Tork
Tork is a Minotaur Barbarian. Originally from a mountainous area in the Fisk Empire, he trained with his small tribe before venturing out to see the world and help others in need. Despite the mining activity in the mountains around him, Tork wears no armor. Additionally, Tork is looking to heal his horn (possibly punishing the person who originally took a piece of his horn). Otherwise, Tork wears a piece of banner around his neck as an ascot/handkerchief and takes pieces of fallen creatures as trophies.
Tork’s parents first met when Murk gave Kix a challenge to beat him in hand-to-hand combat. Of course, as is tradition in the tribe, the stronger partner (assumed to be the one asking for courtship) gives something on their person to their future partner if they are beaten. Kix won against Murk, in the process of which she bit a bit of his ear off to throw him off the rest of the fight. This enabled her to pin him on the ground at which point Murk conceded. He then cut off a piece of his cloak to hand to Kix for her to wear, as a symbol of courtship with Murk. After the combat, it is customary for the male individual to make a picnic for the two to enjoy. After the female accepts and they have their picnic, everyone in the tribe knows they are partners.
Tork’s family’s tribe were miners (no Rodan, not minors, M-I-N-E-R-S). The tribe would use pickaxes to mine ore and rock around the mountain. They would then transport it through neighboring towns until it arrived at the river for shipping to Skormp. Even though the tribe didn’t have many hands, they were small and mighty.
The North-East mountainous region of the Fisk Empire is where Tork calls home, with the weather being brisk in the early mornings and tolerable in the afternoons during many months of the year. Tork and his immediate family, one of 5 families in the tribe, act as the guards, or front-line man of the tribe. As such they would protect the entrance to the mine and act as security when the miners had to transport the ore to Skormp. Transporting the mined ore was important as it and extra hands were always welcomed as this vital activity ensured the tribe had enough equipment and resources to last until the next transport.
Then the day came where everything broke apart, literally. It was a routine transport, leaving early in the morning with the ores for Skormp. We had the elite squad, in my opinion. Verk, me (Tork), Mousen, and Denrah.
For most of the transport, Verk and Tork chatted about the dumb courtship ritual we have in our tribe. However, Verk was getting to the age where he could ask for someone’s hand to be his partner. Her name was Tuluk. Mousen and Denrah were upset since Verk decided to not court with either one of them. Verk was apparently handsome. I would not have thought so, most of the time I was around him, he was either trying to fart on my face, or laying on top of me trying to wrestle. He was one of those brothers, but he was supposed to be the next leader of the tribe. Joking aside, Verk got things done.
While laughing about Burk throwing up during his courtship, tragedy happened. A group of individuals, who looked like another group of minotaurs, ambushed our transport. There were 6 in total, with one appearing to be the leader of the group, barking orders to the others. Before we knew it, Mousen and Denrah were on the ground tied up with Verk and Tork staring down the leader and 4 others (one had already been slain). Verk cursed under his breath at the fact two members of The "K" Family had taken damage and got ambushed by anyone. We were armored up with our family’s favorite, plate armor, though the helmet does not fit well with horns, so Tork chose to not wear a helmet. The leader of the enemy tribe, colored in purple, and two others advanced on Tork. The other two advanced towards Verk. Swords, axes, and hammers were used to hit armor, block attacks, and to damage Verk and Tork’s spirit. Tork was struggling a little with 3, but Verk was having an easy time with just the two. With Verk being more experienced, the tactics of the purple leader changed. They went over to Verk and left the other two of their clanspeople keeping Tork engaged. With Tork being exhausted, they started to tie him up with rope. Tork tried to struggle against them but with no success. One of the tribe members stayed with Tork to ensure he stayed tied down, as the leader and the remaining 3 others closed the gap on Verk.
