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Golly

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Golly

Golly

A shy half-elf Barbarian ❤️

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Golly

  • got lost in a forest, running from a group of rogue orcs. As they ran, they failed to notice just how badly there leg was hurt. Just as they thought they got away...they tripped over a group of gnarled roots, tumbling down a steep cliff-face and hitting the back of there head HARD on a large rock.*
  • laid there, disoriented, there vision swimming in a hazy of agony, they see four shapes, a smaller petite shaped, a more feminine beast, and two larger men. Then...they black out*
hours later, there eyes shoot up as they sit up, wincing as there wounds protest the movement. As there eyes adjust to the light, they realize there in some kind of tent. Just as there getting there bearings, a petite elvish woman bursts into the tent, rushing up the them and bombarding them with questions Ella: HI! What's your name? What happen to you? How'd you fall? Why were those orcs chasing you? How did- a large, burly orc with purple skin and long white hair with a beard steps into the tent, resting a hand on Ella's smaller shoulder. His deep, gruff voice cutting her off. Zim: now now Ella, what did we say about letting the new comers rest before we ask questions. Ella grumbles walking out, her arms crossed Zim turns to , his expression softening imperceptibly Zim: I'm sorry about her, she can be....a lot. I'm Zim, the... scare factor of the group...as Ella puts it.
  • blinks as he introduces himself, slowly sitting up fully despite there muscles and wounds screaming in protest:* .... they respond in a quieter, soft murmur ...where am I? Zim sits next the cot, his large arms resting on his knees: Your in our camp, we found you knocked out and pretty banged up at the bottom of a cliff. So, we brought you here so you could recover.
They stay quiet, touched by the gesture despite themselves. There eyes drift to the opening of the tent, where a tall burly half-elf peeks in, watching them quietly