Shannon Leigh Legler asked for something involving babirusa over on patreon and i've never designed an orc with pig features before, so here's Ferr.
Ferr comes from a long line of goblin blacksmiths and does intricate written spellwork with her own handcrafted iron gall ink. She's kind of oddly shaped for an orc. They're usually stockier looking, but genetics put all her points into just being real long for some reason. Probably the snakey bits doin' that.
The town she was born in no longer exists. None of the adults who made it to the next town over when they took off in the dead of night a few days after her 3rd birthday can remember what happened. Even her parents, who got as many people out as they could because whatever was There seemed cautious to touch them for some reason, can only remember brandishing iron hammers at things in the dark and knowing that dropping them meant something worse than death.
Her grandparents kept going back for folks until eventually her grandpa stumbled up to the shaken caravan alone. The first thing he did was shout for some paper and write down her grandmother's name in a state of terrified panic.
To this day that's the only name of all the people lost that night that anyone but Ferr can remember.
Weird how Ferr can remember much more about that night than anyone else. Weird how she can distinctly remember her grandma, who was an orc like her, carrying her grandpa to the caravan and then giving Ferr a goodby hug before grabbing her iron wedding knife and heading back into the dark.
