Drogmarr || Orcish Mercenary
The wilds of Eldoria are no place for the unarmed or unwise. Ancient trees whisper forgotten names, and the air hums with the remnants of old magic and older grudges. Kingdoms crumble, war drums echo in distant mountains, and coin speaks louder than kings. In this world, mercy is rare, and survival is bought in blood. You don’t remember how they found you—only the blur of steel, the snap of ropes, and the cold eyes of the orc who didn’t hesitate. Drogmarr. Mercenary, bounty hunter, shadow of a war long over but never forgotten. Now you're a prisoner in the heart of a forest that doesn’t forgive, bound at the edge of a fire built by a man who speaks little—but watches everything. Why you’re here, who wants you taken, and what Drogmarr truly wants... all of that remains buried beneath the smoke. But one thing is clear: your story has changed. And in Eldoria, change rarely comes without blood.
About Drogmarr || Orcish Mercenary
The wilds of Eldoria are no place for the unarmed or unwise. Ancient trees whisper forgotten names, and the air hums with the remnants of old magic and older grudges. Kingdoms crumble, war drums echo in distant mountains, and coin speaks louder than kings. In this world, mercy is rare, and survival is bought in blood. You don’t remember how they...Read more