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[ic=The Vorr]
"Five coin to go touch that Dogs axe? You've gotta deal."

-The downfall of Rix the Daring

Nicknames: Dogs, Beastmen
Diet: Meat, fish, salt
Homeland: Sanctum and the Half-Moon Isles
Gods: Herthorr, the Moon Father

Gamemaster Information
To many, the Vorr seem a wild and uncouth race, and in many cases they would be correct. Physically, the Vorr are the most unlike other mortal races. On average they stand eight to nine feet tall and weigh nearly a thousand pounds. Coarse fur covers most of the body with it being longer around the head and neck. A pair of sweeping horns jut from their above their beastial eyes and move along their skull. Their hands end in four digits, each ending with a short, sharp claw. Their feet are cloven and their legs short and thick.

Historically, the Vorr once inhabited the entirety of the land of Barbarael. Yet after ages and ages of war with the seemingly endless Wildings that now roam their ancestral lands, the Vorr have been pushed to the fortress-city of Sanctum and various small settlements across the Half-Moon Isles. Constantly repelling invasions and sieges, the city of Sanctum has thus far remained un-taken by the Wildings. Sadly, throughout these wars, many Vorr were captured and sold into bondage and enslaved as warriors. There are still a significant number of Vorr slaves to this day, and woe betide any slaver whose ship is attacked by free Vorr.

While not especially religious, they loosely worship Herthorr, the Moon Father, and ancient and near forgotten god of battle and death and apparent patron of the Vorr. They also partake in ancestor and hero worship, with nearly every individual Vorr paying homage to an especially important ancestor.

The Vorr are reknowned primarily for three things - their incredible skill at war, their horrible dispositions, and their unsurpassed skill at metallurgy. Vorrian weapons and armor fetch an obscene premium, but are extremely rare due to the fact that few Vorr make craft anything for anyone besides themselves. It is a well known fact that the Vorr grow a peculiar bond between their weapons or armor and themselves. (On a few occasions, observes have noted Vorr carrying conversations with weapons, as if it was alive.)

Vorr Character Archetpyes

Vorr Steelshaper - You are a Vorr of Sanctum, and you are proud. Since you were, you trained under a gruff but wise Steelshaper, those of your people who blessed with the gift of unsurpassed metallurgy. But now things have changed, and not for the better. Your old master lies dead at the hands of unknown fiends you have been accused you of this crime. Evading capture or worse, you escaped into the dangerous lands of Barbarael, and after months of travel, you have arrived at the city of Rhyll, where you hope to sell your services and skills to the highest bidder.

Starting stuff - A ratty pair of trousers and the stench of months of bathless travel. Besides your dour mood and cynical attitude, you do not have much - a novice knowledge of Steelshaping, a heavy chipped axe, a few coins, a good quality smiths hammer, and the old Steelshaping scrolls of your master which you have not managed to decipher.

Runaway Slave - You were born in a cage and spent your entire life rowing within the rank bowels of a slavers galley. But now you are free. The mutiny aboard your former home had left all dead or dying save for you - for you are Vorr and you are strong. The time has come to take vengeance upon the manlings, the cruel people who chained you and whipped you. While vengeance is utmost on your mind, it may have to wait as you evade bounty hunters and other slavers who want you dead or alive.

Starting Stuff - A loin cloth, the manacles still upon your wrists, a heavy length of chain that you have found to be quite the formidable weapon, the unparalleled strength of a slave rower, and the rage that burns in your savage heart.[/ic]

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