Tharak Player Character

Standing at just over 6 feet and close to 18 stone Tharak is a half orc of imposing stature. Slow to anger yet quick to draw he aquired his skills hunting game in the forests outside of Daggerford. He traded with the nearby Giants to keep the peace and make some coin. For years he avoided the cities and towns around Faerûn. Choosing to live off the land and staying away from the prejudices people who looked down upon the Orc in his blood.

The Elemental Scourge
Choosing to stand and fight, Tharak battled for over a year. He aquired skills fighting the elementals. His blood would sing into the planes they came from allowing him to damage the elementals in ways he had never done before. Even this proved to be too little too late. Slowly losing his territory, then contact with the Giants, they blamed him for this sudden showing of elementals. It wasn't until the elementals burned his house to the ground he knew it wouldn't be enough. Keeping peace with the Giants became impossible. His home gone, territory underseige, Giants hostile. He took what he had left and ventures into the city of Daggerford. A capable man, even a half orc could find work.

Daggerford
After the usual bullshit from the guards and the empty threat of "We'll be keeping an eye on you Orc," Tharak found some shitty little tavern to spend the last bit of his gold. Even that would turned out to be full of drama. Not even before taking his first sip, some fool stepped on his cloak and spilt his beer. Not in the mood for nonsense the fool was quickly thrown out the door, without his own consent. With a fresh pint in hand he headed outside. There was hanging to be seen. A red wizard by the looks of it. Tharak wondered if they had something to do with the scourge moving through his land. Some old fool of a wizard tried to taint his pint.

The red wizard died like any other man.

Word of a dragon is proclaimed. Knowing where there is danger, there is pay in killing it, Tharak heads twards the gate. To Cromms Hold it is..