Gnarr	Joff	Marcomir	Pelath	Sedriss
	Tadios	Tharn	Tobias

Gnarr (Rick Myers)	Race and Class Half IceOrk Cleric4 Defender of Odin 2	Level and Alignment Lvl (6) (Lawful-Nuetral)
Stats Str (20)(+5), Int (13)(1) Dex (14)(+2), Wis (16)(3) Con (10)(0), Cha (12)(1)	Stats2 AC=(?), HP=(?), Init=(?) Base Melee and Missle=(,) Ref=(), Fort=(?), Will=(?)	Feats
Skills w/ Ranks	Weapon Attacks weapon--Spear of Truth (given by Odin) +(?), Damage (?), Crit (?)	Race/Class (?)
Languages Common, Orc, and Abyssal	XP and GP (?) Xp (?)gp	God(s) or Philosophy Odin Lord of Knowledge, Leadership, and Warfare
Equipment Standard traveling pack	Description Eyes:Black Hair:Black & Gray with full beard Height:7'1" Skin:Pale Grey with tinge of blue Weight:350 lbs Very alert studying his surroundings	Magic and Spells
Kills/Killing Blows	Personality	Family Hometown - Svarnen (no longer exists)

History

Pre-history

The northern village of Svarnen is long forgotten in the current day, for none remain alive to mourn it�s passing. Like many small villages in the northern reaches, it fell prey to Orc raiders before it ever put down roots true enough to last. It was barely more than a few homesteads when the howling pack of Ice Orcs swarmed the gates of Svarnen. On that dark, last day of Svarnen�s existance the blood of many men spread across the ice and snow. There was only one survivor of the raid, a young girl named Sarella, who was left to freeze among the splintered corpses of her family. Doubtless she too would have died, had not a exploring Ranger named Thadius happened upon the bleeding woman and tended to her wounds.

Sarella lived just 7 months longer. Long enough to fall in love with the young Ranger who had saved her�and long enough to bring her child into the world. She died in childbirth, the strain and the bloodless too much for her to withstand so soon after the wounds she had taken in the raid upon her village. Although born pre-mature, her child entered the world with all the strength and tenacity his half-orc blood could bestow�and the boy survived. Saddly, his survival and the savagery of the father who had created him were both crimes for which Thadius would never come to forgive him.

The Early Years

In a land where orc raids were the leading cause of death more years than not, a half-orc boy found no easy life. Although Thadius felt obligated to raise Sarella�s child, he felt no obligation to love the boy. The remainder of the village in which Thadius lived shared his disdain for the orc half of the youth, and the feeling of being barely tolerated permeated every facet of the boy�s early years.

At the age of 15, already as tall and strong as any man within the village, the boy could tolerate no more of the oppressive rules and whispered slurs which filled his world. One morning he simply awoke and began walking North. He had no real end goal in mind, other than to be rid of the small minds and closed eyes who expected him to be a monster, simply because his father was.

The Forge

The wandering youth did not walk long among the trees and ice crags of the northern lands, before he was discovered by a tribe of Ice-orcs. The boy approached them, hoping he might at last find a home where he would not be viewed as a half-breed monstrosity. His dreams, however, were quickly shattered by the harsh reality of orc culture. The full blooded orcs considered him human, just as the humans had considered him an orc. The dubbed him Gnarr (bastard), and chained him to a pack of slaves dragging siege engines south to join the armies of Jort in their first southward push.

Again, his half-orc blood provided the keys to survival. While the other slaves perished from exposure, sickness, and the frequent, joyous beatings of the guards Gnarr continued to grow stronger. Brooding, forgotten in the darkness, the slave studied his captors learning all he could of warfare and whatever else they might have to teach him. And he waited�not truly knowing yet what he waited for.

The Awakening

The �first day�, as he would come to call it, started like any other. Up before dawn with no food, straining thickly muscled limbs beneath the yoke of a cart, while leather whips lashed his skin. He heard them scream, as he had a thousand times before �Faster, human!�

But this day was different...in one small way. He heard the voice, deep and resonant, for the first time in his waking hours. He had heard the voice before, softly at first, slipping into his dreams at night to whisper in his ear of things he didn�t understand. It had been coming in his sleep for several weeks now, but never more than a remnant of a dream, never anything substantial. Until today. Today it was stronger, more insistent, and definitely no dream. It was the voice of a disappointed father��You are more than human, Gnarr��

As the day wore on Gnarr pondered the insistent voice, and grew more angry with every step he took under the chains which bound him to the will of the orcs. As night fell, and the guards rounded the slaves into their crowded pen, Gnarr felt his lips curl softly into an unfamiliar expression as understanding gripped him. For the first time in over 3 years, the half-orc smiled. The guards were barely turning the key in the lock outside when Gnarr arose from his pallet of straw. Again the thickly muscled limbs strained, just as they had so many times under the yoke he wore as a slave. But the chains he wore at night were cold iron, meant to shackle down weak humans slowly dying from the cold. They were not equal to the test of an angry half-orcs might. The links groaned softly to him as they parted, then shattered, from the strain of the force he applied. The chain which held the door shut was of the same construction, and lasted no longer than the first.

Only one sentinel heard the sound, and he told no one of the escape. The smallish guard, uncharacteristically dim-witted even for his breed, never truly comprehended what was happening as the length of broken chain tightened around his throat. As he twitched one last time in futile struggle, Gnarr smiled once again. He knew the voice�the All-Father�would be proud. He was on his way now to fulfill the dreams prophesy, to find the child who needed his guidance so desperately, just as he had needed it himself as a boy and never found it.

Gnarr was held captive in the Ice Kingdom of Jort for many years as a slave. He has recently visited some of his vengeance on an orc village leaving it burning in his and the party's wake. He left an appropriate message, "I told you I would return."