Pegleg, eyepatch, fancy wide brimmed hat and a mean personality, Bolgrok could easily be mistaken for a pirate. Yet if questioned about it, he prefers to describe himself as a privateer or simply an honest businessman.

Standing tall and broad shouldered with long reaching arms and snake-like reflexes, the orc is lankier and more wiry than most of his kind, yet by no means weak when it comes to physical strength. When it comes to weapons, Bolgrok seems to prefer long knives and handaxes over the more typical twohanders and heavy hammers. But from all the weapons he carries, the one the orc favors most is the heavy chain whip hanging on his belt, its links stained with blood.

Even though the old orc seems rather wellspoken and even tempered for his kind, he can be unpredictable. Several bumps to the head, few years spent in complete solitude on a desert island and history of abusing different substances have left their mark on his mind. Those that listen or watch him long enough, will soon realise that he is quite rattled in the brain and might just as easily strangle a man as share a drink with him.

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