Time: Morning Location: The Sapphire Oasis Interactions: @Tae Mikazuki Mentions: Inventory: An old yellow cloak, an old set of clothes, a waterskin, some smoked meats, a set of very old Metal Gauntlets, and an old Spear.
Uzul sat there not expecting much from this conversation, starting on the admission of eavesdropping is usually a surefire way to get someone on the defensive. But to Uzul's surprise, his ability to take her to Dugmaghord seemed to outweigh the invasion of privacy. He let out a bit of a chuckle at how excited she was. It was a pure expression and helped show her character to Uzul. He chose to let her continue speaking without interruptions, the situation is probably complicated enough that she might need some time to convey it.
As she stopped before her name Uzul immediately assumed her name held some weight if she was cautious of using it. He just nodded his head in agreeance that they should be very cautious. As she described her recent journey, Uzul could feel the desperation. He may not agree to this course of action, but if one needed quick power, the Grand Chieftain Pâsh is a great choice. Uzul isn't completely sure that Pâsh would help. There are more non-dark elves to slaughter than dark elves. But with how fast the dark elves are moving it may be the only way. He heard earlier on in the day that the dark elves are occupying Roshmi, so she has to be from there. Uzul's curiosity on who she was to go seek Pâsh personally was settled quickly when she gave her name Mika everything clicked.
Uzul realized that she was none other than Princess Mikazuki. He was having a bit of a hard time processing that he met a princess by eavesdropping on someone in the Sapphire Oasis. But he has accepted that he would have to guide her to Dugmaghord. Even with her status as princess, Uzul doubts that the orcs of Dugmaghord wouldn't just go to kill her for entertainment. She needed an orc to assure some level of protection. Uzul stood up and shook his head in understanding, "I see, you seem to have had a rough journey so far. If you would let me, I would gladly guide you, Mika. There is much more that we need to discuss but that can wait until you are done relaxing. I will be out front waiting." Uzul smiled at Mika as he left to try to assure her that he wasn't going to just take off before going off to grab his things and get dressed.
Time: Morning Location: The Sapphire Oasis, Myriamor Interactions:@Tae Mikazuki Mentions: Inventory: An old yellow cloak, an old set of clothes, a waterskin, some smoked meats, a set of very old Metal Gauntlets, and an old Spear.
Uzul had spent his day relaxing in some of the luxuries that Myriamor had to offer. The Rattlesnake bar had provided him all he wanted from it. He rented a room for the night and headed up to rest before he tried to get some sleep. Uzul pulled out his Journal and wrote about his time he had in Myriamor. Although Uzul enjoyed his time in Myriamor, he believed that he shouldn't stay long as indulging in the civilized city. Enjoying himself this freely made him feel nervous, that something was bound to go wrong. However, it has been so long since he had taken care of himself that he felt he should stay at least until he refills on supplies. He let out a long sigh as he started to lay down in the bed that was too small.
The night was unrestful for Uzul, waking up minutes before the sun rose over the horizon to start illuminating the desert once again. The beautiful sunrise was undercut by the other prominent features in the room. The rickety bed seemed to collapse under Uzul's weight. The room was hot and humid, and the smell of stale beer and fermenting fruit-filled his room. He must have gotten the room right above the back room. Uzul wasted no time getting up, he wanted to pick up some supplies before he ventured into the desert again. As he headed out, he caught a whiff of himself and it was clear he needed a bath.
Walking around in the early morning, Uzul learned about the dark elves attacks. More worryingly was they were offering a bounty on these humans. Uzul had never met a human and honestly wouldn't even know what to look for. He had never gone further than the desert so who knows what they could look like. Uzul could only imagine how stressful it could be to be hunted by the dark elves of all the races. He wished them the best and hope this would just blow over not fully grasping what was going on.
Uzul had a list of supplies he wanted to get while he was still in the city. First, he went to a blacksmith's shop to negotiate a price for some weapon oil. He uses his weapons often in the desert and he needs to maintain them. The blacksmith had his more technical pieces on display to lure in potential buyers but Uzul wasn't there for that. After some quick chatting, they agreed on 10 amas, a little pricier than he wanted but his weapons were more than worth it. After that, he went to a more general store to pick up some odds and ends to repair his cloak. He thought about picking up some potions but he hasn't been injured since he defeated the Hammer Tail. Well, he should at least have some for any injured travelers he happened to come upon his journey.
He used the sewing parts to repair his cloak. Although it may be an odd shade of yellow and seems like it is starting to be more patches, he can't bring himself to let it go. It held a special place in his heart and he couldn't imagine getting rid of it for just some new cloak. Besides as long as it isn't completely shredded he can always repair it.
As he sat under a shady palm repairing his cloak, a small child approached Uzul. It seemed to be a feline demi-human, but all Uzul could see was a curious kitten. The little one just seemed to just move around and study him. Like they have never seen an orc. That could be the case, the little one didn't look too old and their clothes looked to be fairly expensive. After getting whatever they wanted, Uzul guesses to just observe him, the child started to walk away. The interaction was innocent and brought a small smile to his face. Then the child turned and shouted that he smelled like a drunk. Uzul was immediately embarrassed. He started to stand up, with slightly yellow cheeks. He murmured under his breath, "Nothing like a child's honesty to get you to realize something," Uzul started to walk to one of the city's bathhouses, "Time to take care of this."
He ended up going to the Sapphire Oasis, a popular bathhouse in Myriamor. They were pretty affordable which was one of the biggest selling points for Uzul. With him rarely being here, Uzul decided to spend the extra but to really clean himself up. He spent about 60 amas here to get himself clean. He prefers to not feel his body. After receiving the power from the Hammer Tail his body always feels chiseled and smooth. A constant reminder of the monster. Although, if it was going to be stone-like it could at least not smell but nope, it smells just like before. After bathing, Uzul felt a little thrown off remembering everything and he desperately wanted the headache that was coming on. Uzul rubbed his neck, "I should have bought those small red potions when I had a chance." He went to the sauna room to just relax and hopefully rid himself of the headache.
Like most of the time, he tried to stay out of people's way and occupied one of the corners. As much as he tried to zone out people he was still very aware of people's presence. The conversations he heard would get remembered quickly and then forgotten trying to respect their privacy but that's when he heard the voice of a young woman. Not much to be interested in at the start, however that changed when she started to let her issues out in the sauna. Uzul could feel the anxiety and worry coming from her. He hoped it was the usual worry that the young people fret over. But it became clear it was something much more than the normal stress of a young adult. His heart hurt for her, losing someone and your home was something he can still remember vividly. Uzul learned to live somewhat with these wounds but they never closed. He just wished that the girl's wounds would heal. The elderly woman seemed to help ease the girl. Uzul let out a sigh until he tensed up again when he heard this young woman was looking for a way to Dugmaghord.
Uzul looked towards the voice for the first time, seeing it was a relatively small demi-human. Why was she seeking Dugmaghord? Does she know what kind of people are from there? Someone needs to stop her. Countless thoughts crossed his mind on why she would go there. He could create endless theories but the moment needed action. Uzul got up and turned to approach the girl. His face was neutral while approaching, trying to hide his own worry. He put his hand forward in a clumsy attempt to make her aware he was coming over to speak.
Uzul sat down near her then turned himself to face her. Uzul took a quick sigh out before he started to speak to her. Uzul made eye contact as he spoke, trying to understand her intentions, "My name is Uzul and I must apologize for eavesdropping. I heard that you have a lot going on in your life and my heart truly goes out for you but there is something that takes more precedence. You said you are looking for a guide to Dugmaghord. I can promise you I can get you there safely but I want to know why you would want to go to such a terrible place." Uzul hoped that this search for Dugmaghord wasn't important. The people there are not kind and he worried for her if it was dire enough to go there.
Time: Evening Location: Rattlesnake Bar Inventory: An old yellow cloak, an old set of clothes, a waterskin, some smoked meats, a set of very old Metal Gauntlets, and an old Spear.
Uzul was just wandering through the desert when he came across some very lost spice traders. A dust storm apparently came in and they got turned around and now they were running low on supplies. Uzul, being who he is, offered to get them to Myriamor safely. He doesn't know how they ended up this far off their original path but it doesn't matter to him. The journey was difficult because of the merchants. They were quite whiney and kept talking about losing their heads if they didn't deliver the spices in time. Uzul could tell this was hyperbole but he could also tell some of the younger workers had fallen for their supervisor's story. Some prayed that they would get to at least say goodbye to their families. Uzul couldn't stand the pitiful sight and took them through a quicker, more dangerous path.
The path was had a few wyverns and giant spiders. They weren't much issue to Uzul but protecting their entire caravan was tiring, to say the least. He had to stay awake for two and half days to ensure their safety. He would have liked to gather their poisons for trade later but that supervisor wasn't worth annoying. Thanks to their constant travel they were able to make it on time, arriving on the dawn of the promised day. They offered Uzul some money but honestly not hearing that man anymore was more than worth the weary journey. Uzul waved goodbye as he believed it would be a good enough occasion to drink. He headed to the Rattlesnake Bar to drink and rest. It was cheap and he feels less awkward there in his old clothes than in some of the finer establishments.
Even after all these years he still finds the architecture of Myriamor mesmerizing. Uzul hasn't been to any other great city but the way the city mixes the desert motif with the life that can be found around the oasis is beautiful to him. A part of him can think that if things had gone differently he would have liked to just be a hermit with a little homestead around an oasis himself. The vibrant people make him feel at ease as well, some still judge him, but most mind their own and have learned to live alongside each other and create prosperity. He settled down near one of the gardens with a fruit salad for an hour or two, enjoying the sweet and well-spiced fruit. After zoning out, he chuckled a bit and remembered he was heading off to the bar.
Arriving in the bar just before noon, Uzul grabbed a corner table. Being his size, him sitting towards the center just makes it hard on everyone. After setting down his stuff, Uzul went and got a beer, "Could I also get some fried bread and fried vegetables as well?" The bartender nodded and handed him his beer and gestured for Uzul to go sit down and wait. As the food was brought, Uzul thanked the bartender and started to relax as he ate. As he worked on his beer he just watched people come in and out of the bar for the next few hours.
Body Type: Large rectangular build packed with muscle on muscle
Age: Age: 127 Birthday: April 19th
Eyes: Color: Light yellow eyes with streaks of dark amber. Quality: Uzul has great vision that can quickly react to movement. Shape: Rounded eyes that are usually very wide.
Hair: Color: Black hair that are starting to show streaks of white and gray. Texture: Rough and in need of conditioning. Length: Slightly past shoulders. Style: Messily tied in the back into a bun of some kind.
