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Prax is a hulking, brute with long arms, a thick
sloping forehead, and a jutting lower jaw. He wears only a poorly made set of leather leggings and battered boots for clothing. His meager equipment consists of a threadbare game bag and a rusty guesarme. Fancies himself a great and mighty hunter and hopes to one day join the esteemed ranks of the Wild Hunt guild. In truth, most of his "greatest" victories are a result of sheer luck, such as the time he chucked his weapon into a thicket out of frustration over another failed hunt and accidentally speared a great boar. |
Prax always wanted to pit himself in a battle of wits with the
mightiest beasts in Kragora. The only problem was he was constantly outwitted. He attempted to be a hunter for his village, but was booted out after several failed hunting trips when he returned with nothing more than a couple of mice
that he happened to step on. He wanders the wilds of Xeen now, surviving on whatever he happens to slay by accident and hoping someone important will notice his "talents." |