The rest of the encounter could only be described as a full-on massacre where the only person to walk away completely unharmed from the encounter was Verk. Something inside Tork grew, his blood started to boil, and he was furious with the other tribe for doing this to him. Tork ripped out of his ropes in a fit of rage and proceeded to shove his sword in the head of the tribe member who had been holding him down, killing the individual instantly. Next, Tork ran over to two of the opposing tribe members assailing Verk and with one swing slit both of their throats in a move they didn’t see coming. Four down now, two to go. Tork starts to advance on the second in command of the tribe, the shorter minotaur, just as he turns around. Tork, in a blind rage, threw his sword and impaled the second in command right in the chest (sending him flying 15 feet back). Only the leader remained now, but it was clear he was a superior fighter to everyone else. With no weapon in hand, Tork charged the leader as hard as he could. He knocked the leader back a few feet, but in his blind rage one of his horns became lodged in the leader’s armor. Verk was amazed at this sight, but didn’t know Tork was stuck to the leader, and was now at his mercy. Their bodies connected in this space, the outside world seemed to fade away as the leader chuckled and said to Tork, “You are lucky this time little one, I will make sure to spare your life since I need to save my own. But I want to leave you with a parting gift. Or, lack thereof….” With this, all the sense of battle rushed back and the leader lifted his hammer high in the sky before driving it down on Tork’s embedded horn. A sharp crack rang out that seared itself into Tork’s memory. Screaming in pain, Tork fell to the ground with Verk running over to him. Dead bodies were all around them as the leader disappeared into the brush. Before he left though, two features burned themselves into Tork’s memory. His horn in the hands of the leader, and a Raven on the minotaur’s robes. Tork couldn’t stand the pain anymore and passed out as his blood lust left his body. Tork woke up back home with his family staring at him. His arm ached as it was evidently broken during the skirmish, and Tork closed his eyes. He knew he traded in something during that fight, he traded in his horn for rage against the Raven Tribe. Eventually Verk gave him a piece of cloth to wear around his arm. Tork realized it was a purple robe, a piece from one of the robes the Raven Tribe had worn during the ambush. Tork looked at Verk and then again at the cloth. Tork was grateful he was alive, but now sought vengeance against the man who stole his horn; he wanted revenge for it all. Tork asked Verk if Denrah and Mousen were safe and Verk assured him they did make it before trailing off. He confessed the others were traumatized from seeing Tork fly into a rage. Tork then knew his only path was to set things right. Tork knew he had to make sure the Brutor Tribe was always safe from the Raven Tribe. Tork had to kill the man who took his horn to cleanse the rage he had. Armed with his rage and this purpose, Tork told his family he needed to set out after he healed. He needed to become stronger, as his next fight with the Raven Tribe would end differently. Tork would walk away with a trophy, a purple minotaur head.
Backstory
Tork was born as a member of the Brutor Tribe of Minotaurs. Tork was the fifth of six children. Burk, Keey, Verk, Kaz, Tork, and Keld were the children of Murk, their Father, and Kix, their mother. The "K", as the family is known, are renowned for their combat abilities in the tribe. They are proudly the first line of defense when enemy tribes attack.Tork’s parents first met when Murk gave Kix a challenge to beat him in hand-to-hand combat. Of course, as is tradition in the tribe, the stronger partner (assumed to be the one asking for courtship) gives something on their person to their future partner if they are beaten. Kix won against Murk, in the process of which she bit a bit of his ear off to throw him off the rest of the fight. This enabled her to pin him on the ground at which point Murk conceded. He then cut off a piece of his cloak to hand to Kix for her to wear, as a symbol of courtship with Murk. After the combat, it is customary for the male individual to make a picnic for the two to enjoy. After the female accepts and they have their picnic, everyone in the tribe knows they are partners.
Tork’s family’s tribe were miners (no Rodan, not minors, M-I-N-E-R-S). The tribe would use pickaxes to mine ore and rock around the mountain. They would then transport it through neighboring towns until it arrived at the river for shipping to Skormp. Even though the tribe didn’t have many hands, they were small and mighty.
The North-East mountainous region of the Fisk Empire is where Tork calls home, with the weather being brisk in the early mornings and tolerable in the afternoons during many months of the year. Tork and his immediate family, one of 5 families in the tribe, act as the guards, or front-line man of the tribe. As such they would protect the entrance to the mine and act as security when the miners had to transport the ore to Skormp. Transporting the mined ore was important as it and extra hands were always welcomed as this vital activity ensured the tribe had enough equipment and resources to last until the next transport.
Then the day came where everything broke apart, literally. It was a routine transport, leaving early in the morning with the ores for Skormp. We had the elite squad, in my opinion. Verk, me (Tork), Mousen, and Denrah.
For most of the transport, Verk and Tork chatted about the dumb courtship ritual we have in our tribe. However, Verk was getting to the age where he could ask for someone’s hand to be his partner. Her name was Tuluk. Mousen and Denrah were upset since Verk decided to not court with either one of them. Verk was apparently handsome. I would not have thought so, most of the time I was around him, he was either trying to fart on my face, or laying on top of me trying to wrestle. He was one of those brothers, but he was supposed to be the next leader of the tribe. Joking aside, Verk got things done.