Skin: Shade: A brownish-green like an olive. Texture: Smooth on the surface with Rock Hard muscles that create a marble-like feeling. Birthmarks: None that he knows of. Scars: A few light scars that have smoothed over decades.
Manner of dress: Normal: Uzul is usually dressed for travel, covered in a dusty thick tan cloak. Most of the things he has looks pretty worn from use. No shirt as it was the first thing to go. In need of new clothes.
Voice: Accent: A weird cross of Dugmaghord and dwarven accents. Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower range with some slight vibration. Typical Volume: more of a quiet softer voice in private. But in public will speak louder with more authority.
Speech: Habits: Uzul tends to try to get his thoughts in order and say a lot at once when in quick conversation. When in more interactive he usually gets his thoughts out and then waits in a back and forth mannerism. Profanity: Uses profanity mostly to himself. Been literal decades since he has used it as a person.
Movement and gestures: When first meeting someone he tries to not make too many gestures as he feels it put people off. After he gets to know someone or they seem to also use a fair bit of gestures he will use them frequently to help express himself.
Overall Liveliness: Uzul's mind is usually focused on a goal and he moves towards it silence. Uzul is usually low energy and only rises when there is a good enough stimulus. He is a real big laugher though and laughs at even the worst puns.
Grace of Movement: Having trained his body for so long he is well aware of his body in space usually. However, Uzul still struggles with places built for smaller folk. In combat, his moves are very precise well controlled.
Extent of Physical Expressiveness: Uzul mainly expresses positive emotions or things that surprise him. Things that disturb or he disagrees with his features don't change that much.
Posture: Uzul stands very tall and tries to show confidence, something instilled in himself decades ago. However his wanderer status usually finds him resting where he can. He never sits against things.
Agility: Uzul is agile enough for his size and usually fumbles with most things that aren't his weapon. Most of the time if he isn't familiar with it he will take a long time to slowly succeed.
Accuracy of Senses: Uzul has honed his senses in the desert as he would have to travel alone.
Fears: To watch people die needlessly. To fail to help someone he has deemed important to him. Letting the pain of his past leave him.
Dreams: To one day atone for his past and then hopefully live for others.
Pleasures: Uzul finds gathering things in the forest or desert to be quite fun. He loves to sketch when he gets a chance. In general, he finds joy in being helpful.
Plans for the Future: No real sense of plans more moments of helping then back to wandering.
Sense of Humor: Puns.
Opinions Regarding:
Money: It can be very useful as not all issues can be solved through work. Himself though he finds money to be more tedious than anything else and prefers to barter.
Love: Love is something he believes everyone needs to experience before they grow up or else it can stunt you for life. He believes that it only takes a single love to change a person forever.
Death: The purity of death can be comforting thought for yourself but never forget that while you may find comfort others find discomfort and you should help alleviate it. It may hurt to lose someone but if you then chose to die yourself you have failed
Liquor/Drugs: Drinking should be reserved for celebrations, even small ones.
Ideals: To make up for his past and help others
Regrets: Letting his greed take hold of himself and getting what he loved the most taken in exchange.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
Uzul finds life too short to not talk to people although he usually tends to stay quiet in larger groups preferring to listen while other people enjoy themselves. Uzul believes he shows a healthy amount of selfishness when it comes to his own ambition. Kindness wasn't something that came naturally to Uzul, instead it came from his time as a father. He tends to take extra care to look out for those still trying to find their way in life. There was a time in Uzul's life that he wouldn't bat an eye at letting an old friend die if it meant he could live but the years of travel have undoubtedly softened him as he now finds himself intervening in situation that don't have to do with himself.
Uzul is quite calm nowadays. He usually takes time to consider the situation if he can. However, this calm is learned and he finds himself in relying on his quick action when a threat appears. He has at least dampened his old instincts to not go full force on the first strike. Socially, he attempts to approach situations with open mindedness but he still has a hard time. When he finds a beggar he usually goes out of his way to give them some food and money he can spare. He had always been patient in life usually willing to wait years for a payoff. This patience doesn't go the same length for people as he has little time for those who simply choose not to progress. He finds lenience for those who find themselves lost in life.
Uzul has spent only half a century exploring the desert, the outskirts of the forest, and the uninhabitable zone. When it comes to survival in those areas he is probably the best guide in Avalia. But all this wandering, writing, and researching has enlightened him to one thing above all. That he knows nothing. Uzul is very aware of how little he knows about the world and that drives him to this day. Uzul can plan things out years in advance for personal goals but his traveler life style has lent him more to going with the flow. Uzul might lighten peoples day but that's about it now. In his younger days he could rally other orcs into a frenzy when he was a captain but that charisma died off in him years ago. He has a bit of an easier time making friends but his scars and stature usually acts as an effective deterrent to other races. Uzul has a dad sense of humor and is the first to laugh at his own jokes. The years of travel have weathered him, his base energy seems like he needs coffee or a nap. He can get pretty excited when in battle or when learning something he didn't know. Third paragraph(or list.) include: What's in the Brain. You can not be amazing in all four.
Uzul tries to keep himself busy. This is partly to how he sees time but it can be mostly contributed to his past trauma. When he is not keeping himself active him mind wanders to old battles, old mistakes, lost loved ones. His smile seems to fade as he starts to stare off into the distance. He usually ends up working until he feels exhausted to avoid dreaming and lying in bed with his own thoughts for too long. He sees these lingering pains to be the cost for his greed, a pain that he earned.
Background
Occupation Traveler, Former Captain in Dugmaghord
Living Immediate Family Members: None
Dead Immediate Family Members: Shel(Wife), Rhab(First Son), Guduk(Second Son), Seigan(Daughter)
Current Companions: None
Current and Past Lover(s): His wife
History
Uzul was born in Dugmaghord under the rule of Pâsh. His mother wasn't fond of Uzul's father so she held some resentment to the young orc. Uzul was born a runt, which displeased his mother as well. Uzul found himself mostly on his own in the tribe, fending for himself. The lack of community he felt at a young age had him searching for acceptance in his community. A surefire way would be through combat but he was small, diminutive even, compared to the other adolescent orcs. He could understand combat well, the ebbs and flows of combat being easily ascertained by Uzul through watching the fighters in the pit.
Not having the ability to fight like the other orcs, Uzul found himself training by himself in solitude. He would run through fight after fight in his head to learn what he could from them. But when training in nature, he found himself being pulled away from training and absorbed into his surroundings. The dessert was alive with all sorts of life and he found himself at peace just existing with it. The peace never lasted very long, Uzul was prone to be bullied by the other orcs. He would of course try to fight against them but he could never win against their numbers or size. He was always so angry at that. Uzul could track what they were doing and even could predict what they would do but it was never enough. Uzul would lay there, wishing he was stronger.
As the other orc children quickly shot up in size he stayed mostly the same, growing years after they did. Uzul kept training to himself, staying to the outskirts of Dugmaghord. Nobody bothered him anymore and he preferred it this way. The more isolated lifestyle was more calming to him. Years after the other orcs had grown, Uzul finally began to grow. Uzul grew to be massive, being taller than most orcs, and his frame was massive. The muscles he developed as a child were nothing to what was growing in now. He kept training as he grew, trying to quickly get used to his body. With how large his body as he was in a new position. Uzul always considered leaving Dugmaghord but with his diminutive size, it would have been a death sentence. Now he could leave if he wanted to. For days he weighed his options and what would happen. Uzul decided he wanted to get even before he leaves. Get back at the people who wronged him as a child. He knew his actions were petty and that did weigh on him. But the catharsis Uzul believed he would feel if he beat them all was too tempting.
He knew it would be difficult to beat them. Uzul has never won a fight, and he would be going against people who are still trying to prove their strength. He began to plan his strategy on how to defeat them. Some of the orcs were close so if he attacked some of them he would risk being grouped up on. After a few days of research and thought, Uzul found his first target. He chose not to raid and instead hunt animals. He apparently almost died during his first real raid and that scared him off. The others had continued raiding and were most likely better than him in skill. Uzul decided to track him down as he was hunting and challenge him while he was cleaning his mark. The fight wasn't easy for Uzul. Uzul had never had a weapon nor did he have much time to get used to his body. But in the end, Uzul won when he broke the hunter's ribs. Uzul first win was almost intoxicating to him. He thought about leaving his unconscious body but this area was too dangerous to leave what would be an easy meal. He carried him to the closest hut.
The rest of his plan happened quickly, maybe only taking place over a week or two. People hearing about the runt beating someone in a fight piqued the interest of some of the younger orcs who grew up with him. Uzul's small hut near the outskirts was starting to be frequented by curious people. Most were the older orcs who were just wondering if the rumors were true that little Uzul grew massive. Others were here to mess with him, those people he fought on the spot. He couldn't stand to be disrespected anymore. His size was useful but even more useful was his mind for battle. Most of them had styles that had exploitable weaknesses, leaving an opportunity for Uzul to capitalize. Uzul wasn't fully developed and his actual experience was severely lacking. Each fight hurt, none of them were easy fights. But as time went on Uzul figured things out and by the end of his plan he had beat most of the younger orcs that grew up with him.
Satisfied with himself, Uzul prepared to leave Dugmaghord behind now that he had his revenge. But that is when things changed. He earned people's respect. They no longer found him to be a weak runt that didn't deserve any time. Instead, Uzul was invited to drink, spar, and even offered him to go on the next raid. They even gave him a set of gauntlets assuming that was his preferred weapon. The acceptance he was experiencing was something he had always wanted. He couldn't let go of it, he gave in to the new feeling of comfort he felt.
Uzul was steadily raising his standing in Dugmaghord. Participating in raids and finally enjoying his life. Killing random people was not particularly enjoyable but at the time it was part of what he and Dugmaghord does. As Uzul's ego continue to grow, he started to plan even further heights for himself. He believed he had the potential to one day become Grand Chieftain, to kill the Pâsh himself. Uzul knew to accomplish that he would need years of preparation to even attempt this. During this time he kept his goal completely to himself. Uzul trained himself to be able to fight almost any orc. He learned how to fight even those who obtained powers from their hunt. Uzul was determined to find how far he could go without taking the gaining new powers from the hunt. Most fly squishers could be conquered without much effort. Most of the captains and all of the chieftains were too strong at the moment. But Uzul knew with more training and bulking they should be conquerable. He wasn't in a hurry to be the best. He knew that with careful planning and dedication he would make everyone fall. He had given himself 40 years to set his plan to defeat Pâsh in motion, until then he would prepare.
