, if you know what I mean, and I'm not bad company, even if I do say so myself."