Garka

[Garka]

Name: Garka
Hieght: She doesn't care
Profession: Killing stuff(Barbarian)
Dangerous: Only to Elves, Dwarfs, Rude Humans, Orcs(Grey or half orcs that RP like mountian orcs.. Aka "Urks"
Known Allys: A Drow Assassian known to use a bow, Another Drow seen speaking to Surface elves, A Paladin note that he may in fact be a Black knight
Known crimes: Murder, Attempted murder, Racist Campaigns, Theif, Once a leader of a Bandit Group known to operate on busy roads, Assualt*the list trails on*
please Note: This orc Filth has been known to fight other orcs and Defend halflings while they attempt to rob Baldur of its Medical supplys

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Found this picture on Deviantart thought it suited Garka perfect although she keeps her hair shorter, all Credit goes to the artist who did it.



She sat upon the rock Silently as her clan went about finishing off any survivors of the Gnoll Camp, The Glory was theirs not hers, dispite her shame and exile she had been recalled to her clan the filthy whelps lost battle after battle since her departure to Baldurs gate and called her back to the clan.
Yet as she sat there upon the rock she felt a longing for her old companions a feeling she couldn't quite explain, it plauged her ever since her return when she slept the Faces of those whelps she considered worthy to aid appeared in her mind, Roland the Paladin, Gnarf the Drow that wasn't his name but he got pissed off when She had used his real one, and the Gnome the most worthless being she had ever encountered yet always led her to battles.

She longed for those battles as if they were a drug, She split more Human and Elven blood during her breif time there than in her whole lifetime, She tired of fighting Centaurs and Gnolls, she tired of the high forest every where there was the scent of Elven kin yet all they found were pests.
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[Garka]

The fallowing Information is known to the fist.

Full list of Crimes commited by Garka.

Resisted Arrest x3
Selling of arms to a hostile Organization
Aiding Drow x5(Exact count unknown)
Murder x5
Assualt with a weapon x10
Assualt upon an officer in the line of duty x3
Robbery x6
Banditry (Exact count unknown)

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This bandit is known to Pray upon the weak in cloakwood, However her tactics are different compaired to the Trade way bandits. She is known to attempt to Hire the first few "Adventurers" she finds then requests them to assualt and rob another group. It should be noted for the most part the Orc just watchs but gets involved at the first sign of defeat, and due to the weak nature of her targets they dont last wrong.

Depending on the ammount of Thugs she gathers she is known to also set up a road block near the gnolls temple, Requesting a "toll" and fighting those that refuse. Luckly these blockcades are normally shut down not long after it starts with many of the thugs chased off or killed.

[Garka]

The ambush was perfect, no one in her tribe knew what was happening before it was too late. A hail of arrows and it was over, every orc fell including Garka but she was not yet defeated. She laid there for hours upon end unsure if the Elves were watching, as nightfell Garka yanked out the arrow that peirced her flesh and ran.

She simply ran stopping for nothing, she heard several pangs as arrows were released but they all fell short, she had but one place left in the world to retreat to, Baldurs gate.

[Garka]

She had long since lost track of time and direction within the caverns of the underdark, her trusted great axe shattered against the hide of things she has yet to name. Her mind slipping day by day, On the surface Garka was a brutal warrior in the darkness she became a savage beast. All sense of fair fighting has died her armour long since destroyed leaving her in tattered Rox hide. In place of her axe she now wields a Baldur styled Longsword and a Drow sheild that looks tiny on her arm.

Perhaps the most disturbing change in her is that she became "adapted" to the Dangers of the dark, infact she has became one of them. Able to catch the sent of Drow miles away she has hunted down stray travelers and butchered them before grabbing a corpse and running off barefooted into her nearest den.

Its still undecided who was more dangerous. The Female Barbarian whose joy for slaughter had no bounds or the feral being who stalks the caverns.

[Garka]

She stumbled forward in her search for food, hunger having all but killed her. Her skin was stretched along her almost skeletal form, Her eyes scanned around her ears twitched hoping to hear the call of an Boar or Deer, But like always all she heard was the laughter of the Night Lord tilting back her head she let out a defiant roar. The Laughter of Shargaas was easly drowned out by that roar. Starting to run forward she abandoned her battered and notched equipment vowing that should she meet The night lord she would bite out his throat if need be for nothing and no one would keep her from escaping the Night below.

While she ran she saw visions and omens from the gods, She saw orcs put to the sword by a group of humans who laughed with glee as they slaughtered the inexperianced orcs. Next she saw a orc tribe turn on each other as their cheiftan died of battle wounds ultimately killing their tribe. before she had a chance to work out what these visions ment more came. She saw black elves whipping orc women and childern to work harder, what struck her the most was to see this was happening inthe Night below.

She fell to her knees tears streaking her cheeks as her shattered mind saw the torments of her race, she saw camps of women and childern burned down the corpses mutilated for fun, she saw entire tribes gone in seconds. She saw the end and it was happening all with out retaliation. And as that though struck her she saw a figure walk out from the shadows infront of her realising who it was instantly she bowed her head in fear as Yurtrus walked past her with a mocking laugh. Roaring in outrage she stood and turned to face the mocking god just to see nothing in sight.

It was then she realised she wasn't even worth death in her present state, She looked down to her hand to realise her greataxe was within her grip... but she lost it.. she was sure of it... gulping she raised it into the Air and roared again feeling strength fill her weakened boddy again thoughts of hunger replaced by fury. she spoke in clear Orcish her voice loud and full of pride and hate "We will be feared again!"