Maybe 10 years after that he was in the forest near the desert. Uzul always found himself there whenever they were near. He found the forest to be so much more alluring than his desert home. He appreciated each piece of greenery and all that it had to offer. At this point, if he says he was going out it was respected. However, as he was appreciating nature he heard a voice behind him. As he turned he didn't see anyone. On instinct he looked down just in time to get hit in the face by some sticky moss, blinding him. As he shifted himself to get ready to fight he felt his leg get tripped as he fell to the ground. Uzul was finally able to get the moss off of his face only to be kicked in the face by a boot. He finally rose to his feet and scanned for the person who humiliated him. What he found was a female orc on the shorter side with long, well-kept hair. She was slightly laughing at Uzul as he still laid there on the ground. Uzul rose quickly ready to fight her, believing this to be a challenge but she was already walking away by then, humming a small tune as she left. Uzul contemplated continuing the fight but felt it was best if he left things as is.
Driven by a sense of embarrassment and cautiousness, He found himself trying to observe and research her. He found out her name was Shel and she joined the tribe recently. He was suspicious of her from the start and he was determined why she attacked him and walked away. As he continued to research Shel, Uzul found that she was more dangerous than he could imagine. Her wit was her main attribute about her. She would verbally spar anyone, leaving them flustered and defeated. She attempted this a few times with Uzul but it usually ended in a draw in Uzul's opinion. That is until she would turn and start humming that same tune from when they first met like she was constantly holding his past blunder over him. Each time he would get flustered and turn away. Uzul was determined to outwit her in some way, to take back his dignity that she took.
Uzul failed miserably each time. He thought about challenging her to a duel after the first dozen of attempts but he would always restrain himself from that. He knew that beating her in combat wouldn't give him the satisfaction he wanted. Even when Uzul created situations that heavily favored him, Shel would still turn the tables on him. As frustration built after every loss there was also a growing respect for her. As their battle of wits continued for years, Uzul became more accepting that he would never best her. One night over some drinks, after another successful raid he finally admitted that he would never be able to best her. Shel laughed at first, then changed a bit more serious, asking if they will continue their games. Uzul was caught off guard, then he realized that only he had cared about beating her. He couldn't stop laughing that night over how stupid he was. That was the night Uzul finally felt he had a true friend.
As the years went by Uzul's desire for power slowed down. He had attained a level of fear and respect that most orcs have never felt. He was not the strongest orc but he had started to feel that with time he would become the strongest. As Uzul stopped constantly pushing himself to further heights, he was able to focus on other aspects of life, like family. Uzul never considered family to be a thing for him as he had concluded in his younger days that he was going to leave Dugmaghord, isolating himself. But now he was someone here. He tried for a more intimate relationship with Shel and although she wanted to try as well it was awkward in the beginning. Arguments were constant as they realized how truly obstinate they were. Uzul thought of calling it quit more times than he liked to say. But there was a part of him that believed she was the only one for him. He started to temper himself and try to be more cooperative. It wasn't perfect but they could manage to stay together
As they worked through their issues together, Uzul started to understand other sides of Shel. Some of them seemed contrary to her outward confidence. It was surprising at first to see someone you saw as so strong have a weak side. Even after all this Uzul had a hard time showing someone his weakness willingly. It wasn't a lack of trust but Uzul's own hatred of his perceived weakness in his past. He felt that he needed to open up to her as well, he felt obligated to after sharing her own weaknesses. They were near the forest where they first met and Uzul thought being alone where they first met would give him the courage he needed. As he looked at the forest, he could already feel himself relax. It took some time but he was able to let her know of his life before they met. He laid out his past gripes, his hate that he still held onto, and his true ambition to her. He expected some light-hearted teasing to help lighten the mood. Instead, she addressed each one with confidence and grace, never faltering or creating doubt in Uzul. In the end, they simply went home. Uzul believes that was the true day he fell in love with Shel.
It wasn't long after that they had their first child Rhab. Rhab was closely followed by his little brother, Guduk, and then by his little sister, Seigan. When they were born Uzul promised himself that he would be a better parent than his and that he would do his best to protect them. He trained them as they grew and, with the help of his wife Shel, taught them to be intelligent and independent people. Uzul's mentality shifted to thinking of his life for them rather than his own and as such he couldn’t run around punching everything in front of him. He quickly picked up a spear and other long weapons and in all honestly Uzul became a much more formidable opponent. He still had hopes of succeeding Pâsh but now it seemed less important after each year he was able to live with his family.
Things that didn't bother Uzul in the past started to make their way to the front of his mind. He had slaughtered many people in his life at the time. Sometimes it was a fight against warriors, other times it was just a mother trying to protect her children from the invading orcs. He had never questioned if what he was doing was okay. It was just a thing that was part of the nature of battle. Nightmares started to come to him as the weight of his past actions stayed in his mind. It wasn't until after another night of restless sleep that he looked at his kids playing and he realized how it would feel to watch his own children be massacred. The remorse he felt for the families he ruined had a profound effect on Uzul's way of thinking. Uzul was sickened with himself and tried to change himself. If Raiding was to be part of his life at least he could do it in a way that he could go home and look at his kids. From then on whenever he raided he didn't allow the needless killing of non-combatants. If someone stepped out of line he would publicly beat the orc to an inch of their life and all those who just watched would be given the same treatment.
He watched all his children grow up into fine adults. They were all as strong as body as they were of heart. Uzul was proud to call them his children. Rhab was trying to grow into a leader and learn from others as much as he could. Guduk was in love with fighting. He purely focused on growing stronger while holding back some nastier tendencies that usually showed up in orcs. Seigan was content to be a hunter and was more interested in the natural world like Uzul. Although she was the youngest and weakest she was always bossing her brother's around. Uzul kept worrying if he forgot to teach them something important but Shel would always wave away his worries.
Life seemed to slow down for a few years until a report came in. A Hammer Tail was spotted only a day away from where they were after a raid. Uzul was dumbfounded that a Hammer Tail would be found this far out. He sent his son Guduk to scout out the situation and by the end of the night, he was able to confirm from the tracks and destruction that it was indeed a Hammer Tail. A Hammer Tail was the creature he believed would give him the best chance of beating a Pâsh in single combat. His waning passion for besting the Grand Chieftain in single combat began to burn again. But he tried to calm himself, they had just completed a raid and his men should be tired, he shouldn't push them so hard. He retired for the night with his wife and talked about how excited he got in the moment. That this could be his chance but that he couldn't risk the raiding party.
Moments later, his daughter, Seigan, asked for him and Shel to come out of their tent. As he left, he saw the raiding party already packed up and wielding their weapons. At first, he was worried of a coup but this was different they were quiet. Rhab walked forward announcing that everyone here was ready to go on a hunt for the Hammer Tail. Uzul was shocked he tried to lower the energy in the raiding party to help get them to see how ridiculous it was to go out and hunt the beast. But he couldn't stop the group. Even Shel believed that if the group wants to go on the hunt with him then he should accept and lead confidently. Uzul's objection changed after some arguing and he agreed to go on the hunt. As he retreated to his tent to prepare again there was a part of him that was actually very excited by this. The raiding party trusted him and would go on the hunt for his benefit. He was truly grateful for this moment. He geared up and performed the ritual to take the magic of the creature he defeats. This would be the most important fight of his life.
They headed off towards the beast, marching through the night to keep on its track. It took three days for them to spot the Hammer Tail. It seemed to be in good condition, odd considering where it was but it wasn't the matter. With the strength of the Raiding group, Uzul was confident that they could kill it. They began to surround it to jump and quickly target its legs to immobilize it. The raiding party waited for Uzul's command to rush. This was it. Uzul gave the signal.
Uzul was part of the frontal force against the creature. As he rushed in the other orcs followed. The fight was quickly a blur as sand and dust were kicked up into a cloud. It was hard to tell what was going on but he could hear the monster's screams as well as the screams of his own men. Uzul tried his best to finish it as quickly as he could but the beast was outrageously tough. Each strike would hurt Uzul's arms and he felt as if nothing was giving. The fight lasted for so long he couldn't remember as he entered the zone, focusing on his opponent fully. But finally, Uzul was able to drive his spear into the skull of the creature, killing it. He screamed a guttural victory shout and expected to hear the same from his party. But there was silence.
The dust started to settle and Uzul could finally make out the carnage. Some were alive, most were a mangled lump of flesh that died from the impact of the creature. Uzul dashed to one of the survivors trying to see how he could help but it was beyond treatable, all there was left was to die. The orc couldn't speak all she could do was stare at Uzul he let him down gently as he could maybe save a few. As he went from survivor to survivor, Uzul could feel his very soul being wretched as he watched the men he lead all dying around him. He held his composure until he came across Gruduk. As Uzul went over to check on his son he could see the blood coming from his mouth. He went to hold his son as he realized that Gruduk had a concaved abdomen. His back was crushed by the hit. There was no surviving this wound. Uzul held his son as he passed away, unable to help him. It was hard to let go of Gruduk but Uzul knew that there might be other survivors.
One by one he checked. They were either dead or dying, the blows smashed their bodies into pulp. He eventually came across Seigan, she was dead by the time he got there. Her head was removed from the nose and above. He found Rhab lying next to a rock, there was a blood trail leading there like he pulled himself away from combat. He finally found his wife Shel. She had seemed like she died from being stepped on. No chance to say goodbye to anyone as he stood there surrounded by his dead family. He couldn't process what happened and just began to cry. He cried until he passed out.
As he awoke he was tired, he looked around at the dead and realized that they should be buried. It was the least he could do. Some birds and other insects had already started to eat at some of the dead. There was nothing he could do but make their graves. He spent four full days digging graves and burying them. In the end, he just felt numb, he didn't want to return to Dugmaghord, he couldn't. So he just picked up his spear and tied his gauntlets to his side and went wandering the desert.
Years went by and he met no one. If he saw some orcs he would simply turn around and walk away. But one day he stumbled upon some dwarfs fighting a giant spider and at this point losing. Uzul started to turn away from them until he noticed some women and children in one of the carts. A rage built in him as he let out a war cry and fought the spider. The battle was tough but at this point, he has fought dozens of these creatures. At the battle he turned to the dwarfs, expecting them to be terrified at his brutishness. Instead, he was greeted with appreciation from some very tired dwarfs.
