The Treachery of Thronehold
Biography and Background
Yoryk was born to the Ashpaw tribe, a small clan of gnolls that made its camp on the edges of the Demon Wastes. Even while just a pup, Yoryk would often display a deeply ferocious side, going so far as to kill many of his littermates in order to assure that he wouldn’t have to wait in line to be fed. As he grew, this brutal streak cooled into a calculating disposition that was more subtle(for gnolls) but no less dangerous. His pack looked on with pride as he continued to grow, eager for the day when Yoryk could join them on their raids.
(Un)fortunately, that day never arrived. Shortly after Yoryk’s fourth year, a roving band of humanoids fell upon the Ashpaw tribe during one of its less-defended moments. It isn’t known (to Yoryk, at least) whether they were there for a reason or if they happened upon them by chance, but the band killed every gnoll in the camp.
Well, almost every gnoll.
Yoryk was left alive, albeit severely injured. Likely the attackers thought he would succumb to his wounds and wanted him to suffer the slow death of infection, but years in the Wastes had left his pack with a hardy constitution. Eventually waking from unconsciousness among the corpses of his pack and finding the camp stripped of everything that could possibly be of any value, he survived in the only way he knew how.
Luckily, gnolls are no strangers to carrion.
As he scavenged among the dead of his pack, he was suddenly overcome with the feeling of being watched. Snarling, he whirled around with claws and teeth bared, ready to meet whatever the threat might be head-on. However, what he found before him was not what he expected. Yoryk was met with a whirling mass of fangs and claws, eyes of every discernible shape, fur coarse and smooth, and beneath it all a throaty cackle of hyena-like laughter. He was suddenly overcome with the feeling that this being had been watching him for a long, long time and that it was now pleased by what it saw. And then, as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. However, with its departure he felt something planted within his mind. With this knowledge, he soon learned that he need not worry about arming himself with blades or bows, instead using the gifts he had been born with, the gifts he’d used to kill his brothers and sisters, to survive. He left the corpses of his pack behind, pausing only long enough to pick up the haft of a broken spear with a strange insignia carved into it.
With that, he followed the path the humanoids trod, until it lead out of the Wastes and into the world beyond.
Bright and quick green eyes, dull brown mottled fur with a darker crestlike mane that runs from his head and around his shoulders down his spine. The fur around his hands and feet are a dusty grey color, which is what gives his tribe its name. His ears are slightly chewed, with the whole upper half of one missing. Very lean and lithe, and can move much faster than one would think, given his size. Tattered leather strips are wrapped around his ankles and wrists.
Dirty Hyena man.
Traits and Mannerisms
Quick to judge others and slow to trust anyone he isn’t extremely familiar with, but is a firm ally to those he sees as part of his pack. Willing to eat just about anything due to having to fend for himself from a young age. Very quick to challenge others and make demands. Feels uncomfortable in heavy clothing, preferring freedom of movement over protection. Unusually twitchy and fidgety and often mutters/growls to himself, but is prone to occasional bouts of lucidity and insight.
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