The Call of the Flames (Chapters 1 & 2)
gmillerhoctor for Tarúk
A nomadic Orc ranger, putting some distance between himself and his homeland. Reclusive--as you’d have to be if you were trying to keep a low profile from Humans, who hate his kind on principle, and especially Orcs who would no doubt recognize him. He’s minding his own until he is swept into Bri’s quest. Which is no bother to him since they’re heading takes him further away from Workingar.
Voice: Nordic, Scandinavian, or Norwegian inspired (German is the closest relative I could find in the categories). Whatever accents fits however, will be the inspiration for the Orcish accent.
Restrained gravel. Like a hardened warrior poet. Less like a traditional barbarian.
[When trying to pass as a hooded Human]: “I am a traveler of sorts. I have been in the wild for many days. I pray you pay me no mind. Thank you for the lamb, the hearth, and for the room in your stable.”
[What are you doing far away from Workingar?] “Avoiding Workingar. I cannot return there. They are beyond reason, beyond hearing my side of a terrible tale. The answer to my crime is death and I have accepted it. Alone, without honor, and far from home.”
[When confronting bandits, before a fight] “Where is the fourth? [The what?] The fourth. I doubt you would have the courage to take us three, if you numbered the same or less. [To Calan] Young man. I want you to watch this, if you hope to be as great a swordsman as your father someday.”