They invited him to come to their caravan. He was hesitant but he was tired from the fight as well. The women and children were scared of him but the women did their best to hide it. The leader of the caravan said they were transporting some materials and were just trying to make their way across the desert. Uzul warned them that this area is filled with spiders and that they would be better readjusting their course for a few days to avoid them. He said they would have if they didn't lose some of their supplies to another spider maybe 3 days ago. Uzul shook his head in a way that disheartened the dwarves of their chances of surviving this journey. The leader tried to quickly remedy this by hiring Uzul to finish seeing them through the dangerous parts of the desert. He wanted to say no but he couldn't when he thought of what the fate of the children would be if he left.
There was no discussion of pay and frankly, he had no use for money. And from there he protected the caravan for around a week. He kept a distance from them feeling that it made some of them tense to have an orc near them. It was understandable. They have or probably known someone affected from an orc raid. Each day was a fight of some creature. Uzul didn't think much of what it meant to help them at the time but towards the end of the travel, he felt a purpose in it. He felt that he had found a way to lighten his guilt even if it was slight. Towards the end of travel, they offered to give him some cloth. Uzul tried to refuse but they weren't having it. He gave in and fashioned a new cloak that he still wears.
To this day, Uzul still makes a habit of helping whoever wants to journey through the desert. He became a known figure for his expert navigation in the desert and near the badlands. He never tried to particularly go near the badlands but now and then there would be some adventurous soul who would try to lead an expedition into it. Most turn back the second they get a real glimpse of it. Some try to stay in it for a few days. And the unlucky never make it back. Uzul knows that place is not meant to be traveled.
Combat and Magic:
After defeating the Hammer Tail, Uzul absorbed its power and became more durable. His skin became like hardened stone, able to deter most attacks
Strength: 10 Speed on Land: 7 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: Dexterity: 7 Weapon Proficiency: 10 Stealth: 2
Fredric stands around 5'11 and weighs roughly 160lbs. He is pretty leans and tries to keep himself in good shape. He isn't the most intimidating of people.
To the less fortunate he comes off as generous and compassionate. He genuinely cares about the well-being of others and takes measures to help others. He finds a disdain for the upper echelon that he was born into. The disdain for the upper class and care for the lower class had led to many of his decisions. Fredrick prefers to stick to business in most manners of life. He is a little uptight but at the end of the day, he is just as tired of the stress of this world as anyone. He has cultivated a healthy amount of skepticism from what he has witnessed and what he has caused. He is a bit of a risk-taker, although he does try to either tip things in his favor or mitigate the risks. He believes that change to the system is what is deeply needed and if he needs to roll a few dozen more heads he will.
One of his softer spots is his son, Tarak. Tarak has seen many sides of him and in some ways taught him how to be more fatherly and has tempered his view slightly now that he has something to lose.
|Motivations|
The School Children: He believes that children have to be protected and taken care of. Fredrick believes society has failed them so he won't.
Reorganization: He believes the entire Government is in desperate need of restructuring to hold individuals responsible. And He will expose anyone to make it happen
Justice for the Meek: Fredrick has seen the lower class be taken advantage of his entire life. He knows that as someone born into the higher class he needs to be a voice for their protection and justice for them.
History
Fredrick Jones was Brought up in the prestigious Jones family. The Jones family dates back to the beginning of the viral outbreak where Fredrick's great grandfather, Wyatt Jones, was a well-regarded researcher, philosopher, and professor. Wyatt was 43 years of age when the virus broke out. He and his wife, Madeline Jones, were able to survive the beginning of the apocalypse. How They survived wasn't shared with Fredrick but if he had to assume it had to do with other stories of him being an "accomplished" hunter judging by the ivory that still adorns his old study. Wyatt's more significant contribution to this new society was that he worked as a council member. He represented the Keepers and was the dean of the school that had brought up. Madeline oversaw the library and together they had a powerful grasp on education. Together they pushed the idea that an educated workforce was the key to humanity's survival and eventually prosperity. Their impact is still visible as most of the society is still literate and has some form of education.
Shortly after becoming a council member, Wyatt and Madeline gave birth to their first child, Marco Jones. Marco Jones more continued his father's legacy including having his own stint on the council. His time as a council member came as people were looking for a different leader for the keepers as the one that succeeded Wyatt turned out to be corrupt and have some shady ties with the underhanded type. Marco would turn out to be a much more effective leader and his natural charisma led to an out of nowhere upset and put the Jones family back in power. But Marco saw this overwhelming positive public consensus in the Jones family and create a lasting desire to see the Jones on the council. To do this Marco pushed for strong policies that directly benefited both the Keepers and Wakers. He knew that if he could make the life of Wakers better then when their children get educated they would grow into adults that in general favored these policies. To make sure of this he helped groom his younger sister, Amber Jones, to be a tactful politician. When he was getting older he did his best to rally support for his sister and was able to narrowly get the seat. Marco retired to being the dean of the school, personally helping out families that he could out of his own self-interests and his genuine preference to help out. At the same time, he had started to raise his son to be the next leader in the Jones family line.
Amber Jones was a filler in some ways but she essentially came out with policies that help maintain the comfort that people had and did her best to not mess it up. Because she couldn't do certain actions like her brother instead she tried to create herself as a decisive vote that wouldn't vote for things that hurt the Keepers or Wakers. Her impact on society as a whole wasn't too much but what she did do is help solidify further that the Jones were sensible leaders and to be trusted.
Marco had raised his son, Phill Jones, to be a powerful politician. Phill's life was as luxurious as you could imagine for the time. Most wouldn't raise a hand to him out of fear that his family held. Phill was not a bad child, he was just average. He was easily coerced into doing things against the standard morals that his father tried to instill in him. He was by all manners a poor candidate to be a council member but the public support for the Jones made it possible for even someone like him to win. Since he was trained from a young age his ability to invigorate a crowd and control conversation led to him being very effective in dealings. But the life that was promised to him by his late father was anything but. His control wasn't absolute, his power was limited and he would have rather been in control of the people with guns. He became greedy and started to use his power to gather personal wealth. If it stopped there it would have been forgivable but he went further and started to get involved with some of the true underbelly that the society had fostered. Fredrick was around 5 when his father started down this path
Fredrick was born from his father, Phill Jones, and his mother, Melisa Jones. Fredrick's life was much like his father's until he saw some things happen in his father's study. He had just gotten home from playing soccer with some of the boys in the lower district, mother would always have him play with the boys in the lower district. Fredrick was heading to his father's study to let him know that he had scored twice in the last game as he stopped before entering. He heard men he wasn't used to. Franklin thought they may have been some of father's constituents so he quickly changed clothes to present himself properly, Father always loved when Fredrick would make a good showing for his guest. Fredrick opened the door to see some men in dirty clothing and carrying beat-up bags. On his father's desk he some knives and more frighting, guns.
Fredrick was confused at first. He knew we were not supposed to have guns. That confusion was quickly replaced by fear as he looked at his father, he was furious. He pretended to be calm and asked Fredrick to go wait in his room. Fredrick did and hoped it was all in his head but secretly he knew that what he saw in his father was rage. Soon His father opened up Fredricks door and walked over to him with a beat red face carrying his belt. Fredrick tried to apologize but his father already made up his mind. He beat Fredric with the buckle side of the belt until his father had tired. Fredrick was crying and in pain, cuts and lacerations marred his chest and arms where Fredrick took most of the beating. His father left the room after that looking calmer as he could hear another set of footsteps heading towards him. It was his mother.
His mother entered the room with a sullen face. She was carrying some bandages and ointment with her. As she sat next to Fredrick, she immediately told him he wasn't allowed to tell the other kids about what happened. He tried to speak up about the guns but mother squeezed his arm where one of the more nastier cuts was. He knew that he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about this any longer or he might not be long for this world.
In the weeks after the event, Fredrick's father had more men over and Fredrick would start going to his room to hide. He would always take books from their personal library to pass the time. Sometimes his mother would let him know if it was alright for him to come out other times his father would come beat him again for seemingly no reason. All Fredrick learned was that if the men didn't give his father what he wanted, his father would take it out on Fredrick or his mother. This pattern of abuse became constant and by age 7 he stopped crying over it. Fredrick would snoop into his father's study whenever he was out on business to help him understand what his father's dealings were. From what he gleaned from his father's short-held records was that he liked things he could normally not have. He would deal with private gatherers to go out into the ruins and procure items for him in exchange for money or favors. Fredrick couldn't understand why any of these items were important for him. All he knew is that he didn't think any of it was worth it.
Fredrick's disdain for his father only grew as the years went on. His father turned out to be a man that would be more suited as zombie bait than as a council member. His father's boldness only grew over the years, partaking in drugs, precious materials, embezzling, and all sorts of illegal trade. He was in the pocket of the underbelly for the right price. Fredrick started to change as well. His father had started to lecture him on how to become a successful man and one day join the council. Fredrick felt pings of hatred after each lesson, knowing that his father was an ignoble pig who would put his own desires over others. A council member is a servant for the people is what his father would preach as he would then admire his stolen wealth.
A few years into his teenage years, Fredrick had noticed his father was starting to invite unknown women to his study. He could already tell what was going on but what he couldn't see was that act was the last straw for her. That night she confronted father and a loud argument could be heard. He beat her badly that night to the point Fredrick needed to make a splint for her. Fredrick didn't love his mother but he finally could understand her. She had fallen in love with the image father put forward to the public and was trapped with him now. Her keeping Fredrick silent was all she could do in her mind. Fredrick pitied his mother and learned to forgive her for her weakness. They had a cry together about the situation and Fredrick thought that would be the end of it but mother seemed to have a new level of resolve to her. For the first time in 9 years, she held Fredrick and said everything is going to be okay. This resolve her mother showed and the tender care she showed sticks with him to this day.
It seemed her resolve could go so far as she vanished the next day. It was obvious to Fredrick that his father had something to do with it. At first, he thought she told her to leave or she would be killed. As he wondered the house in his father's absence he noticed some blood on the corner of the fireiron. Fredrick gripped it tightly as he felt his chest swell with hate. He couldn't believe his father would go as far as to murder his own wife. Fredrick stood up calmly and steeled himself. He would need to expose his father to get justice for his mother and for all those he has hurt for his own pleasure.
In all honestly, it wasn't hard to gather the evidence, Fredrick has been playing the good child for years at this point and he even knew his father's combinations for his vault. The biggest part of Fredrick's preparation was making the drug to murder his father when he inevitably drinks as he panics and looks for Fredrick to beat. The plan took 6 months to properly execute, he spent most of it trying to get a good connection to help expose his father. When the plan started to fall together his father started to panic as details about his crime circulated to the common people along with the elites. Fredrick spent time in the ruins hiding and waiting for his father's death. Returning 3 days later to find his father dead. He reported it and his supposed good name died with him. Many people openly let Fredrick how much they hated his father now that it was okay to speak about it. There was some goodwill left for the Jones family because of his grand-aunt Melisa. Melisa offered to move in to help take care of Fredrick but Fredrick assured her he would be okay.
