Mornin' me namez Skirmish an' I iz an Orc. I bin lookin' afta the tranzport circle on the Onyx Isle since we got shipreckt. Now that Rabies iz dead I bin promotid,so now I gets to go to Gaverin' of Nayshunz an' cool stuff like that. - Nice!
Before we got orc-napped by the Unlivin' I spent mosta me time doing Shaman stuff fer me tribe, The Angry Weezulz. I can speak to ansestors an' totems like the great Feeesh, Vishus Badja and a Dolfin spirit that skweeks a lot, but mostly I follow the teechings of WAAARG. Can also do stuff to Unlivin' that they don't like an' makes them turn to dust!
Peeple calls me an Incanta round 'ere. I fink it's just their word fer Shaman.
I've alwayz bin small fer an Orc, when my tribe first booted me out into the world they named me Skirmish coz I weren't big enuf to be called Tank or Krusha. I grewd up proppa tho, lernin' lotz an' trainin' to fight. I ain't the 'ardest Orc ever but I can scrap pretty good.
I Scrapped good against them Unlivin' but couldn't dust sum of the 'arder ones no matta how 'ard I tried. Me an' me mate Dogtag got Orc-napped.
We woz stuck on a boat, our weaponz nicked an' we woz chained up. Bloody unlivin' don't know 'ow to 'ave a decent mosh, parylizin us wiv goolz an' clubbin us on the 'ead.
So anywayz, boat crashes into rock, sinks,unliving go glug glug glug, we swims to shore, sorted.