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Aguk

Aguk

Biological parent of Zahariel Loken   Aguk wasn't just a chieftain, he was Migeia's storm incarnate. Standing a head taller than any warrior under his banner, his broad shoulders could cleave a man in two. A jagged scar, a souvenir from a troll's club, ran from his temple to his jaw, bisecting a face etched with battle-forged stoicism. His tusks, polished to a bone-white gleam, jutted like daggers from his lower jaw, framing a mouth sculpted for pronouncements and roars. His body, corded with thick muscle, seemed woven from the earth itself. Veins like rivers of magma pulsed beneath his olive skin, a testament to the fury that lurked within. Beneath a helm adorned with the bleached skull of a chimera, his eyes, the color of storm clouds, glinted with a savage intelligence. They could flicker with cunning, assess threats with a predator's gaze, or ignite with a wildfire's fury when his temper flared.   But Aguk's brutality wasn't just etched on his body. It clung to him like the stench of smoke and iron. Half-orc children, echoes of past conquests and unwilling dalliances, dotted the Migeian camps. Some bore his tusked visage, but their mothers' fear haunted their eyes. Others, with softer features and gentler frames, walked a tightrope between acceptance and resentment. They were reminders of Aguk's savagery, living trophies paraded among his tribe.   He wore his power like a cloak of shadows. The clink of iron mail and the rumble of his voice held authority absolute. Every syllable, even a guttural grunt, commanded obedience. Yet, beneath the outward bravado, a sliver of doubt occasionally flickered in his eyes. He was a storm, yes, but even storms cast fleeting shadows, hinting at vulnerabilities buried deep within.   Aguk was Migeia's iron fist, its shield, its nightmare. He was a tyrant carved from the mountains, a testament to both orcish might and the brutality it bred. Whether he was a monster born of chaos or a leader forged in the fires of survival was a question whispered in the flickering campfires, a question only time and Aguk's own actions could answer.

Relationships

Margret Loken

spouse

Towards Aguk


Aguk

spouse

Towards Margret Loken


Alignment
Chaotic Evil
Current Location
Species
Orc
Ethnicity
Life
620 DH 663 DH 43 years old
Birthplace
Migeia
Place of Death
Migeia
Spouses
Margret Loken (spouse)
Siblings
Current Residence
Deceased
Sex
Male
Eyes
Red
Height
7'4"
Weight
300lbs

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