The next few years were rough, constant harassment was normal and whenever he offered another person help they would remind him of his father. Fredrick did whatever he could to distance himself from his father. He finally got his education and started teaching. Being a servant eventually built some goodwill back and he could go about his normal day teaching others as he wanted.
But these relaxed days were limited because people needed more things. Fredrick's father's actions had hampered the current council member for the Keepers. She was having a hard time getting her decisions heard and there was a general mistrust of the higher-ups for keepers. Poorer families suffered even after his father's death. Fredrick didn't despair though. No, he instead went to become a rogue. He would use what he could to give back to the families of the kids he was teaching. He was a rogue for 6 years before something else happened.
At the age of 26, he heard from one of his students that there was an unclaimed baby in their building. Worried for the baby's safety he headed over to find more about the situation. What he found was a prostitute who died in childbirth and a screaming little baby. The other tenants were not in a situation to take care of the baby and there was a consensus to let the baby pass on. Fredrick didn't think twice as he picked up the baby and decided to raise it. He used old formula and took the boy wherever he went. He named him Tarak after the suggestions he got from his students. A much better name than the name he was going to choose. Fredrick enjoyed taking care of the child, watching the little guy grow into his own was fulfilling for the man with no kids of his own. Apparently raising a child as a lone father made him sympathetic to others and he got appointed as dean of the school by the time Tarak hit 4.
As much as he wanted to treat Tarak tenderly, he knew he would only be doing him a disservice. He tried to teach him not to fight unless someone else fought first. However, he took that as to not fight back and wound up getting his ass kicked and got laid out. Fredrick had a short talk with him about the family motto of "Do no harm however, take no shit." And in one of the dumbest decisions, Fredric has made, gave his son a switchblade to go get even. To be fair the boy was older and bigger, Fredrick was just leveling the playing ground. His son came back with a gash across his face and broken ribs. Apparently, he won. Fredrick got him stitched up and took care of him until he could manage himself again. Little bugger healed up quickly.
The next incident was when Tarak hit 8, the little kid stupidly followed him outside of the wall, all the way to a rogue meeting. He then, still not realizing the situation introduced himself. Fredrick almost lost it and hit him but calmed down to just ask him why he was here and then the little shit had the gull to repeat the question back. Fredrick described that he was here to get some things for the kids back at the school. And instead of leaving it at that, the kid wanted to come and help. Saying some shit that the school was the best and he wanted to help it as well. It struck a note in him, it reminded him of his simple ideals as a child. With a heavy heart, he let him come along. The others were joking about having a kid with them that night. He did his best and carried what he could. Like a little minion. Slightly adorable but nerve-wracking nonetheless.
After that, we traded the loot to get what we needed for the school families. After that, Fredrick had to sit down and have a serious talk about what Fredrick was doing. Tarak being young enough not to consider all the details but old enough to properly commit himself decided to take his training. Fredrick promised him that he would treat him like a man and would teach him all he could. Tarak agreed not fully knowing what that would mean. No matter how hard Fredrick trained Tarek, he never complained. Tarak got to see the other side of Fredrick and saw who his father really was. He shared with him what the Jones line had done. Tarak kept trying to convince him to go out but Fredrick wouldn't let him.
They would start working on projects together, one of them being a biofuel engine. Fredrick spent a good bit of time helping his son put together his first engine. Fredrick always saw it as a hobby and nothing more but to his surprise, it ran. It ran decently well. He was so proud of his son that he even arranged to get him steaks for next weekend. But disaster struck as the militia took it for safety reasons. His son had shown anger before but Fredric could tell how much this hurt him. To hopefully cheer him up, Fredrick vouched that Tarak's age was 16 even though he was actually 15 and a half. After that, they started to do things together not just as father and son but as fellow rogues.
|Society Role/Faction|
He is the dean at the school and a Rogue in his off time
Inventory
SIG Sauer P210: This very stylish 9mm handgun was a family heirloom among the Jones family, before Fredrick it had not seen much use, but since the untimely death of his father, it had been used quite often by Fredrick. The magazine holds eight 9mm rounds, and Fredrick has 2 magazines.
Crowbar: a 2 foot long crow bar that weighs about 7 pounds, it's nice in the hands and very useful in and out of a fight.
Collapsable Bow: This bow can be unstrung and fold its arms forward to keep hidden away quite easily. Fredrick has 6 arrows for his bow making sure that it is easy to hide them away from the house.
Backpack:This large bag can hold his rations, a flashlight, his machete, a water container that holds 32 ounces of water, a flask that holds 4 ounces of rubbing alcohol, a laser pointer that produces a red light, and some old objects that are easy to store and are light that he keeps to grab and use for decoys, all the while he is still able to hold quite a bit extra of loot he finds out beyond the walls.
@Midnight Howl I saw your Review, I fixed the tenses. The word I tried to use was vouched. The word I put was apparently about dancing. And his father was a councilor and is now dead. it would have been 30+ years since he was in power. if that is too much I can still change it.
Fredric stands around 5'11 and weighs roughly 160lbs. He is pretty leans and tries to keep himself in good shape. He isn't the most intimidating of people.
To the less fortunate he comes off as generous and compassionate. He genuinely cares about the well-being of others and takes measures to help others. He finds a disdain for the upper echelon that he was born into. The disdain for the upper class and care for the lower class had led to many of his decisions. Fredrick prefers to stick to business in most manners of life. He is a little uptight but at the end of the day, he is just as tired of the stress of this world as anyone. He has cultivated a healthy amount of skepticism from what he has witnessed and what he has caused. He is a bit of a risk-taker, although he does try to either tip things in his favor or mitigate the risks. He believes that change to the system is what is deeply needed and if he needs to roll a few dozen more heads he will.
One of his softer spots is his son, Tarak. Tarak has seen many sides of him and in some ways taught him how to be more fatherly and has tempered his view slightly now that he has something to lose.
|Motivations|
The School Children: He believes that children have to be protected and taken care of. Fredrick believes society has failed them so he won't.
Reorganization: He believes the entire Government is in desperate need of restructuring to hold individuals responsible. And He will expose anyone to make it happen
Justice for the Meek: Fredrick has seen the lower class be taken advantage of his entire life. He knows that as someone born into the higher class he needs to be a voice for their protection and justice for them.
History
Fredrick Jones was Brought up in the prestigious Jones family. The Jones family dates back to the beginning of the viral outbreak where Fredrick's great grandfather, Wyatt Jones, was a well-regarded researcher, philosopher, and professor. Wyatt was 43 years of age when the virus broke out. He and his wife, Madeline Jones, were able to survive the beginning of the apocalypse. How They survived wasn't shared with Fredrick but if he had to assume it had to do with other stories of him being an "accomplished" hunter judging by the ivory that still adorns his old study. Wyatt's more significant contribution to this new society was that he worked as a council member. He represented the Keepers and was the dean of the school that had brought up. Madeline oversaw the library and together they had a powerful grasp on education. Together they pushed the idea that an educated workforce was the key to humanity's survival and eventually prosperity. Their impact is still visible as most of the society is still literate and has some form of education.
Shortly after becoming a council member, Wyatt and Madeline gave birth to their first child, Marco Jones. Marco Jones more continued his father's legacy including having his own stint on the council. His time as a council member came as people were looking for a different leader for the keepers as the one that succeeded Wyatt turned out to be corrupt and have some shady ties with the underhanded type. Marco would turn out to be a much more effective leader and his natural charisma led to an out of nowhere upset and put the Jones family back in power. But Marco saw this overwhelming positive public consensus in the Jones family and create a lasting desire to see the Jones on the council. To do this Marco pushed for strong policies that directly benefited both the Keepers and Wakers. He knew that if he could make the life of Wakers better then when their children get educated they would grow into adults that in general favored these policies. To make sure of this he helped groom his younger sister, Amber Jones, to be a tactful politician. When he was getting older he did his best to rally support for his sister and was able to narrowly get the seat. Marco retired to being the dean of the school, personally helping out families that he could out of his own self-interests and his genuine preference to help out. At the same time, he had started to raise his son to be the next leader in the Jones family line.
Amber Jones was a filler in some ways but she essentially came out with policies that help maintain the comfort that people had and did her best to not mess it up. Because she couldn't do certain actions like her brother instead she tried to create herself as a decisive vote that wouldn't vote for things that hurt the Keepers or Wakers. Her impact on society as a whole wasn't too much but what she did do is help solidify further that the Jones were sensible leaders and to be trusted.
Marco had raised his son, Phill Jones, to be a powerful politician. Phill's life was as luxurious as you could imagine for the time. Most wouldn't raise a hand to him out of fear that his family held. Phill was not a bad child, he was just average. He was easily coerced into doing things against the standard morals that his father tried to instill in him. He was by all manners a poor candidate to be a council member but the public support for the Jones made it possible for even someone like him to win. Since he was trained from a young age his ability to invigorate a crowd and control conversation led to him being very effective in dealings. But the life that was promised to him by his late father was anything but. His control wasn't absolute, his power was limited and he would have rather been in control of the people with guns. He became greedy and started to use his power to gather personal wealth. If it stopped there it would have been forgivable but he went further and started to get involved with some of the true underbelly that the society had fostered. Fredrick was around 5 when his father started down this path
Fredrick was born from his father, Phill Jones, and his mother, Melisa Jones. Fredrick's life was much like his father's until he saw some things happen in his father's study. He had just gotten home from playing soccer with some of the boys in the lower district, mother would always have him play with the boys in the lower district. Fredrick was heading to his father's study to let him know that he had scored twice in the last game as he stopped before entering. He heard men he wasn't used to. Franklin thought they may have been some of father's constituents so he quickly changed clothes to present himself properly, Father always loved when Fredrick would make a good showing for his guest. Fredrick opened the door to see some men in dirty clothing and carrying beat-up bags. On his father's desk he some knives and more frighting, guns.
Fredrick was confused at first. He knew we were not supposed to have guns. That confusion was quickly replaced by fear as he looked at his father, he was furious. He pretended to be calm and asked Fredrick to go wait in his room. Fredrick did and hoped it was all in his head but secretly he knew that what he saw in his father was rage. Soon His father opened up Fredricks door and walked over to him with a beat red face carrying his belt. Fredrick tried to apologize but his father already made up his mind. He beat Fredric with the buckle side of the belt until his father had tired. Fredrick was crying and in pain, cuts and lacerations marred his chest and arms where Fredrick took most of the beating. His father left the room after that looking calmer as he could hear another set of footsteps heading towards him. It was his mother.
