You hear a loud booming voice echo from inside a cavernious chest and turn to see a massive half orc moving toward you. He stands over seven feet tall and his broad fram is covered bulging muscle under a thick layer of fat, he must weigh nearly five hundred pounds and you think you can feel his steps shaking the ground slightly. His skin is a dark shade more common to the sun scorched lands of the far south and his hair is a shockingly clear white. Crude tatoos cover his limbs and the rough plains of his face lending him an even more fearsome appearance, however his booming laugh and the child like enthusiams he shows does much to dispell concerns about his intent. He is clad in rough hides and a battered wood axe hangs loosly from his oversized fist. He seems very out of place as he stares at the buildings and towns folk moving about with obvious wonder.