#brewar

@pineful-pyxels​ Brewar Kirimira for Roll for Seduction

Musical Genius | Arrogant | Hot-headed | Charming | Competitive | Great Storyteller | Music Lover

This is the tale of The Bringers of the Black Sky, now commonly known as orc bows. It is said that a Black Sky can launch arrows three times harder and five times farther than any normal bow, and that it requires the strength of ten men to draw. Though, as we know, orc Elders are wont to exaggerate their tales now and then.

Our story starts with a nameless orc clan, lost to time. In the ancient traditions, as with most orc clans, the women were primarily hunters and gatherers and the men were warriors, waging battles against humans and rival orcs alike. They did not use bows in combat, as it was seen as dishonorable to not fight face to face. It was considered an affront to the orc god, Gruumsh.

One day, in the clan in our myth, an orc presented to his wife, the bow he had taken from a vanquished human foe. She began using this bow during her hunts and promptly realized its utility. It was too small for her hands, however, and her immense strength and limited dexterity often lead to snapped strings. Using the bow as a template, she made one more fitting of an orc. She made the strings from thick Giant Spider silk and fashioned the body and arrows from hardy black oak. News of her hunting prowess spread and in short order most of the women of the clan had a Black Sky bow of their own and the orcs flourished.

As time passed, the humans, seeing the prosperity of the orcs, waged war against them, unleashing a plague throughout the clan. The specifics of how this pestilence spread vary from Elder to Elder, but all involve the cruelest of cunning schemes. Little did the humans realize that the sickness only appeared to afflict male orcs. What was assumed to be a swift and certain coup, soon turned bloody as they proudly marched toward orc territory that bright day. When they neared the edge of the clan’s domain the sun was abruptly engulfed by a black rain of arrows. Later, rival clans, hearing of the human invasion, rode out to take the land for themselves. They were not expecting to find a pile of corpses stuck through with arrows that pierced their armor. Even less that second eclipse.

Our tale brings us now to the present day where Brewar, a direct descendant of she who first wielded The Bringers of the Black Sky, is looking for a heart to call home. Born from a tryst between a human bard and an orc mother, Brewar came into this world fighting. She has spent her whole life struggling to fit in with her orc mates. Day after day coming home battered and broken. Orcs and half-orcs alike love fighting to be sure, but Brewar was no match for the shear size and strength of her full blooded brethren.

On a cool fall evening, Brewar chanced to hear a bard singing in a tavern not far from her home. She ventured in and to her delight was not shunned by the mostly human crowd filling the bar that night. The singer’s voice filled her with a wild passion she had not known dwelt within and she nearly burst with joy. She danced and swayed and drank too much grog. It was the best night of her life! She ventured home in the wee hours of the morning filled with a soft hope and a warmth that had never existed before. Maybe there was a place for her in this world after all. A place filled with laughter and love instead of violence and pain.

That very day she left the only home she had ever known, never to return. She set out to find happiness and to learn how to make others laugh and sing. Brewar honed her lyrical skills on crowds in bars who were quite enchanted by the novelty of someone like her on the stage. Shortly she was filling pubs and inns across the land. People clamored to hear the half-orc enchantress. Everything was turning out better than she could have ever dreamed. The only thing missing was someone to share it with.