While laughing about Burk throwing up during his courtship, tragedy happened. A group of individuals, who looked like another group of minotaurs, ambushed our transport. There were 6 in total, with one appearing to be the leader of the group, barking orders to the others. Before we knew it, Mousen and Denrah were on the ground tied up with Verk and Tork staring down the leader and 4 others (one had already been slain). Verk cursed under his breath at the fact two members of The "K" Family had taken damage and got ambushed by anyone. We were armored up with our family’s favorite, plate armor, though the helmet does not fit well with horns, so Tork chose to not wear a helmet. The leader of the enemy tribe, colored in purple, and two others advanced on Tork. The other two advanced towards Verk. Swords, axes, and hammers were used to hit armor, block attacks, and to damage Verk and Tork’s spirit. Tork was struggling a little with 3, but Verk was having an easy time with just the two. With Verk being more experienced, the tactics of the purple leader changed. They went over to Verk and left the other two of their clanspeople keeping Tork engaged. With Tork being exhausted, they started to tie him up with rope. Tork tried to struggle against them but with no success. One of the tribe members stayed with Tork to ensure he stayed tied down, as the leader and the remaining 3 others closed the gap on Verk.
The rest of the encounter could only be described as a full-on massacre where the only person to walk away completely unharmed from the encounter was Verk. Something inside Tork grew, his blood started to boil, and he was furious with the other tribe for doing this to him. Tork ripped out of his ropes in a fit of rage and proceeded to shove his sword in the head of the tribe member who had been holding him down, killing the individual instantly. Next, Tork ran over to two of the opposing tribe members assailing Verk and with one swing slit both of their throats in a move they didn’t see coming. Four down now, two to go. Tork starts to advance on the second in command of the tribe, the shorter minotaur, just as he turns around. Tork, in a blind rage, threw his sword and impaled the second in command right in the chest (sending him flying 15 feet back). Only the leader remained now, but it was clear he was a superior fighter to everyone else. With no weapon in hand, Tork charged the leader as hard as he could. He knocked the leader back a few feet, but in his blind rage one of his horns became lodged in the leader’s armor. Verk was amazed at this sight, but didn’t know Tork was stuck to the leader, and was now at his mercy. Their bodies connected in this space, the outside world seemed to fade away as the leader chuckled and said to Tork, “You are lucky this time little one, I will make sure to spare your life since I need to save my own. But I want to leave you with a parting gift. Or, lack thereof….” With this, all the sense of battle rushed back and the leader lifted his hammer high in the sky before driving it down on Tork’s embedded horn. A sharp crack rang out that seared itself into Tork’s memory. Screaming in pain, Tork fell to the ground with Verk running over to him. Dead bodies were all around them as the leader disappeared into the brush. Before he left though, two features burned themselves into Tork’s memory. His horn in the hands of the leader, and a Raven on the minotaur’s robes. Tork couldn’t stand the pain anymore and passed out as his blood lust left his body. Tork woke up back home with his family staring at him. His arm ached as it was evidently broken during the skirmish, and Tork closed his eyes. He knew he traded in something during that fight, he traded in his horn for rage against the Raven Tribe. Eventually Verk gave him a piece of cloth to wear around his arm. Tork realized it was a purple robe, a piece from one of the robes the Raven Tribe had worn during the ambush. Tork looked at Verk and then again at the cloth. Tork was grateful he was alive, but now sought vengeance against the man who stole his horn; he wanted revenge for it all. Tork asked Verk if Denrah and Mousen were safe and Verk assured him they did make it before trailing off. He confessed the others were traumatized from seeing Tork fly into a rage. Tork then knew his only path was to set things right. Tork knew he had to make sure the Brutor Tribe was always safe from the Raven Tribe. Tork had to kill the man who took his horn to cleanse the rage he had. Armed with his rage and this purpose, Tork told his family he needed to set out after he healed. He needed to become stronger, as his next fight with the Raven Tribe would end differently. Tork would walk away with a trophy, a purple minotaur head.
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Pronouns
he/him
Aligned Organization
Related Reports
- Session 10: No One Think of Being Old
- Session 11: Cameels, Demon Dolls, and Sand Hydras
- Session 12: The Ladder
- Session 13: Tork has Rod
- Session 14: Where Do We Redeem This for Our Prize?
- Session 15: Lick of Death
- Session 17: Atticus Fitzgerald and Rodan Spice - The Meat Men
- Session 18: 14% Is My Favorite Flavor
- Session 19: Who Is The Bigger Asshole
- Session 20: Which God Are We Trying to Kill?
- Session 21: I'll Get On My Hands and Knees
- Session 22: Have the French Ever Made Anything Good? Other than the Guillotine
- Session 23: Dead Pigs Don't Fear Scalding Water
- Session 4: An Absolute Majesty
- Session 5: Marks
- Session 7: Canary in a Lead Mine
- Session 9: Tordan
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