Tusger

A sealed correspondence arrived for you while you were away on the troll expedition. It was placed in your office, but was apparently accidentally knocked underneath a chair at some point.
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His Esteemed Magister Izkrael of Verland,
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Knowing of your faith in Abadar the Lawgiver, I reach out to you and your community.
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Two months ago, a brutish man (man? no…a half-orc) burst his way into our temple and began to pester my priests with all manner of exceedingly simple and inane questions about the Lawgiver and the nature of civilization itself. By refusing our requests to exit the temple and submit his questions in writing, he forced us to call the city guard and have him arrested for trespassing.
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We had thought the matter resolved in a proper manner and expected the oaf to move along to another city where he was unknown (as most lawless drifters do). Unfortunately, we received a batch of correspondence via courier several days later with each of his questions written out in his half animal scrawl. Mercifully, the formatting and spelling were unacceptable to my priests and the letters were appropriately discarded as the scribblings of a foolish child would be.
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Not content with the amount of time he had caused us to waste, this idiot began standing as close as legally possible to the temple and would bother my priests and members of my congregation as they passed. Somehow he even managed to rotate his schedule of harassment to carefully skirt existing anti-loitering laws (I need to address the lax nature of Restov’s current loitering ordinance at the soonest opportunity).
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The faithful and proper members of my congregation, as well as my priests, cannot stand his intrusions any longer.
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Hearing of your struggling frontier community, I thought you could use a strong back to engage in menial labor and you could perhaps find the time to give the simpleton some of the guidance he seeks. In addition, savages like him must be a far more common occurrence in the Greenbelt than they are in Restov and thus far less likely to incite confusion and revulsion given that it is the type of place where they belong.
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I know you’ll appreciate the favor I extend to you here and likewise, the temple in Restov will remember that you have helped maintain stability and order within it’s walls.
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Here we are, building the machinery of civilization with every cog finding it’s rightful place.
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Yours in law and order,
High Cleric Borrosk
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You are told a half orc courier dropped it off and said he would remain at the inn until he heard a response from you.

I send a courier to the inn requesting the man in question meet me in my office within the keep that afternoon.

A clean shaven half orc with no visible tusks arrives in your office. He’s wearing armor with an abstracted gold key painted on the chest, shield strapped to his back. He’s huge for a human but fairly average sized for a half orc, about 6-6 tall and thick as a tree trunk.
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He beams with a huge smile and you can tell his tusks have been filed down, ’It’s a great honor to meet you sir, the temple in Restov sent me on an urgent mission to help you." He extends a gloved hand outwards toward you for a handshake.
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“Oh, please forgive my manners, I’m Tusger Human.”

“No apologies neeeded. I am pleased to receive a fellow dedicant to Abadar, and am overjoyed to find a fellow follower of civilization come to the Verland. Please tell me of your time in Restov and what has brought you here to the Bulwark.”

“Well, I had gone to Restov to further my studies and learn some more about how to follow Abadar. I tried to be sensitive to what I knew would be peoples impression of my orcish background, but I had a bunch of trouble. There was a misunderstanding and I spent a night with the drunks in the dungeon. However, I think things progressed well after that and the High Cleric finally acknowledged me a couple weeks later. He said it was of the utmost importance that I come to aid you in your quest to bring civilization to this backwards land. He said you were a scholar, a mage and a faithful of Abadar. I was happier than a pig in shit…uh sorry. I packed my stuff and headed out that night. If I can give you a hand in any way, just let me know. I’m pretty savvy with a sword and shield, well nearly any physical task.”
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His manner is very friendly and almost soothing.

“Hmm, well when I had requested help from the temple at Restov I expected it would be someone that could futher my studies of Abadar. Perhaps I was wrong to assume and it is my turn to help another’s studies. How did you come to be one of the faithful?

  • While we are a somewhat backward land, it is my responsiblity to bring civilization to this land. It would be our role as followers of Abadar to bring light to this dark land."
  • Too soothing? Is there something more then a conversation going on? Something magical in nature (spell craft is 16)? Is he being honest/hiding something. I think my sense motive is -1.

Nothing magical, he’s just a nice guy with a demeanor that puts people at ease.
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“How did I become one of the faithful? I spent most of my life as part of the destructive forces that smash and undo civilizations. I think was Abadars hand that pulled me from that life and he will use me to bring an end to those who would oppose his will. I want to help society build and to bring law and peace to those who don’t have it.”
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“I’m sure with your lifetime of schooling you are my superior in the ways of the Lawgiver and I look forward to anything you can teach me.”

“I need time to commune with Abadar to consider our paths. I will give you an answer before I leave town again.”

Tusger

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