I am Gaht Dintomit, the younger brother of Thag Dintomit. This is how i see myself: I am defined by my connection with him. We are both bastard sons of a woman who lives on the edge of habitable territories, near orcish settlements. Not once, but twice she was raped and became pregnant during raids by these orcs. The two pregnancies resulted in my brother and I. Thag and I are full brothers, not half as one might suspect. The same orc searched out our mother the second time, beat her and raped her. My brother witnessed the event, and I believe it has made him bitter to the world in ways I am just finding out. He left soon after that to make his own way in the world.

I saw him when he would occasionally come back. The world was changing him. He would come back each time changed a little more, and he was... is my idol. He possesses strange, divine he says, abilities. He can mend flesh and bone with words and gestures. I was never brave enough to leave on my own. I learned the stigma of being a half-orc near the border, and it did put some steel in my spine. I wield an orcish double-axe as a matter of pride. I'm nothing like my orc father, he only begat his looks upon me. Orcs have died upon my weapon. Though... not many.

My brother scoffed at the way I was trying to train myself when he came back this last time. It hurt inside, but I know he is right to laugh. I'm not that skilled. I'll be leaving with him when he goes this time. I think he'll agree that there is nothing for us here. I mean to show the world that we half-orcs can adhere to the laws and do some good. My brother... I don't know what he wants to show the world. Sometimes I wonder if the world will show me the same things it has shown him. No matter, we are brothers, we run together, we fight together, and we die together.