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Although small for a Rock Troll, Org is nonetheless quite
intimidating and imposing. He is also spectacularly stupid. His dimness is nearly legendary in his hometown of Grimpen Ward, and has unknowingly been bestowed with the official title of Village Idiot. His thick eyebrows are constantly knotted together in a comical expression of puzzlement, and his first response when spoken to is unfailingly a guttural "Huh?" One thing he does very well besides providing good joke material is mining, as he is naturally distracted by shiny objects and can easily pick out a vein of ore in the darkest mine. He shuffles around town in his mining overalls, his pickaxe slung over
his shoulder, and a large steel helmet with a lantern wired to the front perched on his misshapen head, blissfully unaware of the snickering going on behind his back. For some unknown reason, Org cannot even stand the mere sight of Humans. When confronted by one, he will fly into the closest thing that he can get to a "battle rage," usually involving him waving his arms
around and shouting a lot, breaking anything within reach but never actually getting into a fight. |
Org was born into a warrior society in the Troll Nation, and was fully expected to take his place among the formidable Army of Bloodwall in Khaz Modan. He was shipped off to the Bloodwall military academy, but was reprimanded several times during his brief enlistment for his short attention span and responding to every order with his trademark "Huh?" The last straw came when Org's platoon was practicing the proper way to remove a battleaxe from a fallen opponent's ribs and Org's instructors caught him picking flowers and placing them all over his helm. Needless to say, a swift and forceful discharge and several boots in the posterior ended Org's illustrious military career. He wandered aimlessly for a while, and was finally hired as a gold miner where his strength and keen eyesight were used to full advantage. That still doesn't keep him from wandering aimlessly, though. |