His mother entered the room with a sullen face. She was carrying some bandages and ointment with her. As she sat next to Fredrick, she immediately told him he wasn't allowed to tell the other kids about what happened. He tried to speak up about the guns but mother squeezed his arm where one of the more nastier cuts was. He knew that he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone about this any longer or he might not be long for this world.
In the weeks after the event, Fredrick's father had more men over and Fredrick would start going to his room to hide. He would always take books from their personal library to pass the time. Sometimes his mother would let him know if it was alright for him to come out other times his father would come beat him again for seemingly no reason. All Fredrick learned was that if the men didn't give his father what he wanted, his father would take it out on Fredrick or his mother. This pattern of abuse became constant and by age 7 he stopped crying over it. Fredrick would snoop into his father's study whenever he was out on business to help him understand what his father's dealings were. From what he gleaned from his father's short-held records was that he liked things he could normally not have. He would deal with private gatherers to go out into the ruins and procure items for him in exchange for money or favors. Fredrick couldn't understand why any of these items were important for him. All he knew is that he didn't think any of it was worth it.
Fredrick's disdain for his father only grew as the years went on. His father turned out to be a man that would be more suited as zombie bait than as a council member. His father's boldness only grew over the years, partaking in drugs, precious materials, embezzling, and all sorts of illegal trade. He was in the pocket of the underbelly for the right price. Fredrick started to change as well. His father had started to lecture him on how to become a successful man and one day join the council. Fredrick felt pings of hatred after each lesson, knowing that his father was an ignoble pig who would put his own desires over others. A council member is a servant for the people is what his father would preach as he would then admire his stolen wealth.
A few years into his teenage years, Fredrick had noticed his father was starting to invite unknown women to his study. He could already tell what was going on but what he couldn't see was that act was the last straw for her. That night she confronted father and a loud argument could be heard. He beat her badly that night to the point Fredrick needed to make a splint for her. Fredrick didn't love his mother but he finally could understand her. She had fallen in love with the image father put forward to the public and was trapped with him now. Her keeping Fredrick silent was all she could do in her mind. Fredrick pitied his mother and learned to forgive her for her weakness. They had a cry together about the situation and Fredrick thought that would be the end of it but mother seemed to have a new level of resolve to her. For the first time in 9 years, she held Fredrick and said everything is going to be okay. This resolve her mother showed and the tender care she showed sticks with him to this day.
It seemed her resolve could go so far as she vanished the next day. It was obvious to Fredrick that his father had something to do with it. At first, he thought she told her to leave or she would be killed. As he wondered the house in his father's absence he noticed some blood on the corner of the fireiron. Fredrick gripped it tightly as he felt his chest swell with hate. He couldn't believe his father would go as far as to murder his own wife. Fredrick stood up calmly and steeled himself. He would need to expose his father to get justice for his mother and for all those he has hurt for his own pleasure.
In all honestly, it wasn't hard to gather the evidence, Fredrick has been playing the good child for years at this point and he even knew his father's combinations for his vault. The biggest part of Fredrick's preparation was making the drug to murder his father when he inevitably drinks as he panics and looks for Fredrick to beat. The plan took 6 months to properly execute, he spent most of it trying to get a good connection to help expose his father. When the plan started to fall together his father started to panic as details about his crime circulated to the common people along with the elites. Fredrick spent time in the ruins hiding and waiting for his father's death. Returning 3 days later to find his father dead. He reported it and his supposed good name died with him. Many people openly let Fredrick how much they hated his father now that it was okay to speak about it. There was some goodwill left for the Jones family because of his grand-aunt Melisa. Melisa offered to move in to help take care of Fredrick but Fredrick assured her he would be okay.
The next few years were rough, constant harassment was normal and whenever he offered another person help they would remind him of his father. Fredrick did whatever he could to distance himself from his father. He finally got his education and started teaching. Being a servant eventually built some goodwill back and he could go about his normal day teaching others as he wanted.
But these relaxed days were limited because people needed more things. Fredrick's father's actions had hampered the current council member for the Keepers. She was having a hard time getting her decisions heard and there was a general mistrust of the higher-ups for keepers. Poorer families suffered even after his father's death. Fredrick didn't despair though. No, he instead went to become a rogue. He would use what he could to give back to the families of the kids he was teaching. He was a rogue for 6 years before something else happened.
At the age of 26, he heard from one of his students that there was an unclaimed baby in their building. Worried for the baby's safety he headed over to find more about the situation. What he found was a prostitute who died in childbirth and a screaming little baby. The other tenants were not in a situation to take care of the baby and there was a consensus to let the baby pass on. Fredrick didn't think twice as he picked up the baby and decided to raise it. He used old formula and took the boy wherever he went. He named him Tarak after the suggestions he got from his students. A much better name than the name he was going to choose. Fredrick enjoyed taking care of the child, watching the little guy grow into his own was fulfilling for the man with no kids of his own. Apparently raising a child as a lone father made him sympathetic to others and he got appointed as dean of the school by the time Tarak hit 4.
As much as he wanted to treat Tarak tenderly, he knew he would only be doing him a disservice. He tried to teach him not to fight unless someone else fought first. However, he took that as to not fight back and wound up getting his ass kicked and got laid out. Fredrick had a short talk with him about the family motto of "Do no harm however, take no shit." And in one of the dumbest decisions, Fredric has made, gave his son a switchblade to go get even. To be fair the boy was older and bigger, Fredrick was just leveling the playing ground. His son came back with a gash across his face and broken ribs. Apparently, he won. Fredrick got him stitched up and took care of him until he could manage himself again. Little bugger healed up quickly.
The next incident was when Tarak hit 8, the little kid stupidly followed him outside of the wall, all the way to a rogue meeting. He then, still not realizing the situation introduced himself. Fredrick almost lost it and hit him but calmed down to just ask him why he was here and then the little shit had the gull to repeat the question back. Fredrick described that he was here to get some things for the kids back at the school. And instead of leaving it at that, the kid wanted to come and help. Saying some shit that the school was the best and he wanted to help it as well. It struck a note in him, it reminded him of his simple ideals as a child. With a heavy heart, he let him come along. The others were joking about having a kid with them that night. He did his best and carried what he could. Like a little minion. Slightly adorable but nerve-wracking nonetheless.
After that, we traded the loot to get what we needed for the school families. After that, Fredrick had to sit down and have a serious talk about what Fredrick was doing. Tarak being young enough not to consider all the details but old enough to properly commit himself decided to take his training. Fredrick promised him that he would treat him like a man and would teach him all he could. Tarak agreed not fully knowing what that would mean. No matter how hard Fredrick trained Tarek, he never complained. Tarak got to see the other side of Fredrick and saw who his father really was. He shared with him what the Jones line had done. Tarak kept trying to convince him to go out but Fredrick wouldn't let him.
They would start working on projects together, one of them being a biofuel engine. Fredrick spent a good bit of time helping his son put together his first engine. Fredrick always saw it as a hobby and nothing more but to his surprise, it ran. It ran decently well. He was so proud of his son that he even arranged to get him steaks for next weekend. But disaster struck as the militia took it for safety reasons. His son had shown anger before but Fredric could tell how much this hurt him. To hopefully cheer him up, Fredrick vouched that Tarak's age was 16 even though he was actually 15 and a half. After that, they started to do things together not just as father and son but as fellow rogues.
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He is the dean at the school and a Rogue in his off time
Inventory
SIG Sauer P210: This very stylish 9mm handgun was a family heirloom among the Jones family, before Fredrick it had not seen much use, but since the untimely death of his father, it had been used quite often by Fredrick. The magazine holds eight 9mm rounds, and Fredrick has 2 magazines.
Crowbar: a 2 foot long crow bar that weighs about 7 pounds, it's nice in the hands and very useful in and out of a fight.
Collapsable Bow: This bow can be unstrung and fold its arms forward to keep hidden away quite easily. Fredrick has 6 arrows for his bow making sure that it is easy to hide them away from the house.
Backpack:This large bag can hold his rations, a flashlight, his machete, a water container that holds 32 ounces of water, a flask that holds 4 ounces of rubbing alcohol, a laser pointer that produces a red light, and some old objects that are easy to store and are light that he keeps to grab and use for decoys, all the while he is still able to hold quite a bit extra of loot he finds out beyond the walls.
Body Type: Large rectangular build packed with muscle on muscle
Age: Age: 127 Birthday: April 19th
Eyes: Color: Light yellow eyes with streaks of dark amber. Quality: Uzul has great vision that can quickly react to movement. Shape: Rounded eyes that are usually very wide.
Hair: Color: Black hair that are starting to show streaks of white and gray. Texture: Rough and in need of conditioning. Length: Slightly past shoulders. Style: Messily tied in the back into a bun of some kind.
Skin: Shade: A brownish-green like an olive. Texture: Smooth on the surface with Rock Hard muscles that create a marble-like feeling. Birthmarks: None that he knows of. Scars: A few light scars that have smoothed over decades.
Manner of dress: Normal: Uzul is usually dressed for travel, covered in a dusty thick tan cloak. Most of the things he has looks pretty worn from use. No shirt as it was the first thing to go. In need of new clothes.
Voice: Accent: A weird cross of Dugmaghord and dwarven accents. Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower range with some slight vibration. Typical Volume: more of a quiet softer voice in private. But in public will speak louder with more authority.
Speech: Habits: Uzul tends to try to get his thoughts in order and say a lot at once when in quick conversation. When in more interactive he usually gets his thoughts out and then waits in a back and forth mannerism. Profanity: Uses profanity mostly to himself. Been literal decades since he has used it as a person.
Movement and gestures: When first meeting someone he tries to not make too many gestures as he feels it put people off. After he gets to know someone or they seem to also use a fair bit of gestures he will use them frequently to help express himself.
Overall Liveliness: Uzul's mind is usually focused on a goal and he moves towards it silence. Uzul is usually low energy and only rises when there is a good enough stimulus. He is a real big laugher though and laughs at even the worst puns.
Grace of Movement: Having trained his body for so long he is well aware of his body in space usually. However, Uzul still struggles with places built for smaller folk. In combat, his moves are very precise well controlled.
Extent of Physical Expressiveness: Uzul mainly expresses positive emotions or things that surprise him. Things that disturb or he disagrees with his features don't change that much.
