Torvak the Grand Master of LarcenyTorvak created on 17th of August 2023, and is currently 21 years old (39 hours played).
Title: the Grand Master of Larceny Gender: Male Level: 50 Class: duergar thief
Background history:
- One Way or Another - posted at 2023-08-17 02:50:36
One Way or AnotherThe Underdark. It's a place unseen by those who value their lives, only
known by the depraved mortals unlucky enough to have been born there or
lucky enough to have escaped with their lives after a foolish trek into its
cavernous depths. Torvak is the former, born to a bitch of a mother who
simply did not care for him on the outskirts of a Drow city. Abandoned by a
negligent mother, Torvak was chanced upon by a particularly dour matron who,
for several lengthy minutes, wrestled with the idea of murdering this ugly
little baby, and instead decided to raise him with the intention to use him
as slave labor.
For many years he endured the harsh lifestyle that was unrelenting abuse and
servitude to a multitude of Drow who thought of themselves as his superior.
Torvak, however, became quite adept at maneuvering unseen, even to the Dark
Elven-kind ears. He always attempted to escape, and always, he would get
further and further away. Each time he was caught, he was ruthlessly beaten
and put back to work, until one day when he found a sliver of light shining
through the tiniest hole. After what seemed like an eternity of digging, he
managed to claw his way to the surface world, to freedom. With his ability
to move unseen, he made his way to the nearest city and plotted for what was
to come.
One way or another, he would get what he wanted.
Description (commended):
What is that stench?! At first glance, the origin of this malignant odor
is not yet ascertainable, however, the immediacy of its pungent effect is
intensely undesirable. The best way to describe the putridity would be to
liken it to the stamping of fecal matter from a thousand bulls into a vat of
aged blood and sweat. And then you see him.
A relatively young Dwarven figure as wide as he is tall stands squatly in
front of you, although his pallor is reminiscent of one that is deathly ill.
Ashen skin stretches tautly over his bulky frame, glistening with what can
only be assumed is a vile mixture of bodily fluids. Beady, colorless
orb-like eyes sit in the deepest part of sunken sockets, resting neatly
above an acne-scarred bulbous nose. The only visible hair on this
disgusting creature lies on the bottom half of his face in the form of a
matted-down beard darker than the bottom of the rock he appears to have
crawled out from under.
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