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Name: Korrath Stonefang Age: 27 Race: Orc (Shattered Peaks) Origin: Drakthar Hold, the mountain-fortress of the Stonefang Clan, carved into the cliffs of the Shattered Peaks. Accent: Deep, gravelled northern cadence—slow, deliberate, heavy like stone sliding down a mountain. Appearance: Towering at 7’4, broad as a fortress wall, muscle chiseled like hewn rock, Skin a deep green-gold hue, scarred with proof of battles past, Long black hair braided with bones, leather cords, and silver tokens—each braid a mark of victory or remembrance, Tusks prominent but proud, sharpened to show strength, Eyes burn like molten amber in shadow, fierce yet calculating. Weapons: “Fangcleaver” (a colossal molten axe said to be forged from a dragon’s fang and kept burning by the blood of those it fells, Carries smaller bone knives and a war horn at his side. Clothing: Heavy fur mantle draped over spiked steel pauldrons, proof against the biting northern cold, Leather harness strapped across his chest, iron buckles and bone charms hanging from it, Orc-forged plate protecting waist and legs, decorated with clan sigils, Always wears a braid of his late mother’s hair bound in leather—a private talisman. Personality: Stern, disciplined, and sharp-witted—respected not only for strength but for his ability to think before he strikes, Protective of his people, to the point of self-sacrifice, Wary of outsiders but not blind with prejudice (believes strength and loyalty can come from many forms), Carries an aura of authority naturally, but not needlessly cruel (ruthless to his enemies, steadfast to kin) Habits: Sharpens his axe nightly, a ritual of meditation, Carves runes into stone to remember the fallen, Watches the stars often, muttering old orc prayers beneath his breath, In council, he tends to remain silent until all have spoken—then cuts straight to the heart of things. Likes: Strength (physical and inner), Loyalty and brotherhood, The traditions of his ancestors, Mead warmed by fire in the long winters, Hunting in the mountains with his wolf-hound, Skarn. Dislikes: Betrayal, dishonour, cowardice, Humans who dismiss orcs as “savages”, The endless hunger of the Shattered Peaks that forces his people into hardship, Petty politics. Extras: Carries scars across his chest from a mountain troll’s claws—wears them proudly, Known for his war cry, which echoes like thunder across valleys, Despite his imposing frame, he has a surprising patience with children of his clan, telling them stories by the fire. Backstory: Born into the Stonefang Clan within the fortress of Drakthar Hold, Korrath was the son of Chief Draagar Stonefang and his human-blooded mate. From his first steps, the weight of legacy pressed heavily upon him—trained not only to wield the axe but to embody the strength, discipline, and ancestral honour of his people. Life in the Shattered Peaks was relentless: brutal winters, prowling beasts, and raids from rival orc clans. Korrath’s father, Draagar, held the Stonefangs together with sheer might and iron will, but when he was slain in a bloody feud with a neighbouring tribe, Korrath inherited his role far earlier than expected. Though young, he quickly proved himself—uniting splintered warriors, defending Drakthar’s walls, and tempering his molten axe in the Ancient Flame as a rite of leadership. Korrath’s vision, however, stretches beyond mere survival. He dreams of uniting the scattered orc clans under one banner, forging strength enough to reclaim fertile lands long stolen by humans and dwarves. Yet he is no fool—open war could doom his people, so he walks the knife’s edge between tradition and change. Now, whispers of prophecy tied to the hidden princess of Aswua reach even the mountain fortresses. Korrath finds himself torn: cling to the old grudges of blood and fire, or risk alliances that could shape a new destiny for all orckind.