Posture: Uzul stands very tall and tries to show confidence, something instilled in himself decades ago. However his wanderer status usually finds him resting where he can. He never sits against things.
Agility: Uzul is agile enough for his size and usually fumbles with most things that aren't his weapon. Most of the time if he isn't familiar with it he will take a long time to slowly succeed.
Accuracy of Senses: Uzul has honed his senses in the desert as he would have to travel alone.
Fears: To watch people die needlessly. To fail to help someone he has deemed important to him. Letting the pain of his past leave him.
Dreams: To one day atone for his past and then hopefully live for others.
Pleasures: Uzul finds gathering things in the forest or desert to be quite fun. He loves to sketch when he gets a chance. In general, he finds joy in being helpful.
Plans for the Future: No real sense of plans more moments of helping then back to wandering.
Sense of Humor: Puns.
Opinions Regarding:
Money: It can be very useful as not all issues can be solved through work. Himself though he finds money to be more tedious than anything else and prefers to barter.
Love: Love is something he believes everyone needs to experience before they grow up or else it can stunt you for life. He believes that it only takes a single love to change a person forever.
Death: The purity of death can be comforting thought for yourself but never forget that while you may find comfort others find discomfort and you should help alleviate it. It may hurt to lose someone but if you then chose to die yourself you have failed
Liquor/Drugs: Drinking should be reserved for celebrations, even small ones.
Ideals: To make up for his past and help others
Regrets: Letting his greed take hold of himself and getting what he loved the most taken in exchange.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:
Uzul finds life too short to not talk to people although he usually tends to stay quiet in larger groups preferring to listen while other people enjoy themselves. Uzul believes he shows a healthy amount of selfishness when it comes to his own ambition. Kindness wasn't something that came naturally to Uzul, instead it came from his time as a father. He tends to take extra care to look out for those still trying to find their way in life. There was a time in Uzul's life that he wouldn't bat an eye at letting an old friend die if it meant he could live but the years of travel have undoubtedly softened him as he now finds himself intervening in situation that don't have to do with himself.
Uzul is quite calm nowadays. He usually takes time to consider the situation if he can. However, this calm is learned and he finds himself in relying on his quick action when a threat appears. He has at least dampened his old instincts to not go full force on the first strike. Socially, he attempts to approach situations with open mindedness but he still has a hard time. When he finds a beggar he usually goes out of his way to give them some food and money he can spare. He had always been patient in life usually willing to wait years for a payoff. This patience doesn't go the same length for people as he has little time for those who simply choose not to progress. He finds lenience for those who find themselves lost in life.
Uzul has spent only half a century exploring the desert, the outskirts of the forest, and the uninhabitable zone. When it comes to survival in those areas he is probably the best guide in Avalia. But all this wandering, writing, and researching has enlightened him to one thing above all. That he knows nothing. Uzul is very aware of how little he knows about the world and that drives him to this day. Uzul can plan things out years in advance for personal goals but his traveler life style has lent him more to going with the flow. Uzul might lighten peoples day but that's about it now. In his younger days he could rally other orcs into a frenzy when he was a captain but that charisma died off in him years ago. He has a bit of an easier time making friends but his scars and stature usually acts as an effective deterrent to other races. Uzul has a dad sense of humor and is the first to laugh at his own jokes. The years of travel have weathered him, his base energy seems like he needs coffee or a nap. He can get pretty excited when in battle or when learning something he didn't know. Third paragraph(or list.) include: What's in the Brain. You can not be amazing in all four.
Uzul tries to keep himself busy. This is partly to how he sees time but it can be mostly contributed to his past trauma. When he is not keeping himself active him mind wanders to old battles, old mistakes, lost loved ones. His smile seems to fade as he starts to stare off into the distance. He usually ends up working until he feels exhausted to avoid dreaming and lying in bed with his own thoughts for too long. He sees these lingering pains to be the cost for his greed, a pain that he earned.
Background
Occupation Traveler, Former Captain in Dugmaghord
Living Immediate Family Members: None
Dead Immediate Family Members: Shel(Wife), Rhab(First Son), Guduk(Second Son), Seigan(Daughter)
Current Companions: None
Current and Past Lover(s): His wife
History
Uzul was born in Dugmaghord under the rule of Pâsh. His mother wasn't fond of Uzul's father so she held some resentment to the young orc. Uzul was born a runt, which displeased his mother as well. Uzul found himself mostly on his own in the tribe, fending for himself. The lack of community he felt at a young age had him searching for acceptance in his community. A surefire way would be through combat but he was small, diminutive even, compared to the other adolescent orcs. He could understand combat well, the ebbs and flows of combat being easily ascertained by Uzul through watching the fighters in the pit.
Not having the ability to fight like the other orcs, Uzul found himself training by himself in solitude. He would run through fight after fight in his head to learn what he could from them. But when training in nature, he found himself being pulled away from training and absorbed into his surroundings. The dessert was alive with all sorts of life and he found himself at peace just existing with it. The peace never lasted very long, Uzul was prone to be bullied by the other orcs. He would of course try to fight against them but he could never win against their numbers or size. He was always so angry at that. Uzul could track what they were doing and even could predict what they would do but it was never enough. Uzul would lay there, wishing he was stronger.
As the other orc children quickly shot up in size he stayed mostly the same, growing years after they did. Uzul kept training to himself, staying to the outskirts of Dugmaghord. Nobody bothered him anymore and he preferred it this way. The more isolated lifestyle was more calming to him. Years after the other orcs had grown, Uzul finally began to grow. Uzul grew to be massive, being taller than most orcs, and his frame was massive. The muscles he developed as a child were nothing to what was growing in now. He kept training as he grew, trying to quickly get used to his body. With how large his body as he was in a new position. Uzul always considered leaving Dugmaghord but with his diminutive size, it would have been a death sentence. Now he could leave if he wanted to. For days he weighed his options and what would happen. Uzul decided he wanted to get even before he leaves. Get back at the people who wronged him as a child. He knew his actions were petty and that did weigh on him. But the catharsis Uzul believed he would feel if he beat them all was too tempting.
He knew it would be difficult to beat them. Uzul has never won a fight, and he would be going against people who are still trying to prove their strength. He began to plan his strategy on how to defeat them. Some of the orcs were close so if he attacked some of them he would risk being grouped up on. After a few days of research and thought, Uzul found his first target. He chose not to raid and instead hunt animals. He apparently almost died during his first real raid and that scared him off. The others had continued raiding and were most likely better than him in skill. Uzul decided to track him down as he was hunting and challenge him while he was cleaning his mark. The fight wasn't easy for Uzul. Uzul had never had a weapon nor did he have much time to get used to his body. But in the end, Uzul won when he broke the hunter's ribs. Uzul first win was almost intoxicating to him. He thought about leaving his unconscious body but this area was too dangerous to leave what would be an easy meal. He carried him to the closest hut.
The rest of his plan happened quickly, maybe only taking place over a week or two. People hearing about the runt beating someone in a fight piqued the interest of some of the younger orcs who grew up with him. Uzul's small hut near the outskirts was starting to be frequented by curious people. Most were the older orcs who were just wondering if the rumors were true that little Uzul grew massive. Others were here to mess with him, those people he fought on the spot. He couldn't stand to be disrespected anymore. His size was useful but even more useful was his mind for battle. Most of them had styles that had exploitable weaknesses, leaving an opportunity for Uzul to capitalize. Uzul wasn't fully developed and his actual experience was severely lacking. Each fight hurt, none of them were easy fights. But as time went on Uzul figured things out and by the end of his plan he had beat most of the younger orcs that grew up with him.
Satisfied with himself, Uzul prepared to leave Dugmaghord behind now that he had his revenge. But that is when things changed. He earned people's respect. They no longer found him to be a weak runt that didn't deserve any time. Instead, Uzul was invited to drink, spar, and even offered him to go on the next raid. They even gave him a set of gauntlets assuming that was his preferred weapon. The acceptance he was experiencing was something he had always wanted. He couldn't let go of it, he gave in to the new feeling of comfort he felt.
Uzul was steadily raising his standing in Dugmaghord. Participating in raids and finally enjoying his life. Killing random people was not particularly enjoyable but at the time it was part of what he and Dugmaghord does. As Uzul's ego continue to grow, he started to plan even further heights for himself. He believed he had the potential to one day become Grand Chieftain, to kill the Pâsh himself. Uzul knew to accomplish that he would need years of preparation to even attempt this. During this time he kept his goal completely to himself. Uzul trained himself to be able to fight almost any orc. He learned how to fight even those who obtained powers from their hunt. Uzul was determined to find how far he could go without taking the gaining new powers from the hunt. Most fly squishers could be conquered without much effort. Most of the captains and all of the chieftains were too strong at the moment. But Uzul knew with more training and bulking they should be conquerable. He wasn't in a hurry to be the best. He knew that with careful planning and dedication he would make everyone fall. He had given himself 40 years to set his plan to defeat Pâsh in motion, until then he would prepare.
Maybe 10 years after that he was in the forest near the desert. Uzul always found himself there whenever they were near. He found the forest to be so much more alluring than his desert home. He appreciated each piece of greenery and all that it had to offer. At this point, if he says he was going out it was respected. However, as he was appreciating nature he heard a voice behind him. As he turned he didn't see anyone. On instinct he looked down just in time to get hit in the face by some sticky moss, blinding him. As he shifted himself to get ready to fight he felt his leg get tripped as he fell to the ground. Uzul was finally able to get the moss off of his face only to be kicked in the face by a boot. He finally rose to his feet and scanned for the person who humiliated him. What he found was a female orc on the shorter side with long, well-kept hair. She was slightly laughing at Uzul as he still laid there on the ground. Uzul rose quickly ready to fight her, believing this to be a challenge but she was already walking away by then, humming a small tune as she left. Uzul contemplated continuing the fight but felt it was best if he left things as is.
Driven by a sense of embarrassment and cautiousness, He found himself trying to observe and research her. He found out her name was Shel and she joined the tribe recently. He was suspicious of her from the start and he was determined why she attacked him and walked away. As he continued to research Shel, Uzul found that she was more dangerous than he could imagine. Her wit was her main attribute about her. She would verbally spar anyone, leaving them flustered and defeated. She attempted this a few times with Uzul but it usually ended in a draw in Uzul's opinion. That is until she would turn and start humming that same tune from when they first met like she was constantly holding his past blunder over him. Each time he would get flustered and turn away. Uzul was determined to outwit her in some way, to take back his dignity that she took.
