Tyranny Of Dragons:
Vola's Campsite Companions
Vola aKandma
I am Vola....I will start with my own story as I know it best.
I am a Half-Orc Barbarian female who stands tall and hefty for my race. At 7 feet tall and 300+ pounds, I can be as intimidating in appearance as my male counterparts.
My mother was Human, and my father loved her much. They met while very young and foolish. They believed their love could transcend the hatred that often existed between their two races. However, the persecution was so great, they finally decided to leave and start their own tribe. My father's brothers went with them. Although they, their mates, and their offspring were all pure bloods, they could not desert their eldest brother to life alone as a nomad.
Not long after they adopted the life of the outlander, I was born. I don't know if it was my size, or her frailty, but my mother died from the stress of giving birth to me. I often abhor her side of my ancestry – humans are weak, and their backs and hearts break too easily. My father has never blamed me, but the knowledge of her death has caused me to disdain the human blood running through my veins. The constant bullying and teasing of my Orc cousins has made me lean on the strength and size my father's blood gives to me.
My father, too, has now passed, and my uncles wish me to find a mate and start my own brood, but I desire to be a warrior. Surely Kord has granted me my size for more than birthing Orcs and stirring stews! I have decided to leave the sheltered life of my clan in order to find a life of adventure and breaking bones....where being larger and stronger will give me the respect - or fear - I need to pursue my own dreams and live my life as I alone choose to live it.
I have headed westward hearing about the need for strong arms and strong backs in the defending of villages under attack by depraved forces willing to hurt and rob those weaker than themselves.
I am Vola....I will start with my own story as I know it best.
I am a Half-Orc Barbarian female who stands tall and hefty for my race. At 7 feet tall and 300+ pounds, I can be as intimidating in appearance as my male counterparts.
My mother was Human, and my father loved her much. They met while very young and foolish. They believed their love could transcend the hatred that often existed between their two races. However, the persecution was so great, they finally decided to leave and start their own tribe. My father's brothers went with them. Although they, their mates, and their offspring were all pure bloods, they could not desert their eldest brother to life alone as a nomad.
Not long after they adopted the life of the outlander, I was born. I don't know if it was my size, or her frailty, but my mother died from the stress of giving birth to me. I often abhor her side of my ancestry – humans are weak, and their backs and hearts break too easily. My father has never blamed me, but the knowledge of her death has caused me to disdain the human blood running through my veins. The constant bullying and teasing of my Orc cousins has made me lean on the strength and size my father's blood gives to me.
My father, too, has now passed, and my uncles wish me to find a mate and start my own brood, but I desire to be a warrior. Surely Kord has granted me my size for more than birthing Orcs and stirring stews! I have decided to leave the sheltered life of my clan in order to find a life of adventure and breaking bones....where being larger and stronger will give me the respect - or fear - I need to pursue my own dreams and live my life as I alone choose to live it.
I have headed westward hearing about the need for strong arms and strong backs in the defending of villages under attack by depraved forces willing to hurt and rob those weaker than themselves.
