Being born a bastard in a small orc tribe was bad enough for young Prynhawn Haddaway, but he was a Rooksden. The Rooksden tribe of orcs wasn’t normal, they didn’t pillage and kill and make half orcs as they pleased. They were nomads who ate from the land and had a strong, strict familial code, which a half orc was sacrilege. He was raised as a bastard, taught that he would just have to live with being a worse version of everyone else. This lasted around fifteen years, until the tribe was attacked. Another hunter party, made purely of humans came into the same territory as the Rooksden. When they found each other in the woods, a bloody battle ensued. Prynhawn ran away and hid in the woods, waiting until the end of the battle when the human hunters had slain his entire clan.