Uzul failed miserably each time. He thought about challenging her to a duel after the first dozen of attempts but he would always restrain himself from that. He knew that beating her in combat wouldn't give him the satisfaction he wanted. Even when Uzul created situations that heavily favored him, Shel would still turn the tables on him. As frustration built after every loss there was also a growing respect for her. As their battle of wits continued for years, Uzul became more accepting that he would never best her. One night over some drinks, after another successful raid he finally admitted that he would never be able to best her. Shel laughed at first, then changed a bit more serious, asking if they will continue their games. Uzul was caught off guard, then he realized that only he had cared about beating her. He couldn't stop laughing that night over how stupid he was. That was the night Uzul finally felt he had a true friend.
As the years went by Uzul's desire for power slowed down. He had attained a level of fear and respect that most orcs have never felt. He was not the strongest orc but he had started to feel that with time he would become the strongest. As Uzul stopped constantly pushing himself to further heights, he was able to focus on other aspects of life, like family. Uzul never considered family to be a thing for him as he had concluded in his younger days that he was going to leave Dugmaghord, isolating himself. But now he was someone here. He tried for a more intimate relationship with Shel and although she wanted to try as well it was awkward in the beginning. Arguments were constant as they realized how truly obstinate they were. Uzul thought of calling it quit more times than he liked to say. But there was a part of him that believed she was the only one for him. He started to temper himself and try to be more cooperative. It wasn't perfect but they could manage to stay together
As they worked through their issues together, Uzul started to understand other sides of Shel. Some of them seemed contrary to her outward confidence. It was surprising at first to see someone you saw as so strong have a weak side. Even after all this Uzul had a hard time showing someone his weakness willingly. It wasn't a lack of trust but Uzul's own hatred of his perceived weakness in his past. He felt that he needed to open up to her as well, he felt obligated to after sharing her own weaknesses. They were near the forest where they first met and Uzul thought being alone where they first met would give him the courage he needed. As he looked at the forest, he could already feel himself relax. It took some time but he was able to let her know of his life before they met. He laid out his past gripes, his hate that he still held onto, and his true ambition to her. He expected some light-hearted teasing to help lighten the mood. Instead, she addressed each one with confidence and grace, never faltering or creating doubt in Uzul. In the end, they simply went home. Uzul believes that was the true day he fell in love with Shel.
It wasn't long after that they had their first child Rhab. Rhab was closely followed by his little brother, Guduk, and then by his little sister, Seigan. When they were born Uzul promised himself that he would be a better parent than his and that he would do his best to protect them. He trained them as they grew and, with the help of his wife Shel, taught them to be intelligent and independent people. Uzul's mentality shifted to thinking of his life for them rather than his own and as such he couldn’t run around punching everything in front of him. He quickly picked up a spear and other long weapons and in all honestly Uzul became a much more formidable opponent. He still had hopes of succeeding Pâsh but now it seemed less important after each year he was able to live with his family.
Things that didn't bother Uzul in the past started to make their way to the front of his mind. He had slaughtered many people in his life at the time. Sometimes it was a fight against warriors, other times it was just a mother trying to protect her children from the invading orcs. He had never questioned if what he was doing was okay. It was just a thing that was part of the nature of battle. Nightmares started to come to him as the weight of his past actions stayed in his mind. It wasn't until after another night of restless sleep that he looked at his kids playing and he realized how it would feel to watch his own children be massacred. The remorse he felt for the families he ruined had a profound effect on Uzul's way of thinking. Uzul was sickened with himself and tried to change himself. If Raiding was to be part of his life at least he could do it in a way that he could go home and look at his kids. From then on whenever he raided he didn't allow the needless killing of non-combatants. If someone stepped out of line he would publicly beat the orc to an inch of their life and all those who just watched would be given the same treatment.
He watched all his children grow up into fine adults. They were all as strong as body as they were of heart. Uzul was proud to call them his children. Rhab was trying to grow into a leader and learn from others as much as he could. Guduk was in love with fighting. He purely focused on growing stronger while holding back some nastier tendencies that usually showed up in orcs. Seigan was content to be a hunter and was more interested in the natural world like Uzul. Although she was the youngest and weakest she was always bossing her brother's around. Uzul kept worrying if he forgot to teach them something important but Shel would always wave away his worries.
Life seemed to slow down for a few years until a report came in. A Hammer Tail was spotted only a day away from where they were after a raid. Uzul was dumbfounded that a Hammer Tail would be found this far out. He sent his son Guduk to scout out the situation and by the end of the night, he was able to confirm from the tracks and destruction that it was indeed a Hammer Tail. A Hammer Tail was the creature he believed would give him the best chance of beating a Pâsh in single combat. His waning passion for besting the Grand Chieftain in single combat began to burn again. But he tried to calm himself, they had just completed a raid and his men should be tired, he shouldn't push them so hard. He retired for the night with his wife and talked about how excited he got in the moment. That this could be his chance but that he couldn't risk the raiding party.
Moments later, his daughter, Seigan, asked for him and Shel to come out of their tent. As he left, he saw the raiding party already packed up and wielding their weapons. At first, he was worried of a coup but this was different they were quiet. Rhab walked forward announcing that everyone here was ready to go on a hunt for the Hammer Tail. Uzul was shocked he tried to lower the energy in the raiding party to help get them to see how ridiculous it was to go out and hunt the beast. But he couldn't stop the group. Even Shel believed that if the group wants to go on the hunt with him then he should accept and lead confidently. Uzul's objection changed after some arguing and he agreed to go on the hunt. As he retreated to his tent to prepare again there was a part of him that was actually very excited by this. The raiding party trusted him and would go on the hunt for his benefit. He was truly grateful for this moment. He geared up and performed the ritual to take the magic of the creature he defeats. This would be the most important fight of his life.
They headed off towards the beast, marching through the night to keep on its track. It took three days for them to spot the Hammer Tail. It seemed to be in good condition, odd considering where it was but it wasn't the matter. With the strength of the Raiding group, Uzul was confident that they could kill it. They began to surround it to jump and quickly target its legs to immobilize it. The raiding party waited for Uzul's command to rush. This was it. Uzul gave the signal.
Uzul was part of the frontal force against the creature. As he rushed in the other orcs followed. The fight was quickly a blur as sand and dust were kicked up into a cloud. It was hard to tell what was going on but he could hear the monster's screams as well as the screams of his own men. Uzul tried his best to finish it as quickly as he could but the beast was outrageously tough. Each strike would hurt Uzul's arms and he felt as if nothing was giving. The fight lasted for so long he couldn't remember as he entered the zone, focusing on his opponent fully. But finally, Uzul was able to drive his spear into the skull of the creature, killing it. He screamed a guttural victory shout and expected to hear the same from his party. But there was silence.
The dust started to settle and Uzul could finally make out the carnage. Some were alive, most were a mangled lump of flesh that died from the impact of the creature. Uzul dashed to one of the survivors trying to see how he could help but it was beyond treatable, all there was left was to die. The orc couldn't speak all she could do was stare at Uzul he let him down gently as he could maybe save a few. As he went from survivor to survivor, Uzul could feel his very soul being wretched as he watched the men he lead all dying around him. He held his composure until he came across Gruduk. As Uzul went over to check on his son he could see the blood coming from his mouth. He went to hold his son as he realized that Gruduk had a concaved abdomen. His back was crushed by the hit. There was no surviving this wound. Uzul held his son as he passed away, unable to help him. It was hard to let go of Gruduk but Uzul knew that there might be other survivors.
One by one he checked. They were either dead or dying, the blows smashed their bodies into pulp. He eventually came across Seigan, she was dead by the time he got there. Her head was removed from the nose and above. He found Rhab lying next to a rock, there was a blood trail leading there like he pulled himself away from combat. He finally found his wife Shel. She had seemed like she died from being stepped on. No chance to say goodbye to anyone as he stood there surrounded by his dead family. He couldn't process what happened and just began to cry. He cried until he passed out.
As he awoke he was tired, he looked around at the dead and realized that they should be buried. It was the least he could do. Some birds and other insects had already started to eat at some of the dead. There was nothing he could do but make their graves. He spent four full days digging graves and burying them. In the end, he just felt numb, he didn't want to return to Dugmaghord, he couldn't. So he just picked up his spear and tied his gauntlets to his side and went wandering the desert.
Years went by and he met no one. If he saw some orcs he would simply turn around and walk away. But one day he stumbled upon some dwarfs fighting a giant spider and at this point losing. Uzul started to turn away from them until he noticed some women and children in one of the carts. A rage built in him as he let out a war cry and fought the spider. The battle was tough but at this point, he has fought dozens of these creatures. At the battle he turned to the dwarfs, expecting them to be terrified at his brutishness. Instead, he was greeted with appreciation from some very tired dwarfs.
They invited him to come to their caravan. He was hesitant but he was tired from the fight as well. The women and children were scared of him but the women did their best to hide it. The leader of the caravan said they were transporting some materials and were just trying to make their way across the desert. Uzul warned them that this area is filled with spiders and that they would be better readjusting their course for a few days to avoid them. He said they would have if they didn't lose some of their supplies to another spider maybe 3 days ago. Uzul shook his head in a way that disheartened the dwarves of their chances of surviving this journey. The leader tried to quickly remedy this by hiring Uzul to finish seeing them through the dangerous parts of the desert. He wanted to say no but he couldn't when he thought of what the fate of the children would be if he left.
There was no discussion of pay and frankly, he had no use for money. And from there he protected the caravan for around a week. He kept a distance from them feeling that it made some of them tense to have an orc near them. It was understandable. They have or probably known someone affected from an orc raid. Each day was a fight of some creature. Uzul didn't think much of what it meant to help them at the time but towards the end of the travel, he felt a purpose in it. He felt that he had found a way to lighten his guilt even if it was slight. Towards the end of travel, they offered to give him some cloth. Uzul tried to refuse but they weren't having it. He gave in and fashioned a new cloak that he still wears.
To this day, Uzul still makes a habit of helping whoever wants to journey through the desert. He became a known figure for his expert navigation in the desert and near the badlands. He never tried to particularly go near the badlands but now and then there would be some adventurous soul who would try to lead an expedition into it. Most turn back the second they get a real glimpse of it. Some try to stay in it for a few days. And the unlucky never make it back. Uzul knows that place is not meant to be traveled.
Combat and Magic:
After defeating the Hammer Tail, Uzul absorbed its power and became more durable. His skin became like hardened stone, able to deter most attacks
Strength: 10 Speed on Land: 7 Speed in Air: 0 Magical Ability: Dexterity: 7 Weapon Proficiency: 10 Stealth: 2
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